3 days of soup, sex and sun salutations [H.S]

10. Who am I but you and the sun

They eat that soup, actually a mushroom soup that they can not be bothered to heat up, and Harry watches some people do some kind of sun dance a bit away. The morning sun has dried the mud up a little bit, and he looks at Lizzie as she's feeling if her shoes have dried, half the can of soup left on her side.

Tom sits to Harry's left, they have talked a little but he's awfully quiet and Harry can tell he's feeling bad over more than just a hangover. Mary, Brian and Linda are all quiet too. Harry isn't the one who wants to utter the first words in the syrup-like tension, so he keeps to himself, slurping his soup.

The sun dancers are rising and folding over, still so energetic and happy. Harry watches them, all with earthy and yellow coloured clothes, just completely given over to happiness. Or an insane amount of drugs. He sees them wrap up, hug each other and give kisses on the mouths and the cheeks.

Looking away from them, he decides to get some water to wash himself off, so he announces this to the quiet group, making Lizzie also rise with him to go along. No one else says anything, Tom doesn't even look up as they go. He must be really down then, and Harry has the feeling he deserves it.

They get to the water station, people are obviously queueing up to get their share and they just join.

They get their water and it's ice cold, making all of Harry shiver as Lizzie helps him wash off the mud over his body. He cleans his face and drinks, Lizzie also splashing her face with some water. If it was warmer, Harry would love to wash his hair, but he still has it up with Stevie's pink hair band and he doesn't know if he can get it out without ripping it, so he settles for just washing his curly baby hairs in his temples.

After the wash, some of the tension seems to fade, and they even talk about Janis on the way back to the others.

"I didn't even see The Who or Jefferson Airplane... " Harry says, a little ashamed of not even remembering what happened last night. He was really that drunk, huh? He remembers that he was throwing up at some point, but that's it, really. He knows that Stevie was there, his memories have cleared that much, and he knows that she must've put his hair up with the band.

"Me neither", Lizzie says, and she looks genuinely sad about it as Jefferson Airplane is her favourite band, after all. "Or I was there, but I just wasn't listening."

Harry gives her a half hug as reassurance and support, and she pinches the bare skin over his ribs. He yelps before laughing a little. All is back to normal, at least between the two of them.

They arrive at the tents again and Harry throws on a t-shirt on his newly washed upper body. He has a bit of a sunburn on his shoulders after yesterday, and he really doesn't want to make it worse. Lizzie gets dressed inside their tent and comes out in a pair of jeans shorts and a ruffled top. She has brushed through her hair and she offers to brush his as well. He agrees, even though he knows what his curls look like brushed out, because he really needs to get this hair tie out.

They sit down in front of the tent, Lizzie directs Harry on a rock while she stands over him. She tries to be gentle, but Harry can tell that she's losing her patience.

"What the fuck have you done with your fucking hair, H?" She mumbles while pulling a strand of his chocolate curls so hard he sees stars.

"I didn't put it up. Ask Stevie", he mutters back, rubbing the place on his head to make sure the strand of hair is still there.

"Ask me what?" A more mature voice asks from behind them, and Harry turns around, making Lizzie pull him back into place.

"Good afternoon", she says, smiling towards Harry and Lizzie as she comes closer. "You remember last night?"