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“Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, I still have the lovely Taylor Swift with me tonight," Jimmy Kimmel said to his audience. “We were just talking about Taylor's new movie role, which I'm sure we're all very excited to see. Now I wanted to take the conversation in a different direction. See, Taylor you've had some pretty interesting stories in the news recently, a lot of speculation, and I wanted to give you chance to clear things up."
“Sure, I'm an open book,” Taylor said, smiling and shrugging at audience.
“Good, good, because this whole thing is very confusing," Jimmy said, and he showed a few pictures of Louis, Taylor, and Harry on the screen. "So, we were all under the impression that you and Louis were no longer friends, and Harry was your boyfriend. Now that seems... well it seems to be the opposite."
Taylor nodded along, nervously biting her lip as she got ready to explain their version of events. "Well, celebrities always have a life that goes on behind what the public sees. Harry and I were never serious, even from the start. We were still together when he met Louis, but I was on tour and things happen. Harry brought me and Louis back together, and we've been able to work past the last couple years and grow up."
"So Louis did technically steal your man?" Jimmy asked, earning a laugh from the audience. "Should we expect to hear more on your next album?"
"No, no," Taylor chuckled, waving her hands. "There won't be any angry songs of betrayal, not about them at least. Nothing was stolen from me. I got back a friend."
"That's great to hear, and who knows," Jimmy exclaimed. "Maybe you two can go on tour together again!"
Taylor giggled, very bright smile on her face. "We'll see, you never know what the future holds! Louis has to finish his current tour first."
"Yes, which he's about to leave for too, to start the next leg," Jimmy said. Then the pictures on the screen changed again, this time to pictures of Harry and Louis, pretty much naked on a beach. "But right now they're vacationing on one of the most private nude beaches in the tropics. Were you thinking of joining your new BFF's out there any time soon?"
"I have no idea how you got those, if that beach really is private," Taylor said with a blush. "But, I'm gonna pass on that for now. We'll leave nude beaches to the honeymooners."
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"Lou! You really shouldn't go swimming so soon after eating," Harry called to his boyfriend, who was wading out into the crystal blue water.
Louis was naked, because it was a nude beach, and Harry couldn't stop staring at him. Louis just looked so cute with him bum bouncing every time he walked, and his cock hanging between his legs. Harry wanted to never leave this beach, and live naked with Louis forever. But their real lives awaited, and those were slowly getting better.
Two weeks ago, Harry's album premiered and hit number one in almost every chart. The album was being hailed as the newest indie hit, about living lost and confused and finding clarity through love. It was better than Harry ever could have dreamed, and his song for Louis was a hit as well. Louis' fans and Harry's fans were obsessed with the song, and with their relationship as well.
"I'm not swimming, I'm standing," Louis yelled back, flashing Harry a toothy smile. "I'm soaking in the sun. Which your pale ass should be doing as well. Why don't you take off that damn thong and get in here?"
Harry frowned, looking down at the sparkly gold bathing suit he had on. "It's not a thong, it's a speedo."
"That doesn't make it better, Haz," Louis sighed, turning around so he was facing Harry lying on their beach towel. He had his hands on his hips, and the most adorable out on his lips. "It's a nude beach, Haz. The Anaconda should be out and free and bouncing in the fresh ocean air."
"Awe," Harry whined, batting his eyes playfully up at Louis. "Is Princess P lonely?"
"Princess P—oh no," Louis scoffed when he realized what that name was for. "Two months! You take two months to name my penis and that's what you come up with?"
"Yup," Harry said, licking his lips.
"Nope, try again," Louis said shortly, turning back around and wading further out. he stopped when the water was up to his thighs. "I give yours a rugged, manly name, and mine gets called a princess? Fuck up Harry, it's fucked up."
"Oh Dove," Harry laughed. He got up and took off the speedo, then joined Louis in the water, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend from behind. "It's a pretty name, for your pretty cock."
"Uh well when you put it that way," Louis sighed, smirking up at Harry over his shoulder. "But, come on, I can be manly."
"Yes, and you're also five foot nine," Harry quipped sarcastically.
"Rude, so rude," Louis whispered, no actual bite to his words.
They looked out at the bright, empty ocean, and it was beautiful, so beautiful and peaceful. They could breathe out here, and they could be lost in each other. Harry kissed the back of Louis' neck, smiling at his boy. "I love you, just the way you are. I'm not every manly either, anyway."
"That's true," Louis said, holding Harry's hands in front of his tummy. "You like to emulate your father, Mick, and I love it. Who wants to be completely masculine anyway?"
"Boring people," Harry sighed. "Love you."
"Same Haz, love you too," Louis said, smiling out at their view. He knew when they got back to society they would have to answer questions and listen to bullshit, but here was good. Here was calm.
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