~*~ Louis ~*~
Breakfast calls to them with delicious scents filling the air, and soon enough the three find themselves downstairs, plates heaping with food.
“Want to go up to the craft tent after breakfast?” Gemma proposes.
Harry beams with the suggestion. “Awww, Gem. You know the way to my heart.”
“Kill me now,” Louis jokingly grouses as he snags a strip of bacon from Harry’s plate.
Louis stands in the doorway of the craft tent and surveys the room. There are little kids everywhere, filling nearly every station when they enter. Harry goes immediately to the paints. Louis watches him take a big brush, dip it in a pale blue color, and swipe it across a large canvas with a long sweeping stroke.
While trying to decide where to start, a tiny hand tugs on his. “Will you do drip art with me? I’m not allowed to do it without an adult. You are an adult, aren’t you?” He looks down to see a little girl, maybe five or six, with curly brown hair that bears a striking resemblance to Harry’s, staring up at him hopefully. Louis can’t help the smile that escapes.
“Sure, love. I think I qualify as an adult. Lead the way.”

Louis sits beside the little girl at the designated drip art table and helps her heat the unwrapped crayons over the candle to drip the melted wax onto the paper into the shape of a rainbow. His own page is covered in blobs that on first glance appear whimsical and accidental, with no rhyme or reason.
“What’s your name?” the little girl asks as she picks up a new crayon.
“Tommo. What’s yours?”
She looks at him and cocks her head to the side. “I’m Sophie. Tommo is a weird name.”
“I know, right?” Louis wrinkles his nose and makes a funny face. “Can you keep a secret?” Sophie nods enthusiastically, and he leans in close, stage whispering, “It’s a nickname.”
She nods her acceptance of the simple explanation and holds out her pinky for Louis to hook his through. “I won’t tell anyone. Pinky promise.”
“Thanks, Sophie. It will be our secret.” Louis smiles and winks at the little girl, releasing her finger. “That’s a beautiful rainbow you’re making.”
“Thank you.” The little girl’s tongue sneaks out as she concentrates on putting the drops of wax on the page. “Tommo?”
“Yes, love?”
Sophie reaches up and touches one of the piercings in his eyebrow, moving to the one in his nose and the ones at the corner of his mouth. “I like these. They’re pretty. Do they hurt?”
“Not at all,” Louis assures her as she explores the piercings.
“Good.” Sophie nods, pulling her hands away and resuming her work on her picture.
Louis stifles a smile at the little girl. “Wanna see a hidden one?
Sophie stops working on her rainbow and grins excitedly. “You have a hidden one?”
