#orharry

It’s not that Harry doesn’t like LA because he does, of course he does.  It’s gorgeous and he fits here, and he’s got his friends here, and right now, unlike a lot of the time when he’s forced to be there, he’s got his Louis here, and that makes it all so much better.

It’s just that he and Louis were supposed to be in the Bahamas right now and some stupid promo shit isn’t allowing that.  And it’s not a big deal, not really, they can totally reschedule and go in a few weeks when things have calmed down, but it’s just...they were supposed to be there now and Harry’s disappointed.  They were supposed to be naked sunbathing and drinking from coconuts right now, and instead, he’s driving Louis to get their lunch and then going to Saint Laurent to walk around the store for twenty minutes and pick Louis up again.  It could be...more fun than this, but at least they get to be together, and all in all, that’s what really matters.

“Can you get me a cookie?” Harry asks, and Louis chuckles, fixing his fringe in the mirror.  “They have those, like, gigantic ones.  They’re so good.”

“Course, baby,” Louis answers with a shake of his head.  “Won’t take long will you?  ‘S just long enough for you to get papped, yeah?”

Harry nods.  “’M sorry, babe, I know this is so shit.”

“Haz, don’t worry about it.”  There’s a silence that falls over them for a few moments, and then Louis whispers, “you don’t have to stay.”

“What?” Harry asks, startled as he looks over at Louis, who seems to be shrinking into his seat.  “Louis, what?”

Louis shrugs, looking out the window and avoiding eye contact.  “Like, Hazza, I know we were supposed to be on vacation right now and ‘s just.  It’s not fair to you, y’know?  I know I have to be here cause of all the shit that’s going on, but you don’t.  You’re just here to support me, and I’m so glad you are, and I love you, but, like, take Gems, invite Jeff and Glenne - you don’t have to stay here with me, love.  You deserve a break.”

Harry sighs, spotting an open space against the curb and pulling in.  He parks quickly and turns to face Louis.  “Babe, no,” he responds, and Louis looks up at him hesitantly.  “I’m not gonna lie and say that this is ideal because it’s not, and yeah, it’s shit, but...I’m not gonna go off to some island and leave you here to deal alone.  I’d never do that.  The point of that vacation is us, the two of us together, and I’d never want to go with anyone but you.  You’re stuck with me here.”

Louis giggles, grabbing Harry’s hand.  “You sure?  I don’t blame you.”

“I’m sure,” Harry affirms, kissing Louis’ lips gently.  “When all of this is over, we’re gonna go on a vacation for, like, six months and not tell anyone at all where the fuck we are.  Totally off the grid, just the two of us and lots of naked sunbathing.”

“Can we start with the naked sunbathing in our yard when we get home?” Louis asks, wiggling his eyebrows.