“Baby, hey. Hi, you’re awake,” Harry cooed softly, perching himself on the edge of the bed and running a soft hand down your bare back, your naked front pressed against the mattress of the double bed in the apartment you’d been assigned for your two week holiday in Santorini. The crisp white sheets were soft and cool beneath your burning and aching and sun-kissed body, sending a spark of relief through your burnt skin.

In the spur of the moment and a chat upon his bed back in Holmes Chapel, you had agreed to accompanying him on a holiday that was just the two of you - no parents, no friends and no one to keep an eye upon you. As college for the both of you, as well as the rest of those teenagers experiencing the college system, had come to an end after two years, there was always the a constant topic emitting from the chatter amongst the friendship groups loitering the corridors or taking up the entire space in a class room and Harry couldn’t help but want a holiday.
To join in with the conversations about having a holiday with the one he loves.
To join in with the conversations when people asked about his summer holiday went.
To join in when people asked about his first holiday with his girlfriend; the love of his life, his first love, and his first long-term, school and college sweetheart.
A holiday where he got to be with you for the entirety of the two weeks without being torn away from you because his mates wanted him to go out to kick a football around, or because he had a class that overran and you were whisked away for lunch with your girl friends, or because he had to take the lunch break to do homework that he had forgotten about and needed doing before his lesson that afternoon.
“Mm-hm. Where have you been? You look hot,” you murmured softly with sleep lingering in your tone, your cheek pressed against the white pillow beneath your head.
With one eye cracking open, you took in his appearance. His upper body was sporting a KISS tank top vest with a pair of his white and green swim trunks covering and hanging down from his hips, water droplets trickling down his skin. Skin that was incredibly sun-kissed and tanned, a colour that looked different to when you had both arrived on the warm island of Santorini just a week ago. His hair was pushed beneath a fedora that he had packed, tucking it beneath his array of swim trunks that you had packed for him; a hat that he panicked about not finding back in Cheshire, his feet frantically carrying him around his bedroom as you stayed cross-legged upon his bed, taking up the job of folding his clothes and setting them neatly in his suitcase.
“I just went out to the pool for a bit. Had a bit of a sunbathe, a sleep in the sun, and a couple of drinks with a few men out there,” he smiled, brushing his fingers up your arm. “How are you feeling?”

Over the last two days of sunbathing on a sun lounger and spending time in the swimming pool built for those staying in the apartment complex, you had been exposed to the rays with limited shade to cover your skin.
“Hm. I feel better than earlier. I’m still aching,” you grumbled, closing your eyes and wincing softly as you rolled onto your side. The thin sheet being used as a blanket through the night covered your lower half, your arm dangling over your bare chest, as you stifled a yawn and sighed out a heavy breath. “Did you get more aloe vera from the store down the street?”

Being exposed to the hot weather and the suns dangerous rays radiating down upon you, you were sure that one of you would get sunburnt - and with hopes, you prayed it wasn’t going to be you - leading to spending a couple of days out of the heat to recover with burning and peeling skin. Yet, as humoured as Harry was about the idea, he was still as helpful as he could be; lathering your aching shoulders with after-sun and aloe vera after your cold showers, helping you dress for dinner when it got difficult for you raise your arms, and dabbing a cold flannel against your skin through the night when you found it uncomfortable to lay in a position you found yourself in without the discomfort. His soft voice whispering softly into your ear as you rolled around in pain, groaning about wanting it to go away as soon as possible.
“I did, I did. It’s on the counter. Do you want me to rub some onto your skin or do you want to have a cold shower first?” He wondered softly, hunching over and pressing his lips to your head, just above your ear. A spot he had found himself planting his lips more than usual through the night, as you had your back pressed against his chest with your legs bent and your feet entwined with his; a position you weren’t unfamiliar with with the two of you sharing copious numbers of nights in either your bedroom or his bedroom, after a Friday night spent out with friends or out at the cinema watching the talked about movie of that week. “A cold shower might work f’you?”

“Showers don’t seem t’work, so, can you just put some aloe vera on and then help me dress? I’m getting hungry,” you smiled, watching as he stood to his feet and made his way over to the dressing table opposite the bed. “Where are we going for dinner?”

With research carried out a week before you took the plane to Greece, he had found dinner places and little attractions that the two of you could - and would - enjoy on your holiday together. With a list of restaurants and their names on his Notes app on his phone, he was determined to take you to every single one, trying to exquisite Greek food and getting with the culture to fit in with where you were.
“There’s a nice little restaurant a little walk away down the road, called Sky Lounge. It’s by the beach and it looks really pretty night with lights and with the amount of people that go there. We can spend the night in there, eat some dinner, have a couple of drinks, have a walk on the beach before we come back here and have a sleep. How’s that sound?” Harry smiled, uncapping the bottle of the aloe vera in his hand and setting the lid on the bedside table. “On your front, c’mon, baby.”

Rolling over onto your front, he settled in a straddling position. His legs either side of your hips as he squeezed some of the gel into his hand, the cold feeling sending a shiver through his spine.
“This is probably goin’ t’ hurt, and just swear at me if it does, yeah? I’ll be as soft as I can,” he cooed, hesitantly hovering his hand above your burning shoulders.

“Just do it, babe. It’s killin’ me,” you groaned into the pillow, your arms flat out against your side to make sure the skin wasn’t stretching over your muscles, bringing a painful sensation across the top of your upper back. As the feeling of the aloe vera came into contact with your skin, with the added pressure of Harry’s fingertips kneading in the sweet-smelling gel, a soft groan left your lips. Your features crumpling and scrunching up as best as they could from the constraint the pillow was holding upon your head. “Mm, Christ. That feels good.”

“Is that okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“O’course not. S’just the right amount of pressure,” you grumbled, almost inaudibly as he continued to knead his fingers softly against your shoulders. Euphoria covering your relaxed figure as he shuffled himself upon your thighs, and hunched himself over, pressing kisses to your lathered skin. Before he rolled onto the empty side of the bed, he pressed his lips in a longer kiss with more pressure behind it. “Why’d you stop? That was good.”

With a smile and his head retracting from your burning skin, he rolled onto the bed and with a soft ‘aye’ from him almost falling over the side of the mattress, he propped himself up comfortably on the edge of the bed, and smiled at you wider, his teeth showing from behind his lips.
“Had t’ stop otherwise I would have gone further and we wouldn’t go out for dinner then,” Harry chuckled, his warm breath fanning across your face as you turned your head. “Are you ready to go for some dinner? I just need to go for a shower, but, I’ll come out and we can get you dressed and ready to go, yeah?”

You gave him a swift nod and closed your eyes, your forehead dropping to rest against his own as his hand snaking around your head and cupping the back in his palm. His fingers pressing into your scalp and massaging softly, soft sighs leaving your throat and making a sound through your nose.
“That sounds great. I love you.”

“I love you too, my burnt baby.”

Notes

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