“I’m still so cold.” I mumble with the blanket still wrapped tightly around me.
“Well duh. That’s what happens when you walk into a lake in November. Especially in a thunder storm.” Harry laughs handing me a cup of hot chocolate.
“I didn’t walk into the lake! I fell into the lake…it was dark! I tripped. Not to mention it’s really slick out from all the rain.” I say leaning against him again.
“I remember. I was the one who fished you out.” Harry chuckles, shaking water droplets out of his hair.
“Oh! Darling, are you cold too?” I ask pulling my blanket around him too.
“I feel like a child.” He laughs holding me closer.
“I feel like an adult. A lot like an adult.” I say wrapping my arms tighter around him. Harry looks down at me and we hear a loud knock. I grasp Harry and the cliché of the horror hits me.
“Harry. Don’t open the door.” I rasp out clutching him tightly.
“Why not?” He asks holding me closely as I shake.
“I’m scared Harry. There aren’t any other houses around here!” I whimper. Harry picks me up and I clutch him as he walks towards the door and we hear another knock.
“Coming!” Harry calls leading me closer to the door. I pull away and then think twice and grab him back. Harry chuckles and we walk over and Harry opens the door. Another cliché occurs when the thunder booms and lightening crackles around the giant man in the door; the giant man holding a shotgun.
“AHH!” I shriek as Harry pushes me back behind him.
“Are you alright?” The man asks walking in and pushing Harry and me backwards.
“We’re fine. Why wouldn’t we be?” Harry asks still shielding me from the very large and armed man. He narrows his eyes and cocks his gun dangerously.
“I was talking to the lady.” He says darkly.
“I’m fine.” I croak holding Harry close.
“Are you sure? I heard a scream and a loud splash. I was worried that someone was hurt.” He explains, scratching his bushy beard.
“Oh, no Harry and I had gotten lost in the woods and it was so dark when we came out. I slipped in the lake and Harry ended up fishing me out.” I tell him with a light laugh.
“I’m glad to hear you’re both alright. We don’t usually get many visitors in these old cabins and I was worried about the scream I had heard.” He says very kindly.
“I realize how rude it was for me to just barge in here. My name is Larson.” He says sticking a large hand out. The large hand not holding the shotgun.
“My name is Katie. This is Harry.” I say nudging Harry so he can shake Larson’s hand. Harry glances at me nervously and then reaches out to shake hands with Larson.
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He murmurs slightly.
“Well I didn’t mean to bother you. I had best be going to get back to my wife.” Larson says waving goodbye and walking towards the door. We wave politely and lock the door behind him.
“I was soo scared Harry!” I giggle snuggling back onto the couch with Harry.
“I could tell. You were shaking. I thought you would cry after a moment.” He laughs back rubbing my hair.
“Well, it was kind of horrifying.” I admit closing my eyes tightly. I lean my head on Harry’s chest and listen to the rhythm of his heart. Harry starts humming quietly and I fall asleep to the vibrations from his voice.
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Our Summer of Direction
FanfictionKatie and Emilea have been loyal Directioners since the band had come out. Now the contest of a lifetime to get tickets and backstage passes come up and they're all to eager to sign up. But what happens when Harry gets a little more than he bargains...
