“I just can’t believe we are here!” You beam stepping out the fancy hotel lift and into the fancy hotel corridor. “Actually here, on holiday, I can hear the sea from here because its right outside!” You’re almost skipping down the hallway to your room.Henry matches your smile, yet a little less enthusiastic. ‘He is a little preoccupied with carrying all the bags.’ You remind yourself.
You stop right in front of him, popping up onto your tiptoes so your as level as you will ever be. “Can we just dump the bags in the room and walk down the beach first?”
“Whatever you want.” You kiss him on the end of his nose before removing your shoulder bag from his arm and dragging him the rest of the way.
(A/N - I’ve added a little bit more to the end and its a little bit smut/fluffy)
You knew it was a bad idea.
You knew you wouldn’t be able to just sit there and watch him.
But you said you would pick him up after training. You heard him quietly mumble to himself about how much his legs hurt, how much his muscles ached, how much he hated the hour after training were his body didn’t want to move.
You had a day off the least you could do is give him a lift back to your home. But you were running early and there was something inside you (your other brain, the downstairs brain mostly) saying you could just stand at the side a watch.
Boy: Where’s my shirt? I have to get to work.
Girl: If you can’t find it does that mean you can’t leave?
Boy: I have to get to work.
Girl: Then you’re going to have to remove it.