The War Within Us

Intro

"I tell you, Craig, if you tell that joke one more time I'm gonna have to stomp on your head with Cobalt's hoofs!" Louis says, fire radiating from his eyes. He is scratching and tapping his Stallion's neck.

"Alright, alright, sorry." Craig says breathy, half a laugh escaping his lips. "Are you two ready for this Saturday's shows?" He is collecting his grooming kit and saddle.

"Me and Cobalt were born ready, unlike others..." He shoots a glare at Harry who is now fully staring back, trying to kill him just with his eyes. Craig laughs, his boisterous laugh getting under Harry's skin.

They stare at each other for a few seconds before Harry finally gives up, even though he could pluck each and every hair in Louis' body one by one and see him suffer, if he looked for too long at those bright, arctic blue eyes it would make him fall to his knees, and he would rather be dead than to let Louis Tomlinson know he feels anywhere near to that.

Harry brings his gaze to meet the most gentle, kind and calm eyes in the world, Arctic, his mare, she is a Palomino, cream coated with a few white patches on her stomach and on the side of her neck, her main and tail also white and her eyes, her eyes... They are clear blue like ice. Inside of them you can see her gentle nature. Harry got Arctic a few years back after his previous stallion, Pinenut, had been sent for retirement. At the beginning it was difficult for both of them to adjust to each other, Arctic was only a young 7 year old foal, and Harry was just getting over the heartbreak of having to let Pinenut go, however, once Arctic and Harry found their rhythm it was a magical connection, something that could only be explained in whispears and pats, in each jump they took together, and in every early morning ride, when the world was quiet, and the fog low to the ground.

It has been 5 years since then, Arctic was now 12 and Harry was 18, their bond stronger than ever, it went beyond show arenas and training rings, Arctic was Harry's best friend, and he liked to think that he was her best friend too.

Harry's life was good for the most part, his family came from old money as his great grandad started an ice cream empire bring ice cream to the UK for the first time and had passed down to Harry's grandparent and consecutively to his parents, however, that meant the they weren't really home, and after a few reveloins when he was 13 his parents decided that the best option was for him to join the boarding school, although, he thought it would be complete agony, he found himself enjoying his new life, new friends, and new something-more-than-friends, he had a few of those, and also, how could he forget about his brand new, enemy.

He couldn't really complain, he got to spend the last year of his academic years before University with the best people he could think of and doing something he absolutely loved, being with horses and show jumping, it was so freeing.

It was on the 3rd day of school that he met him. Harry had gone through his introduction day and the teachers had introduced him to Niall Horan, which by the name he knew who his family was, Niall came from the Horans of Ireland, one of the riches families in the whole of the UK, Harry wasn't sure what they did, but the whole family was into something, some of them were always on reality TV and some always in the news, Niall though, was nothing like Harry expected him to be, he was, even though always dress in designer suits from head to toe, the best more chilled and kind person he had ever met, his hair now was light brown always styled up and to the side, however, when they met at 13 it used to be a yellow mess resting free on top of his head, through the years Niall's appearance had change a lot, his eyes though, were always warm blue and friendly, and his smile and laugh contagious, Niall was in charge of his introduction so he took him to all his classes and all around the school grounds, he introduce him to some of his friends, the first was Zayn Malik.

"Zayn Malik, my mother is the prime minister." He had said as if to get it out of the way with, he didn't seem impressed or cocky about it, if anything Harry would have said he sounded bored. "Harry Styles, my family owns Styles Ice." They shook hands, and as if they were electrocuted their eyes sparkled, it was odd and Harry couldn't place the reason, he would find out not long after that him and Zayn would be having all sorts of fun together.