God, fuck irony, Harry swore, silent but no less venomous, his balls about as blue as the ocean water Louis was standing in, Fuck irony up the arse sideways.
As a fully grown adult human, he had known, was the thing – known that life was unfair, that the universe didn’t play by the rules, that, in the immortal words of The Rolling Stones, ‘you can’t always get what you want’.
Well, ‘known’. Like, theoretically.
But, Harry also liked to live life with a certain amount of optimism and an… appropriate level of functional delusion, and as such, had convinced himself that those lyrics didn’t necessarily apply to him, specifically. They were more something pithy one recited when their three year-old twins were screaming for popsicles at four in the morning.
And sure, there were things in Harry’s life that hadn’t worked out and moments that had truly broken his heart (he was, after all, a divorcee), but he had always contented himself with the notion that, should he ever want something badly enough, the universe would never be cruel enough to flat out deny him of it.
In fact, it would go several steps further and dangle Harry’s dreams right in front of his face in the form of six unrelenting days of seeing Louis Tomlinson in various states of dampness – from shower, to sea, to sweat, over, and over, and over like some kind of perpetually sexually charged Sisyphean nightmare – only to have him plan to leave in T-minus twenty-four hours without hope of so much as one bonus night of recklessly nostalgic passion for poor, lonely, super horny Harry.
It just wasn’t fucking fair.
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