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Every summer, since Harry can remember they’ve been going to the same country club and this year is no different. The Half Moon Country Club is located in the south of France and is one of the most prestigious ones according to England's high society. It’s hard to get in and Harry’s parents don’t make a secret of the fact that they are highly regarded members of the club. They spend a ridiculous amount of money on their membership and they donate even more.
Harry doesn’t really mind spending his summers here. He likes the country club well enough, is familiar with most people and the best part is, it’s the one time in the year his parents aren’t watching his every move like hawks.
It’s 8 weeks of pure bliss and free reign, no obligations apart from a dinner party every now and then that his parents insist he and Gemma have to attend because they’ve invited important people over.
And then there are the tennis lessons they also persist Harry takes once, sometimes even twice a day because his mom is obsessed with him staying in perfect shape. The rest of the day belongs to him though, and as long as Harry doesn’t get in any trouble, his parents don’t ask about his whereabouts.
They arrived yesterday and as far Harry knows his first lesson is scheduled for later this evening. He only knows the initials of his trainer, L.T., which are different from the one he had last year. Which is fine with Harry, he didn’t like his previous trainer that much anyway.
He’s currently laying by the pool, a petal pink swimsuit with triangular cutouts at the dip of his waist adorning his body. Next to him are Beth and Pamela laying on similar sunbeds. Harry knows most of the people who spend their summer holidays at the Half Moon Country Club, because they’re all from the same social circle. However, he found out early on that both Pamela and Beth, despite their parents, are rather humble and sweet girls. Which isn’t common, so he usually spends his time at the club with them.
“It’s almost time.” Pamela gushes, pushing her glasses into her short hair and grabbing her cocktail glass. She arrived a few days earlier than Beth and Harry, insisting they had to see the new pool boy first chance they got.
Harry sits up and leans his weight on his arms as he crosses his legs daintily at his ankles, eyes trained on the pool house.
They don’t have to wait long when the swinging door opens and a good looking guy, in nothing but some red swim trunks and sunglasses steps out. Harry lets his eyes roam over him, surprised when he spots the tattoos adorning his arms and chest. His very muscular arms and chest.
Beth lets out a small whistle, making Harry giggle and shake his head.
“Stop it.” He says, not taking his eyes off the new pool guy that’s now confidently walking towards Patty, to take over his seat in the lifeguard chair.
Pamela waves at him when he looks into their direction, all three of them giggling when he waves back at them.
“You definitely weren’t lying Pam.” Beth says and Harry hums in agreement.
“Reckon I could make him give me swimming lessons?” She asks, swirling her straw around.
“You’re the best swimmer out of all of us Pam.” Harry says, letting his eyes trail away from the pool guy and to Pamela. “Besides, I’m sure he’s aware of the fact that all of us, except maybe the little ones, can swim.”
Pamela sighs and lays back on her sun bed, eyes still trained on the guy. “He’s just really pretty, you know?”
“Talk to him then.” Beth says. “If you don’t, I’ll go ask him out.”
“He’s not even your type.” Pam argues, which is true. Beth has always preferred darker, more mysterious guys to sunshine people like he seems to be.
“H?” Pam whines, making Harry laugh.
“Go for it, ask him for his name and introduce yourself. He seems nice, yeah?”
“He does.” Pam nods, putting her cocktail glass on the little table that’s placed next to every sun bed and slips into a loose sitting dress.
Harry and Beth laugh when they see Pam swinging her hips exaggeratedly as she approaches the new guy.
They can’t really make out what she’s saying over the chatter from people around them and the giggling and screaming of the kids. There’s a section where just adults are allowed but they never bother with going there because most of the time their parents will be there too when they decide to go to the pool.
They can’t see Pam's face from where they are sitting but the guy smiles sweetly at her and nods his head animatedly after Pam says something.
When Pam turns around again, it’s with a big smile on her face and a blush in her cheeks and she swings her hips impossibly more.
“Oh he’s so watching her.” Beth says and Harry laughs, making space for Pam who sits down on his sun bed.
“His name is Liam and he said he’d love to do something with me after his shift.” Pam grins, making Beth and Harry squeal in excitement.
“He said he’s never been here before so I could show him around a bit? Maybe drive into the next town? I don’t know but he’s extremely sweet.”
“That’s good P.” Harry smiles, nudging her shoulder with his.
“You need to find someone too this year H. Someone to help you loosen up, relax a bit and live.“
“Hey,” he pouts, dragging the word out. He doesn’t need anyone, he’s fine, thank you very much.
“Pam is right, babes, have some fun this year.” Beth agrees.
“I have plenty fun, I got you two don’t I?” He says, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Liam said he’s here with some of his friends, they’re all working to save some money. Maybe we could all hang out soon?” Pam suggests and Beth immediately nods.
“Sounds like a plan, you organise that and then we’ll find you someone H. Oh I also heard that we’ve got some new members that joined the club. Two families and they’re from America.” Beth wriggles her brows, making Harry roll his eyes.
“I need to go now.” Harry says when he sees the time, gathering his things in his bag. “We’ll see each other tonight?” He asks, glancing between Beth and Pam.
“Yeah, we thought we could have dinner here before we head to the beach?” Every year during the first and the last week of the summer holidays there’s a bonfire at the beach that almost everyone attends. The only rule, do not tell any of the parents.
“I’ll try to make it. If not, then I'll just come straight to the bonfire.” Harry smiles, pulling on his own beach dress that ends mid-thigh before he presses a kiss to Beth and Pam’s cheeks as a goodbye.
Harry locks his beach bag into a locker and changes into his tennis outfit, a white halter top matched with a white tennis skirt. It’s mandatory to wear all white at the club to a point that even his shoes and socks are white. Harry reapplies a layer of sunscreen on his legs, arms and neck. Then, ties half of his hair into a space bun letting the remaining curls rest on top of his shoulders.
Lastly, he grabs his purse and a small towel before he makes his way to the bar where he orders himself a bottle of water.
“Put it on Styles?” He asks, smiling at the waiter who hands him the bottle.
“Of course. Enjoy your session.” He says and Harry smiles with a nod before he turns and makes his way to the tennis courts.
The club has 9 courts of which two are indoors. According to the schedule that Harry got emailed yesterday, his sessions are usually on the 8th court. It’s a bit further away and more secluded than the others which Harry actually prefers because that way no one can see him making a fool of himself.
He’s not bad at tennis per se but he also isn’t the best. It’s just that, sometimes it’s hard to coordinate his legs and arms at the same time while simultaneously trying to hit a small ball.
Harry quickly walks down the steps leading to the court and fixes his hair once more before opening the door that’s separating the court from the pathway.
He hasn’t even fully closed the door yet, when he hears a voice behind him. “You’re late.”
Harry turns around an apologetic smile on his face. His trainer is…way better looking than Harry expected. “Sorry, forgot the time.” He mumbles, cheeks blushing strawberry red.
Blue eyes are boring into his, long eyelashes throwing shadows on sharp cheekbones and lips are painted into a thin line. Harry steps from one foot to the other and ducks his head down, not really knowing what to do.
“You’re Harry, yeah?” Harry nods, walking the few steps separating them and holding up his hand. “I’m Louis.” His trainer says. He’s a bit shorter than Harry but he makes up for it with the way he’s carrying himself. Harry also didn’t expect him to be from England either, most of the people working here are French.
Louis, like Harry, is dressed completely in white. Although Harry is wearing a skirt and a top, Louis went with shorts and a white polo that has the club's logo stitched into it.
His arms are heavily tattooed and Harry finds himself studying the different symbols.
“Put your stuff down then, we’ll start with conditioning training.” Harry is snapped out of his trance and sighs but does as he’s being told.
“The more you complain the longer we’ll do it.” Louis smirks, making Harry glare at him.
“You’re supposed to teach me to play tennis.” He says, grabbing his racket and walking over to Louis.
“Warming your body up and stretching it the right way is one of the most important things when it comes to playing tennis. Now come on, we’ll run 5 rounds. For every complaint I'll add one.” Louis says, starting to jog but at least Harry doesn’t have to do it alone.
“That’s unfair.” He says, catching up to his trainer who runs backwards now to face him.
“And that’s six rounds, love.” Harry barely manages to suppress a groan.
After the third round, Harry is panting and about to throw a fit when Louis makes him sprint along the baselines but he stays quiet because he really doesn’t want to run more than necessary.
Harry lets himself fall on the bench as soon as they’re done. His chest rising and falling in quick succession while Louis stands in front of him, a few steps away, his breathing is calm even though he ran all of the rounds with Harry.
It annoys Harry. He takes a few sips from his water before he stands up again.
“We really need to work on your condition.” Louis laughs. Harry glares at him. “Let’s stretch a bit and then we can play.”
Harry scrunches his nose but gets into the same position as Louis, his left leg bent while his right leg is stretched straight behind. As he leans into the lunge, he can feel the muscles burning in his thigh and his posture swaying.
“Focus on one point, that way you won’t fall.” Somehow, Harry chooses Louis' eyes to anchor him.
“Good, now switch.” Harry switches sides, eyes still focused on Louis blue ones that look like crystals in the sunlight.
They do a few more positions before Louis declares them done. Harry knows his muscles will be sore all over tomorrow and he regrets never starting yoga like he wanted to.
“Alright, go drink some water.” Louis says and Harry nods, wiping away the sweat that gathered on his forehead and his neck with the towel he brought before he sits down again and drinks half of the bottle.
Louis leans against the net, his own bottle in his hand and his eyes on Harry.
“On a scale from one to ten, how good of a player would you say you are?”
Harry snorts and shrugs. “I’m not that good to be honest. Maybe a decent four?”
“Do you like tennis though?”
“I don’t hate it, but it also wouldn’t be my sport of choice.” Harry says and Louis nods.
“What would it be then? If you could choose?”
And Harry has never been asked that before. His parents make most of the decisions in his life and Harry just follows along without questioning it.
“I don’t know to be honest. Never really had a choice anyway.” He admits, looking away and to the floor. “Maybe you manage to make it fun though. See it as a challenge.”
“Oh I love a good challenge.” Louis chuckles, placing his bottle back in his bag.
“Just a heads up though, making me run around the court won’t get you far.” Harry grins and takes his racket before he stands up.
“Oi, you’re a cheeky one aren’t you?” Louis laughs with a shake of his head while he grabs the ball cart and pulls it with him. Harry blushes and shrugs, following Louis.
“Alright, we’re gonna alternate between one forehand and one backhand and I want you to tap the cart with your racket between each hit, okay?”
Harry nods, walking around Louis and onto the centre of the baseline, holding the racket in front of himself and waiting for Louis to throw a ball.
“Ready?” Louis asks and Harry nods again, letting the racket spin in his hand a couple times. Louis throws the ball to his right side and Harry smiles when he hits it and it lands on the other side of the net.
Louis throws the balls for a while, alternating in the length of his throws, making Harry run from one end of the baseline to the other until he eventually stops when Harry taps the cart again.
“Alright love?” Louis asks when Harry rests his hands on his knees, panting. Harry would blush at the pet name but he can’t really concentrate on the fact that Louis called him love, when he’s too occupied at keeping his breathing in check.
“It’s like 40 degrees and we’re out in the sun and you’re making me run around like a crazy person.” He mutters, breathing heavily.
“You’ll manage. Go drink something, we’re almost finished anyway.” Louis nods towards the bench, grabbing Harry’s racket from where he had dropped it and handing it back to him. Harry drags himself over to the bench while Louis starts to gather all the balls on his own racket, putting them back in the cart.
“And, how bad is my tennis?” Harry asks once Louis is done with collecting the tennis balls.
“It’s better than you made it out to be, but there are a few things I'd like to work on. First, I'd like to play with you a bit, though. See how that goes and tomorrow morning we’ll start with some serves, we don’t have time for that anymore today.”
“We’re gonna do a simple tie break, but only underarm serves, okay?” Louis hands Harry two balls, one of which Harry stuffs beneath the tight, spandex pant leg that’s sewn into his skirt and hug his thighs nicely. Not only do they help with holding the tennis balls while he plays, but also because he doesn't have to worry about flashing someone when he bends down. Most of Harry's tennis skirts don't have that addition yet, so this one is definitely one of his favourites.
“Okay.” Harry nods, walking to the baseline again while Louis does the same on the other side.
Louis makes a gesture for Harry to start, so he lets the ball bounce a few times before he serves it. It’s a short back and forth before Louis hits the ball into the net, making Harry pumb a fist triumphantly.
The next serve is Louis’, his ball landing much more controlled on Harry’s side of the court. Harry returns it in the left serving box, running to the net as well in case Louis plays the ball short.
Harry smiles when Louis does, managing to lead the ball into the top left corner, out of reach for Louis.
At the end, Harry won 7:4, a bright smile on his face as he helped Louis gather all of the balls.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” He asks and Harry nods.
“11 am.” Harry confirms before he grabs his things and waves to Louis one last time.
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Harry arrives at the beach just as the sun starts to set. He is wearing white shorts and a striped t-shirt, his white heart shaped sunglasses pushed into his hair to keep the strands out of his face. He regrets not bringing a jacket, the wind coming from the ocean is chilly, making goosebumps rise on his skin.
He looks around, searching for Beth and Pam but he can’t spot them so he makes his way over to the makeshift bar that’s set up on one side.
He’s not really sure who organises these bonfires, or who started them in the first place. He just knows that Gemma took him to his first one when he was 15, and he’s been going ever since.
Music is playing quietly in the background, and Harry knows it won’t get louder until later. The first couple hours are usually used to socialise and greet everyone.
Harry mixes a drink for himself, satisfied when he tries it, and it tastes sweet like strawberries. The bonfire is raging already, illuminating the beach with a soft orange glow. The smell of the burning wood mixed with the fresh scent of the salty ocean filling the air. Harry smiles when he sees people in the shallow part of the sea.
He lets his eyes wander around again and sees many familiar faces that he knows he has to catch up with at some point, if only to be polite, but for now all he wants is to find Beth and Pam.
He walks around the beach, sand falling into his shoes with every step he takes, but eventually he spots Beth and Pam a bit further away, sitting on blankets surrounded by other people that Harry can’t make out from the distance.
He makes his way over, waving at Pam when she spots him and quickens his steps when she pats the spot next to her. As he gets closer, he notices that Liam is sitting there too. As well as three other guys that Harry can’t really make out because they have their backs turned to him.
“Hey doll.” Beth greets him with a grin. Harry smiles and leans down, kissing her cheek and then doing the same with Pam before he sits down and faces the group.
He’s stunned when he’s met with a pair of familiar crystal blue eyes. He didn’t expect Louis to be here. Usually the workers of the club aren’t welcome, which is a stupid rule anyway, but then again, Liam is here too.
“Haz, this is Liam, Zayn, Niall and Louis. Guys this is Harry.” Pam introduces them and Harry lets his eyes wander from Louis to Zayn, who’s nodding at him, a cigarette between his lips. He has dark hair and, similar to Louis and Liam, is adorned with tattoos. Only Niall seems to not have any tattoos or at least none that you can see, but there is a small golden hoop in his earlobe that’s reflecting the light from the fire.
“Niall and Louis are tennis trainers, and Zayn does these really cool trips with the jet skies to the small island. He suggested we should all go together.”
Zayn nods and stubs his cigarette out in the sand. “Yeah, it’s cool.”
“Oh, that would be nice.” Harry smiles. He’s never driven a jet ski, and if he’s quite honest, he’s a bit afraid of them, but Pam seems to be excited about the prospect.
They fall easily into conversation once Niall starts to tell them about the session he had with Mrs. Ashford, who very openly flirts with every guy under thirty even though her husband is never far away. Harry drinks and laughs along, legs pulled to his chest to warm him up a bit more.
While the fire spreads some soft light, the warmth doesn’t carry all the way to their spot on the beach, and the wind seems to pick up a bit more.
“How were your sessions, Lou?” Niall asks and Harry looks at him again.
“Eh, they weren’t bad, right Harry?” He says, winking at Harry, who bites his bottom lip and shakes his head.
“Oh, are you his trainer?” Beth asks and Harry hums.
“Oh that’s so cool, I’m stuck with old Pierre.” She pouts, making Harry scrunch his nose.
“He’s the worst.” He agrees, taking another sip only to realise his cup is empty, so he places it down in front of him.
“Is he still as handsy?” Pam asks, and Beth nods.
“I feel like it’s gotten worse since we were 18 don’t you Haz?”
“Had his hands on my hips at every chance he got.” Harry agrees with a frown. They thought about complaining about him more than once, but Pierre is well loved. They all knew he would just brush it off and say he was just helping them, so they just kept quiet.
“I’ll talk to him, maybe you can switch to me or Louis.” Niall says and Beth looks at him.
“You would do that?” She asks, surprised and Niall nods.
“‘Course, he sounds like a proper dick. We’ll take care of that.” Louis says, the look on his face dark.
“Does someone want anything to drink? Mines empty.” Louis changes the topic, shaking his empty beer bottle in the air.
“I’ll come with you.” Harry grabs his cup and stands up, removing some of the sand that’s sticking uncomfortably to his legs.
They wait for everyone to tell them what they want to drink before they make their way to the bar.
“How are your legs?” Louis breaks their silence, making Harry frown confused.
“What?” He asks, looking down at his legs and wondering what is wrong with them.
“Are they okay or are they very sore?”
“Oh, no. They’re fine so far.” Harry shrugs and Louis nods and it’s quiet again.
Harry bites his lip, relieved when they finally arrive at the bar. He starts looking for whatever he used earlier.
“What did Pam and Beth want again?” Louis asks while Harry pours some strawberry liquor in his cup.
“Beth takes an old fashioned, and Pam wanted a Martini, I think.”
“And you?”
“I don’t really know what it is, I just mixed some things together and hoped for the best.” Harry grins, teeth buried in his bottom lip and Louis chuckles.
“Seems dangerous.” Harry shrugs dimples deep and holds his cup up for Louis.
“Wanna try?” Louis raises his brows but takes the cup from Harry’s hand, it sends tingles down his spine when their fingers brush.
“It’s… sweet.” Louis says, taking a sip of his beer and making Harry laugh.
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Harry is walking slowly down the stairs leading to the tennis court, his skirt tickling his thighs as he lets out a yawn.
It’s not even that early, but Harry got home way too late last night, and then his thoughts were invaded by pretty blue eyes, keeping him awake even longer.
He has his heart shaped sunglasses on to help a bit with the headache that has been there ever since he woke up, a cool water bottle clutched in his hand while the other is holding his racket and towel.
Like the day before, Louis is already there, sitting on one of the benches with his legs spread. He’s wearing a similar outfit too, white shorts and a white t-shirt. There is a pair of sunglasses perched atop his nose, probably for similar reasons as Harry does, and there is a cigarette in his hands, the smoke curling in the sunlight hitting the court.
Harry smiles at Louis who takes another drag of his cigarette.
“Morning.” He rasps out, adjusting his fringe.
“Hi.” Harry mumbles, placing his small purse, towel and water bottle on the bench before he sits down on it as well. The sun warms up his skin which makes him even more tired and he really hopes Louis will go easy on him.
“Did you get home safely?” Louis asks and Harry nods. They all walked to the parking lot together before Harry, Beth and Pam all drove to their houses while the other four boys went to their bungalows that are provided for all the staff members.
It’s quiet for a while, Harry watching Louis smoke his cigarette. Harry takes his time looking at the tattoos on Louis’ arm and he wonders what they mean, what stories they tell, and if Louis will ever tell him about them.
“Alright doll face, let’s do this.” Louis throws his cigarette away and stands up while removing his sunglasses and exchanging them for a cap.
Harry sighs but stands up as well, adjusting his skirt, blushing when he notices Louis' tired eyes on his legs. He takes off his own glasses and places them carefully on the bench.
“Two rounds and then some stretching.” Louis says, shaking his head and looking up at Harry again who can’t help the little raise of his brows before he starts to jog around the court.
“You’re not running with me?” He asks when he has finished his first round and passes Louis.
“I’ve been here since 8 am and have to be here until 3 pm. Running with you is the last thing I want right now.” Louis answers.
Harry was home at maybe 3 am, he can’t even imagine how tired Louis must be now.
They do some basic stretching that feels good on Harry’s sore muscles.
“Tired?” Louis chuckles when Harry lets out a yawn and Harry hums.
“Can’t wait to take a nap by the pool.” He says, switching his legs.
“That’s what you’re going to do after?”
“Yeah, take a shower and put on my swimsuit, and then I'll get a fruit bowl and a mocktail. Then, I'll just sleep the day away.”
“Sounds like a dream.” Louis muses.
“Sorry, probably not what you want to hear right now.” Harry mumbles, standing up when Louis does.
“It’s fine, just think about me then it’s like i’m there.”
“I can do that.” Harry smiles, as if he wouldn’t have done that anyway.
They start with doing some serves, Louis watching Harry intently before he stops him.
“Can I?” He asks Harry who nods, breath hitching when Louis steps behind him and grabs his hand that’s holding the racket.
“Try holding it like this.” He mumbles, gently adjusting Harry’s grip on the racket before he moves their arms together, simulating the serve.
Harry can’t concentrate on anything except the way Louis' chest feels against his back, warm and sturdy and how his leg hair tickles his own clean shaven ones. He can barely breathe, has the sudden urge to push his arse out against Louis' front and he’s not sure where that thought is coming from.
“Alright love, try it now.” Louis steps away again and holds up a ball for him that Harry takes with shaky hands.
Harry lets the ball tap the court one, two, three times before he throws it in the air and hits it with his racket. Disappointedly watching it hit the net.
“Again.” Louis says, an encouraging smile on his face.
Harry goes through the same routine of dribbling the ball down three times before throwing it in the air again, only this time letting it fall down when he notices that he threw it too far backwards.
“Okay, different technique.” Louis stops him and steps in front of him. “The way you throw the ball, estimates how it’ll land on the other side.” He explains, grabbing a jumping rope and laying it a diagonal to the base line.
“I want you to do everything you’d do when you serve only, that I don’t want you to actually hit the ball but instead just let it fall on the court. Goal is that it lands between the rope and the baseline, preferably the same spot. And don’t be shy to throw the ball high.”
Harry nods, biting his lip. He lets the ball dribble three times and lets it rest against his racket for a short moment before he throws it up and into the air, his racket moving up too but he doesn’t hit the ball, instead watches it land in between the rope and the baseline like Louis explained.
“Good, again.” Louis nods and Harry repeats it.
“Your grip has changed again.” Louis steps behind him again.
“If you hit the ball like this,” he says, his warm breath hitting Harry’s neck as he moves Harry’s arm up and holds the ball against where he would hit the racket. “It will either land in the net or out.”
He changes Harry’s hold on the racket again. “If you hit it like this, you have way more control over its direction.” He explains, his other hand dropping to hold onto Harry’s waist. Harry is weak in his knees, certain he’ll fall the moment Louis lets go of him.
Harry swallows and nods, allowing Louis to place the ball back into his hand. He squeezes Harry’s waist gently and steps away, his hand lingering to steady Harry who, apparently, was leaning his body against Louis without noticing.
“Ready doll face?” Louis asks and Harry nods cheeks strawberry red from embarrassment as he tightens the grip Louis had shown him on the racket and dribbles the ball before he throws it into the air again.
“Alright, perfect now I want you to hit the ball.”
Harry does as he’s being told, the hold of the racket feeling strange but he smiles brightly when he hits the ball and it lands in the outer left corner of the service box.
“Good job doll face!” Louis cheers, making Harry dimple and the red of his cheeks darken.
They end their sessions with a light point game that is more a warm up than anything else. Harry is thankful for it though, too tired for anything more.
“I’ll see you?” Harry says when he has gathered all his things and Louis nods.
“Think we’ve got two sessions scheduled tomorrow.”
Harry makes his way back to the main house where he takes a quick shower, trying his best to forget the feeling of Louis' chest pressed against his back or the warmth of his breath hitting his skin. It’s hard when it’s all Harry can think about.
Once he’s showered, he dries himself, puts on his yellow bikini, and lathers himself in sunscreen. Before he leaves, he pulls on his dress and grabs his beach bag.
He easily spots Beth and Pam, grateful when he sees that they have reserved a sun bed for him and makes his way over to them.
“Hey guys.” He smiles, putting his beach bag down and getting rid of his dress before he places his towel on the sun bed and lays down.
“How was your session?” Pam asks, once Harry has settled down.
“Good, Louis was easy on me.”
“And when are you planning on shagging?” Beth asks, making Harry gasp.
“Beth!” He hisses, but she only laughs.
“Oh come on H, you’ve totally got a crush.”
“I don’t have a crush, I've barely known him for a day, you can’t have a crush on someone you just met.”
“Pam would disagree, wouldn’t you?”
“I’ve had a crush on Liam since the second I saw him.” She nods, making Harry glare at her.
“Not helpful Pam.” He says.
“H, this is our last summer here, who knows what we’ll do next year. Have fun while you can and get some experiences in before it’s too late.” She says.
Harry sighs, they’re right. Kinda. This is their last summer before they are going to university and Harry hasn’t done much more than hold hands with a guy before. And Louis is hot.
“We don’t even know if he likes me.”
“He does babes, believe me.” Beth says. “He looked at you like you were a snack that he could bite into.”
“Oh my god Beth.” Harry laughs, holding his hand in front of his mouth.
“I’m just saying.”
“I don’t want any of you to interfere though, let me do this at my pace.”
“Of course H, we’ll just give you two a push in the right direction if it’s necessary.” Pam says, making Harry sigh.
“You two are insufferable.”
“We’re only looking out for you, you should thank us really.”