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

14. Walkin' down the line

The rain has kind of slowed down the whole vibe of the festival, and lots of people have given up and retreated into the city by the looks of it. They are still waiting for the music to start again, but it seems like nothing will be on until later, and for sure, Hendrix won't be on until morning. They are obliged to wait for it, otherwise Tom would have a fit and probably quit being friends with them altogether. It's not a risk Harry is willing to take.

Tom and Harry spend the day playing cards with Brian and Linda, while Lizzie is sleeping next to them. Harry doesn't know where Mary is, but she's probably keeping to herself for a while. He feels a bit bad for her, to be honest. She didn't ask to get dragged into a three-way drama.

They play until the music starts up again, and then they start drinking. Harry takes it easy, because god, he's had enough of alcohol for a lifetime and for once, he wants to just be sober. Mary has shown up, but sits a bit outside the circle as they drink on. Lizzie and Tom are trying to see who can drink best upside down from the bottle of wine, and Linda and Brian are cheering them on. Harry feels his eyes going to Mary most of the time, as she sips on a beer. When the wine comes out of Lizzie's nose for the second time, he rises from his seat to go talk to Mary, seeing as she doesn't even laugh a tiny bit at Lizzie's attempt to sneeze the wine out.

He sits down next to her, and she smiles, scooting a little to the side to give him more space.

"Hi, sweetie", she says, but her smile doesn't reach her eyes and it makes Harry sad.

"Hiya. You okay?"

Mary shrugs.

"I'm happy to go home tomorrow. I didn't mean for it to be like this. Like, I didn't know about all this", she nods to the way Lizzie is holding on to Tom's hat as he drinks, "and I just wanted to dance."

Harry nods. "I mean, I'm sure there's no bad blood, Lizzie isn't one to hold grudges-"

"I'm just embarrassed. I don't wanna get involved in anything." Mary looks at him, sighs. "It's not your fault, you know."

Harry wants to answer, but he's soon grabbed by Lizzie from behind, and she leans in between them, smiling widely, but also a little unsure if Mary will like it.

"You guys are missing out on the best, come on! Let's just forget about yesterday, we're at Woodstock for fuck's sake!" She says, looking from Harry to Mary and back again. Mary smiles a little.

"You're not mad, then?" She says, and Lizzie shakes her head.

"Let's forget about it."

***

A little sad that neither Nancy or Stevie is there to join them anymore, Harry doesn't really join Lizzie and Tom as they get pissed and hang off each other. They really tried to get him onboard, like tempting him with body shots and trying to get him to also do a handstand while drinking wine. Harry politely declined, and retreated to drinking a beer with Mary and Brian, talking about politics that Harry isn't that into. All in all, Harry feels a bit lonely.

He dances for a while with Linda, but then she starts flirting with another guy and he just cannot handle being a wingman for today, so he just stands on the side in the end, watching whatever is on the stage. In the end, he decides to go back to the tent at 3 or so, and manages to drag Tom and Lizzie with him as Brian, Mary and Linda still want to stay awake.

He falls asleep to the noise of Tom snoring and the feeling of Lizzie spooning him. It's been a good night, but they need to wake up early, because according to Brian, Hendrix is supposed to play at 8 am, and Tom, who is still quite wasted when they go to sleep, has a plan to actually get up and see them.

Although, when he wakes up, it's certainly not 8 am. It's still dark outside, and he looks over to Lizzie's wrist watch: 5.03. He turns and is about to go back to sleep, but then he sits up hastily. Someone's opening the zipper to the tent. He sits still, because maybe this someone will understand that it's the wrong place if they just see him. As the flap to the tent opens, though, it's not a stranger looking at him. A mop of long, reddish brown hair comes into view before a freckled face with a wide smile grins at him.

"Aw, sorry to wake you, goldilocks", she whispers, and grins even wider. "I came all this way to see you all, and you're all asleep like babies? That's rude." Harry smiles at her, scooching out of his sleeping bag and stumbling out of the dark tent.

"You're missing all the fun! I mean, I know your bedtime is earlier than mine, but come ooooon!" Nancy then exclaims, and Harry rubs his eyes.

"It's like, 5 am..." He mumbles, yawning widely as he looks at her.

Even with tangly hair and dark circles under her eyes, she's stunning and she looks so alive, like it's not been a whole night of partying for her.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" He then says, sitting down on a log outside of the tent, and she plops down next to him. Very, very close.

"I already said I wanted to see you." She states. A pause. "And I might also be bored with my friends that just want to sleep."

"I just want to sleep", Harry yawns, because he really wants to hang out with Nancy, but couldn't it wait until morning?

Nancy just laughs, flicking her hair off her shoulders.

"Alright, we can make a deal. You give me a chance to show you why you should be awake, and if it's not good, you'll go back to sleep?" She looks at him expectantly.

Harry nods and she looks at him, more serious now. Harry raises one eyebrow, and she takes a swig of her beer before putting it down on the ground.

"Okay. I'm really happy that you're awake. But close your eyes?" She then says, and he complies, smiling a little at her shenanigans. He stays put for a while, but she doesn't give anymore instructions, so he starts to laugh a little, thinking that she's pulling a joke. Then she feels her moving next to him a little, and then all of a sudden, he feels a breath on his face, and she's kissing him.

Cold, beer tasting lips are touching his and he blinks his eyes open, pulling away a little. He doesn't know what to think, but she opens her eyes too, a small smile on her lips. She's just about to speak, he can feel it, but she doesn't have time, because he shuts her up, now pressing his lips to her mouth. She hums a little, just like she did when she was on his back, but then she presses closer to him, tangling her hands into his long hair. She breathes a little against him, and he reaches out to her waist. Her lips are so soft, and her fingers fumble with his neck hair as they discover more of each other.

He doesn't know how long they sit there, but he wants more, and he hoists her up on his lap, but she giggles low in her throat and detaches from him. He holds her by the waist still, and looks at her.

She kisses him softly once more and takes his hand, kissing it a little.

"To be continued?" She then says, barely a whisper against his lips, and he nods. Before he can react, she's gone again, and he's left with a thousand thoughts and the taste of cheap American beer.  

/// Ahhhhhhh I'm hyped! Also, the person who can guess where this last quote is from gets a point :))))