Sun, Sea and Awkward Harry (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Two - On the Count of Three

Harry picked himself up off the floor and helped a laughing Niall up too. The thing about Niall was, when Harry embarrassed himself all Niall would do is laugh at him.

He was the friend who’d laugh and then ask if he was okay and then laugh some more.

“Every time” Niall chuckled, Harry rolled his eyes and walked round to get their suitcases as Louis jumped from the bus and Liam dragged a laughing Zayn off it.

“So, when did Harry become curly?” Louis asked

“The year you left his hair was flicky as fuck and then when he came back to school when he was sixteen it was curly as fuck, like poofy curly-“

“Thanks” Harry scoffed

“Then he kind of grew it out and now it’s like this” Niall said running his hand through it

“Actually, when he doesn’t quiff it it’s still kind of poofy”

“It’s not poofy!” Harry whined as Louis laughed

“I like it” Louis smiled running his hand through it much like Niall had but it had Harry swooning and then cooing because Louis was really quite tiny.

“Come on guys, we can all touch Harry in the hotel” Liam scoffed, Harry looked at him and raised his eyebrow

“Liam I didn’t know you wanted to do that!” Harry winked

“I mean your hair you dick” Liam groaned as Niall laughed

“I’m actually alright, funnily enough” Zayn chuckled, “Have a nice trip?” He asked turning to Harry

“The best, met the floor with Niall, it was very accommodating and it even gave me a graze,” Harry said brightly showing his hand that was grazed slightly

“You’re a dork” Zayn rolled his eyes but he was smiling at him “Something’s never change”

They all grabbed their respected suitcases and began to walk up to the front of the hotel, pillars either side of the large door and fountains either side of that with the clearest water Harry had ever seen and was extremely tempted to jump into.

The hotel reception itself was rather modern and nice, they walked over to the check in desk and Harry looked at the paintings that were around the walls

“Fancy” Louis muttered from next to him, Harrys cheeks flushed as he looked at him

“They’re going to hate us by the end of the holiday, Nialls going to eat all the food and I’ll probably be caught Naked somewhere I shouldn’t be”

“I’d love to see that” Louis said before his cheeks went bright red and he cleared his throat nervously  “um”

Harry laughed and was cut off by one of the staff coming over to the group

“Hola” A man asked red waistcoat on and Harry wondered how he wasn’t sweating, it was almost unbearably hot,

“Um, speak English?” Zayn asked

“Yes, can I help?” The guy asked

“We’ve got a room booked, under Twist, right Harry?”

“Yep” Harry said as Louis leant on the desk looking up at the ceiling

“The suite yes? That’s room number two hundred and six, floor four” He said handing them a room key “There are more keys in the room and if you place your bags here” He pointed at a trolley “We’ll send them up shortly”

“Cool” Harry said putting his onto the trolley

“God I want to ride this” Niall said eyeing up the trolley