Camp Luna [h.s.]

three: toilet trek

Ignoring the pole full of wood signs pointing to where specific things are, Harry brings out a coin from his pocket and says, "Heads for left; tails for right," referring to both of the paths leading off of there.

She nods. He quickly flips the coin onto his arm, keeping the result covered with his palm. "Guess what it landed on," Harry says, still not peeking.

"Tails."

Harry takes his palm off the coin. "Heads. You lose."

Breaking News! Harry thinks, Harry Styles is ecstatic after winning his second match to Summer Dunn. His smile, again, not breaking. The score: two to zero.

"Shut up." Summer bumps him with her shoulder as they start up the wide, windy, dirt path, still not knowing what is that way. The path is covered in every direction with trees, all they could see ahead is dirt and trees and all they could see above is trees with specks of light coming through.

After a minute or two passes of walking uphill and no sign of anything other than dirt or trees, Harry's phone rings from his back pocket. His face lights up when he sees the name of the caller displayed across the top of the screen.

"Oh, is it your girlfriend?" Summer teases.

Harry holds his phone screen to Summer, showing her it was not in fact his 'girlfriend', but his mother.

"Hi, Mum," Harry answers happily. Summer quietly giggles to herself at his accent. She desperately tries to place her feet down quieter in order to listen in on what his mother was saying on the other side but could only make out mumbles of a woman's voice.

"Harry! Hi. I just remembered you started that camp thing today," Harry's mom shouts over the phone and straight into Harry's ear, making him turn down the volume. The connection being not very strong, causing her side to cut out every few seconds.

"Oh, she told you about that?" Harry replies disapprovingly.

"Yes. Well, I asked your grandmother about you and she told me she signed you up for a camp thing," she says, not seeing anything wrong with what she did. "Anyway, what time is it there?"

"Mum. It's only California. We've got the same time as you," Harry reminds like he had said it numerous times to her before.

"Oh right." She laughs. "Were you there on time? I know how your grandmother is, did she help you get there?"

"Yeah. I got here very on time. An hour early, at 9:30. We're supposed to be here at 10:30. It's okay though." It doesn't take long for Summer to catch on to what they're discussing from only listening to Harry's side of the conversation. She laughs.

Harry's eyes are fixed ahead of them, holding his phone to his ear, while Summer keeps her eyes up on him, taking in his features up close. She watches his sharp jaw move as he talks, his long eyelashes and how they move when he blinks and his hair, messy and blown in the wind and how he quickly puts it back in place by running his hand through it.

"Did she give you directions or anything?" his mother asks with concern.

"No. I do have Google Maps though so that helped me some." Summer laughs to herself.

"No one else is there? What are you doing now?" She is exactly the same as he left her, the same concerned, crazy lady.

"The camp advisors were already here and this girl named like Winter or something," Harry jokes. He smiles down at Summer who was already staring up at him, grinning like a mad man.