Tale of Two

Chapter 9

The morning came with the long awaited September rain. It wasn't one of those short little showers, it was that lazily peppering rain that wouldn't stop for days. Needless to say it washed away all kinds of willingness to stay at the festival for another night. But then Louis Tomlinson showed up with a gorgeous brunette called Eleanor, and everything changed. 

They were currently seated in an overcrowded inn in Bamford, eating beans on toast and drinking tea. There was a bottle of rum on their table, but only Eleanor, Louis, Harry and Nate was in the mood for daytime drinking. Niall and Jade were missing and they hadn't had an idea where they could have been until Emma found a note telling that they'd caught a ride back to Leeds.

Zayn was high, Emma was furious and the rest was hungover, so it was a relief to everybody when they finally decided to get on the road and go back home.

But then of course somebody just had to fuck it all up, and that somebody was Harry. Normally he was a pretty easy person to get along with since he didn't really give a shit about anything, but today he was in a rare bad mood. The problem started when he knocked over the rum, the glass breaking into a million little pieces on the diner's floor. Louis and Nate were fuming so they sent Harry out to buy a new one, but he only returned after an hour of sauntering in the little village, and he only bought a six pack, saying that everybody was going home anyway. Then he got mad and decided to stay.

Picking up the tents was a nightmare, they were covered in mud from head to toe. Harry did little to help, he was mostly leaning on a tree, watching the others with an unpleasant smirk. At some point Zayn decided to join him, bringing two girls along whom he'd spent the last night with. They were wearing sunglasses although there was no sunshine at all, and looked absolutely ridiculous. The next one breaking after Zayn, was surprisingly none other than Cora. When she finally snapped and threw her backpack down at the tree, muttering something along the lines of 'might as well stay and waste another day', Harry discretely cheered and gave her a high five, stating that he considered the crew whole again and they could start the party.

But this Saturday wasn't a Saturday that went well. Since camping in the horrid weather was out of the picture, they managed to book two twin rooms in the Bamford inn, which was a miracle in itself, and Zayn gallantly offered to find another place for himself to stay again, intensely smiling at one of the stranger girls who decided to tag along. This way Eleanor, Cora, Louis and Harry could all sleep comfortably and nobody had to share a single bed with another. After this little success however everything just felt vapid and meaningless.

They were standing in the middle of a pretty packed lounge, the air cold and humid at the same time, pregnant with smoke and rapture. It seemed like the entire audience of the festival decided to squeeze their way into the tent to avoid the rain. Bodies were pressing together and everything smelt awful, but the little group was too far gone to even pay attention to this. Cora didn1t want anything more than to go back home, she regretted her decision to stay in Hope Valley already, but she was trying to enjoy the music nonetheless. The DJ was a big name in trip hop, but only Zayn was familiar with him. He was all over the pretty blonde though, not paying attention to anything. The other girl seemed to be okay with it, because she was tightly pressed against Harry, her back flush against his chest as she moved her incredible body with the beat.

She told Harry she was a gymnast and she felt like it, tight and muscular, and she had spirit too, deliciously grinding against him. He took a swig of his beer as he watched her shoulders and ass, her long rasta swirling at her hipbone. She was dark and beautiful, but Harry's eyes kept wandering towards Cora from time to time, involuntarily examining the way she was rocking, carving every single little detail about her into his mind. He was annoyed because he couldn't remember what he had told her the night before and Cora's been avoiding him all day, choosing the company of Louis and Eleanor over his.