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a blurb about harry and lucía vacationing in ecuador, but everytime someone mentions a wedding or marriage, the reader has to take a shot hehe. 4.2k words of fluff. happy reading!

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It comes as no surprise that half way through the movie that Lucía’s selected, she’s fast asleep on Harry’s shoulder. It’s kind of interesting how she sleeps though she has earbuds in and the movie, which is an action movie with lots of fighting and loud noises, doesn't even affect her. She snuggles up against him and sleeps as if it’s the most normal thing. She even sleeps through the turbulence that has Harry gripping his seat, muttering swears under his breath.

She wakes up halfway through the flight all glassy-eyed, and looks up at him. He’s thrown a blanket over them and turned her movie off.

“You slept for several hours,” he whispers. “Your neck is going to hurt so bad.”

She’s blinking the sleep out of her eyes. “Should have bought one of those neck pillows.”

“Says you can buy them on the flight for a mere 30 dollars if you were interested.”

She frowns. “I’ll take your shoulder instead.”

“It’s quite comfortable isn’t it?”

“Quite. Can you come closer?” Despite her asking nicely, her hands are literally grabbing his shirt and trying to pull him to her. He moves in and wraps his arm around her shoulder, leaning in to kiss her head.

“You missed all the turbulence by the way.”

“I don’t actually mind turbulence, you know.”

“I do know, considering the last time we went to Ecuador together, you loved the turbulence and said it reminded you of a massage.”

She has a dreamy look in her eye. “I hope there’s more turbulence soon.”

“I was literally sweating, by the way. It’s weird though because I would think that you’d be scared out of your wits about a plane shaking in midair.”

Lucía’s eyes refocus. “Wait, don’t say it like that.”

He smiles and leans down, pressing his forehead against hers, pulling her closer. “You wanna sleep some more?”

“Mhmm.” She throws an arm over his torso and sighs softly. “The air conditioning is making it too cold.”

He tucks the blanket under her chin. “That better?”

“Yes.” She tilts her head up. “Gonna sleep too?”

“I’ll try, yeah.”

“Are you excited to be in Ecuador?”

She’s asked him this more times that he’s been able to count over the past week, looking up at him so cute, it breaks his heart. “I am so so excited,” he answers truthfully, leaning down again to kiss her softly. “Especially since I’ll be with you.”

“Don’t do that. You know I love you even more when I’m falling asleep.” She closes her eyes and lets Harry kiss her once more. “Goodnight.”

Harry leans over her and pulls down the window shade. The sun is beginning to rise and if Lucía’s going to sleep for some more time, the light will soon bother her. Harry slides his arm away from her shoulder to avoid pins and needles, and lets her nuzzle his neck instead, grasping his arm to her chest closely.

This vacation is exactly what Lucía needs. Every year, she goes to visit her mother, and this is the first time since their breakup that Harry’s tagging along.

And despite Lucía’s insistence that her mother really really does not hate him, he can’t help but be a little nervous to visit her. But her mother knows he’s coming too, so at least the element of shock isn’t all there.

When they land, one of Lucía’s cousins is there to pick them up. Harry’s met her before, and falls into conversation easily with her. He’s holding Lucía’s hand, enjoying the way her eyes light up as she gazes out the street. The airport isn’t far from her mother’s house, and this he knows because whenever he’s visiting, the sound of planes wake him up at night.

Turns out, all his worrying about her mother not liking him is proven useless when she brings him in for a tight hug and exclaims, “Oh, Harry, look at you! Divorce has made you even more handsome than before!”

Lucía gasps, horrified. “Mama! Don’t say that!”

“It’s okay,” Harry laughs, hugging her back. “My father makes those jokes all the time. And none of them ever call me handsome.”

Her mother pulls away and holds his face firmly, giving him a shake. “Look at him, Lucía. A real man now. You were just a boy before.”

“A boy in my mid 20's, yes.”

“And time has brought the two of you together again.”

“Something like that.”

“This time, don’t worry. I won’t set you up in separate rooms.”

Her mother always did, though it didn’t really do much when Lucía would sleepily open the door to his room in the middle of the night and tuck herself into his bed. “Oh really?” Lucía says, taking her suitcase with her upstairs. She drags it on the stairs until Harry takes it from her and easily lifts it up. “Why’s that?”

“Well, it’s clear to me that this thing between you guys is serious. As serious as marriage I’d say.” Her mother does in fact say it so casually, Harry nearly misses a step he trails after them.

“Marriage,” Lucía says, laughing nervously, glancing at Harry. “Not sure that’s the next step.”

Lucía’s mother is smiling when they reach their room. “I’m only kidding. Wanted to see that look on Harry's face, that’s all.”

Harry looks around, confused. “What look?”

“Oh, you are so cute, Harry. Maybe still like a boy. But no, don’t worry. It's because I knew you guys had to sneak around last time so I thought I’d make it easier for you.”

“Please stop,” Lucía says with her face in her hands.

As she’s walking out, Lucía’s mother pinches Harry’s cheek. “You can’t hide anything from me. I’ll let you unpack and rest, but dinner is soon, okay? Good.” And then she shuts the door, leaving Harry and Lucía reeling.

When they meet eyes, Lucía is the first to break into laughter, clasping a hand over her mouth. He strides across the distance and wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her down with him as he crashes onto the bed.

“How embarrassing,” he groans.

“It’s so embarrassing!” she giggles. “You know, I never would bring my boyfriends to see my parents even when I lived in Ecuador. I always thought it was weird because they would be interacting with a person that I kissed!”

“I know exactly what you mean. It’s like how embarrassing it is to kiss your wife when you’re getting married.”

Lucía turns and kisses him. “I cannot relate to that.”

“Let's get married and I’ll show you what I mean.”

Her stomach erupts in butterflies. “Don’t joke about that, mi amor,” she whispers.

“You did!”

“It’s different when I do it.”

“But I admit,” he says, not arguing with her logic, “that kissing her even around people when we were married was weird. Now, I don’t seem to mind it with you.” Harry twirls a curl of her hair around his finger and tugs gently. “You’re special, Lucie.”

“You don’t mind PDA anymore, I’ve noticed.”

“I will kiss you whenever I want to.” He pulls her in swiftly and kisses her again. “Let’s just hope there’s a lock on this door now.”

“A lock?” she snickers, moving back. She looks at his tired face and bright eyes. “There are no locks in this house, I hope you know. Aside from the bathrooms. My mother is very much a barge-in type of person.”

“And I, as you know, am very much a sleep-nearly-naked type of person.”

“Oh I do very much know that.”

“See, now that you mentioned the no lock thing, I’m a bit worried about your mother popping up out of nowhere. She’s the type to do that.”

“She’s in an exceptionally good mood, isn’t she?”’

Harry hesitates. “I wouldn't exactly know what type of mood she is usually in given I haven’t known her for the past two years.”

“Well, I will say that she has been very sad and moody, which, given the situation, has been very understandable.”

“Yes, of course.”

“I mean, her daughter calls her crying nearly every day–”

Harry groans, dropping his head to her shoulder, hugging her to his chest tight. “You love doing that to me! So unfair!”

Lucía laughs. “I’m kidding! But now that we’re talking about her mood, I have long suspected that the next door neighbor that moved in a few months ago has definitely raised her spirits.”

Harry lifts his head. “Yeah? She’s made a new friend?”

“Oh yes,” Lucía says, squishing Harry’s face. “A gentleman friend.”

“Oh. Oh.”

“Yup.”

“And…. how does she feel about that?”

“Well, we should make it a mission to get her to talk about it.” Lucía’s eyes are alight with mischief which makes Harry lean in and kiss her hard again.

When he’s done, he murmurs, “Did you not talk to her about it over the phone?”

“That’s where my suspicions came from,” she says, licking her bottom lip. “She avoided the topic every time.”

“Suspicious.”

“Exactly.”

“Maybe we can go on a double date.”

“I don't think my mom would go on a date with him, but I definitely think she finds him charming. Plus, he’s divorced, which is basically the jackpot.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because,” she says in a voice that makes him think it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “If he were single at that age just because that would be really weird, and if he had a dead spouse, that would be a lot of baggage. Which, I know my mother had, but I think she’s handling it fine.”

“Mm.” Harry kisses her cheek a final time before shuffling off of her and fixing his hair. “The jackpot indeed.”

“Precisely.”

“Well, for the next two weeks, all we have to do is get your mom and him in the same room as much as possible.”

“And then we can lock them in.”

“Something tells me you wouldn’t be a very good wingman, Luce.”

“Okay, fine. When they're all caught up in each other, we can sneak away.”

Harry laughs. “Sneak away,” he repeats. “We’re nearly 30, you know.”

“I know that. But nothing is conventional about us anyways so we may as well be treated like teenagers, I mean, some of us can't even be trusted to manage a marriage for more than 6 months–”

“It was 8 months before I suspected anything, thank you very much,” Harry says, eyes narrowed with amusement. “And I’m so relieved that my girlfriend can make jokes about it too now.”

“It’s either that or I call my mother crying.”

“Are these the only options I have?”

“Yes.”

“My goodness, Luce.” He kisses her head. “I’m so lucky.”

She giggles and then sits up, reaching for her suitcase to begin unpacking. They manage to get a fourth of the way done before Harry falls onto the bed, too tired to move a single muscle. He feels Lucía tuck him in and then close the door behind her as she leaves.

To Harry’s surprise, Lucía is actually unable to rest between now and dinner since she’s slept so much on the plane. He, however, falls asleep almost instantly, and sleeps for several hours, completely missing dinner.

He wakes some time in the middle of the night with Lucía curled up next to him, wide awake.

“The time difference,” she murmurs, snuggling into his chest. “You slept for so long.”

“Yeah.” His voice is rough with sleep. He draws her closer and moves down, laying his head on her stomach. “I was so tired.”

She smiles and gently smoothes his long hair down. “We’ll have to get an early start for our day.” She lifts her head up and looks at the digital clock on the side table. “In 4 hours.”

“Got it.” He’s feeling refreshed, not needing extra time to wake up properly. The sight of the clock makes him realize that he’s yet to see a clock on the wall. He imagines Lucía taking them all down. Or perhaps they were never up. He decides to ask.

“Have the clocks never been on the walls?”

“Hm? Oh. My dad took them all down when I was 9. I couldn’t stand them.”

“I see.”

“And they never put them back up even after I left.” She sighs softly. “I want my mom to come live in Boston. I don’t like that she’s all alone here. Before, she wasn’t because of my dad, but after he got sick, I started thinking about it. I mean, dad was really sick, and I think both of us kind of knew that we were reaching the end. But Mama insisted on staying until then.”

“What of her gentleman neighbor then?”

“I’ll bring him too.” She’s smiling. “And besides, it’s not like it’s an overnight thing. Visas take years.”

“True.”

“And I want her to be closer to me, just in case.”

Harry knows what he means even without her explicitly saying it.

“Of course.”

“And honestly coming to Ecuador every year is really expensive.”

Harry laughs, lifting himself off of her. He lays back on his own pillow. The early morning birds outside are very loud, as if some are perched right outside their windows. “It really is, especially during the summer.”

“And you know I can’t control myself when it comes to shopping here.”

“Oh trust me, I know that. We were barely making the weight requirements last time.”

“Yup.”

“But tomorrow we’re going to the beach right?”

“Yes.”

“Nothing to buy there.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Lucía.”

“Don’t full name me.”

Harry laughs. “But hey, you’ll be my tour guide, right?”

“You’ve been here enough times to not need a tour guide.”

“I’ve been here three times, and I very much need someone holding my hand.”

Lucía kisses his neck softly. “I will happily hold your hand and not only because everyone stares at you when you’re here because you’re super hot.”

“You are so romantic this morning,” Harry murmurs, humor in his voice. “Too bad you’re not like this when you’re getting ready for work. I’m almost scared to approach you when you get all zombie-like.”

Lucía closes her eyes. “The first time I stayed over at your apartment was such a disaster, you know? Almost thought about breaking up with you over the spicy avocado toast you made me.”

Harry laughs. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“You were just way too happy for eight in the morning.”

“I’ve gotta ask now. How many times have you seriously considered ending things with me?”

She smiles, tucking her face into his neck. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.”

“Wow. More than ten times?”

“Shhh. Does it really matter since I only actually broke up with you once?”

Harry gently runs his fingers through her hair, shoulders shaking with laughter. “A divorce joke and a break up joke? Within 24 hours? I’m worried.”

“I’m a healed woman, don’t you know?”

He kisses her face. “My mistake.”

“You must be so hungry.”

“Absolutely starving and in desperate need of a shower.”

She pushes herself up, leaning back on her elbows. “I’ll make you something.”

He rubs his eyes. “Are you sure? Want some help?”

When he opens his eyes, she’s shaking her head, already heading to the door. “No. I’ll bring it to you.”

“Are you sure? I’m pretty awake, I can totally–”

“Hey, you’re the guest.”

Harry laughs. “Aren’t you a guest too, kinda?”

“Shush. Stay here.”

He nods and stays back, letting her disappear from his sight. It takes some time, but Lucía returns with food, snuggling into bed, and then watches him eat as if it’s the most normal thing.

And in that moment, it absolutely feels normal.

***

Harry has absolutely no idea what Luce turns into when they head down to the beach, but if he were to describe her as something close, it would be a possessive gremlin. And he loves his sweet girl very much, but it’s like he doesn’t even recognize her.

Currently, Harry can see her staring at him from the corner of his eye. She’s right next to him, and they both are very aware of the waitress flirting with him. She’d been in such a good mood, dragging him over to the outdoor bar, but now…

The waitress has brought Harry a larger size drink than asked, and told him that it’s on the house. She’s also been hanging around for a moment too long asking about what it's like to live in Boston and work his job (and though those are very boring topics, Harry’s way of vague and short answers are not getting through to the waitress).

Lucía takes the matters into her own hands when the waitress turns the conversation to how long he’s staying there. “We,” she interjects, ignoring the way Harry’s trying to hide his knowing smile, “are staying at my mother’s house actually. We’re looking at wedding venues for us.”

The waitress blinks, “Oh, a wedding. How wonderful.”

“Yes,” Luce says, leaning into Harry’s shoulder. “We’re very excited.”

The waitress looks at Harry and then Luce. “Oh, right. Well, I’ll leave you both to your drinks then. Please let me know if you need anything else.”

She leaves after that, and Harry glances down at his girlfriend. “Absolute gremlin.”

“She wasn’t getting the hint!”

“Was the marriage part supposed to freak me out?”

Luce rolls her eyes, picking her head off of him. “I was making a statement.”

“And a statement it was. It could have been anything, you know? A baby shower for a relative, an anniversary, a birthday, a–”

Luce crosses her arms. “What are you trying to say?”

Harry holds her chin. “That you’re dying to marry me.”

She shrugs him off. “Whatever.”

“If you want a ring, baby, you just have to say the word.”

“Go away.”

“I can’t. I think if I get up, a flock of people will come to me and steal me away from you.” When Lucía looks murderous, Harry says, “But of course I’d reject every single one of them.”

“Not funny,” she says, reaching for his drink. “I want half of this.”

“Sure. Want me to get another glass?”

“Yes.”

Harry grins and raises his hand to flag the waitress down again, but Luce gasps and grabs his wrist. “No. It’s okay. I can just share with you.”

He looks at her innocently. “You’re so cute.”

She doesn’t answer, drinking silently.

But this isn’t the only time Harry’s caught by someone. When they’re laying on the sand, their umbrella over them as shade, Harry suddenly complains about the sand being too hot despite their towel, so Lucía tells him to go buy a towel from one of the shops. He leaves, but she realizes that he’s taking too much time to come back after 15 minutes have passed, and she peeks over to find Harry in another conversation with the counter person.

Harry’s halfway out the shop when he makes eye contact with Lucía, and he throws his head back and laughs. She gets it: he looks really good with his shirt off and his tattoos and his black sunglasses and his super hot British accent that’s kind of melting away into American territory, but still!

He fixes another towel over theirs and lays down. “It’s really not my fault.”

“I know,” she says. She shuffles closer and puts her head on his butterfly tattoo. “You’re just too hot.”

“I think it’s the accent.” He puts a hand on her jaw, caressing her warm skin.

“You should start every conversation with ‘Sorry, I have a girlfriend’.”

“Luce, you’re never this possessive when we’re back home.”

She turns her head, looking up at him. “I don’t know what happens to me when we come here. It’s like I want everyone to know that you’re only mine.”

Harry’s eyes darken a little. “I understand. I don’t particularly like it when people get all flirty with you. I think the thing that eases it a bit for me is that I know you can’t flirt to save your life, and I’m pretty sure you don’t even realize it when you’re getting hit on.”

She gasps. “I know how to flirt!”

“You do, but only with me.”

“That’s not true! I’m such a good flirt! And I do have flirt radars!”

“Luce, the customs officer asked if you were single.”

“He wanted to know if I was traveling alone or not!”

“I was literally right behind you.”

She blinks. “Oh, right.”

“See?” He caresses her cheek again, lovingly. “Sometimes I wonder how you dated before you met me on an app.”

She thinks back to it. “Well, my college boyfriend was the result of a game of Spin The Bottle. We kissed and then we were like huh okay cool we’ll keep doing that.”

“Of course he was. And before that?”

“Um, before that, my high school boyfriend asked me out over text.”

“Right.”

She frowns. “But I know how to flirt with you!”

“You do. And it’s adorable every time.”

She sits up, looming over him. “Adorable? It’s supposed to be hot.”

He looks up at her innocently. “It’s hot at times. It’s just that…” He tucks her hair behind her ear. “You’re so sweet. And your eyes are so pretty. And your smile is so perfect. It’s all so cute. But, I will say that it’s really sexy when you come on to me first.”

“I totally come on to you a lot.”

He hums. “I wouldn’t say a lot…”

“I think that I have the intention of coming on to you, but you see it as something else. Like when you said you were going to shower this morning and I offered to come with you.”

Harry blinks. “You were coming on to me? I thought you just wanted to show me how the new faucets worked.”

Lucía scowls. “I had sexy intentions!”

“Well, I didn’t know that!”

“How about the way I literally followed you into the bathroom?”

“I thought you were just being clingy! You are always a little extra needy in the mornings.”

“Being clingy can be sexy!”

Harry suddenly laughs, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Oh, fuck. I’m sorry. I really just thought you were helping me out.”

“It was both!”

“So you were going to help me with the faucets!”

“And shower with you too!” She takes his wrist and pushes it off his face. “It’s sexy and helpful.”

Harry half sits up and kisses her softly. “I believe you.” He’s smiling against her mouth when she throws her arms around him and kisses him harder. “I’m sorry. I will try my best to be aware next time you’re coming onto me.”

“Good,” she answers, laying back down. She still has her arms around him, clinging to him. He holds her tightly, letting her press kisses to his face. She’s insatiable for some reason, spending a lot of time kissing his cheek and clean shaved jaw. Perhaps it’s all the pent up jealousy getting to her. She seems really into it right now so he decides to make fun of her for it later.

A while later, she says, “Hey.”

“Hey back.”

“Love you.”

“I love you too, green-eyed monster girlfriend of mine.” He gently knocks his head against hers. “Or should I say fiancée?”

She hugs him tighter. “So much wedding talk.”

“Let a man recover from his first.”

He hears the smile in her voice. “You recovered in my apartment, if you recall.”

Harry sighs playfully. “I did go running back to you didn’t I?”

“A few years too late, but yes.” She slowly loosens her arm and slides down his torso again, laying back on his butterfly tattoo. “But everything worked out.”

His hand returns to her cheek. “It worked out perfectly, Lucie.”

They lay in comfortable silence for a moment, before she says, “I love when you call me that.”

“Good thing I love calling you that,” he answers softly. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, smiling to himself.

Harry is ready to make this vacation the best ever, even if that means letting Lucía drag him away from women who want to flirt with him, and locking her mother in a room with her neighbor. Because after everything, it’s what she deserves. If he could give her the world, he would.

And maybe when they’re back home, they can have a more serious talk about that whole wedding thing. It may be too early to call it, but Harry knows that he’s either marrying this woman or nobody at all. Despite them not having talked about it, Harry knows that she feels the same way.

In the meantime, this is enough: this tiny happiness, away from their worries in a beautiful place, with nothing but love on their minds.

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