Love is Blind (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 15: Night Hike Part Two

A/N I may or may not have cried while writing this chapter......................

'Louis, are you listening to me? I'm having some trouble walking along these branches, could I have your arm?' Harry asked to the darkness of the path. He received no answer and thats when he realised that he had veered off from the group onto the wrong path. He stopped walking and put his hands into his hair. 'Oh god.' Harry muttered in realisation only to himself. 'Louis?!' Harry shouted into the night air, which had began to become colder. No response came to him, only the rustling of trees moving in the light wind filled the air. Harry sat down for a moment to think. Should he continue to walk and see if he could a. either find the other group or b. Find his way back to camp, or should he sit there and wait for them to find him. Harry sat with these choices in mind for a few minutes until he came to a conclusion.

'What if they don't notice i'm gone?' He whispered to himself. With that, Harry stood up and sighed; sticking his hands out to guide him on his journey to find the other campers. With his hands stuck out in front of him, he began to walk ever so slowly. With each step he would lightly tap the ground a couple times to make sure it was safe to put all his  weight down.  'Louis?!' Harry continued to call out hoping he would be heard. He listened carefully after each call only to be answered by silence. But this time was different. This time he could faintly hear the rushing sounds of water. He continued to walk; not sure where the water was coming from, but it continued to get louder each second. Soon, he stepped into something freezing cold which he knew was water. It rushed in at his ankles; making his body shiver from the coldness. 'Louis!' Harry shouted hoping to get an answer. Nothing. Harry ever so carefully took another step forward into the water only to step onto what was a very sudden drop off of earth under the murky water. The sudden drop made him lose his footing, and he went splashing into the water. It took him a few seconds to comprehend what had happened, and once he did he quickly rose to the surface of the rushing water. He took a deep gasping breath hands feeling around for anything to grasp onto as the water started to pull him down the river. Only now did Harry begin to panic. The rushing water pulled him back underneath the rapids. He kicked his feet to bring his head back above the surface; taking another deep gulp of air only to be pulled back under. Harry fought as hard as he could against the rapids to grab at anything stable. He surfaced above the water once again; gasping for air to fill his sore lungs. 'Help!' Harry began to shout but water rushed into his mouth making him choke. The rushing rapids pulled him further and further down the river. Harry's hands were still searching rapidly for something, anything to grab onto and stabilize him. Harry was surprised when his hands hit something very hard. It came as such a shock to him that he almost forgot to grab on, though at the last second, just as it was slipping from his grip he held on. He pulled felt around the object and it seemed to be a thick branch sticking out from a fallen tree on the edge of the river. He gripped on to it with all his strength and held on; trying to catch his breath after fighting the strong current. His body was shaking from the cold, but he was still able to hold on. Only Harry's arms and from his neck up was above the water so he was still freezing. His curls were stuck to his forehead; wet, and the tips were beginning to harden with frost. 'Louis?' Harry called out although he knew it was no use. 'Jeremy? Anybody?' His voice was hoarse from the cold and so it sounded like he was whispering. His lips quivered with a quiet cry to himself. 

'Don't cry. Don't cry.' Harry's voice cracking on the last "cry." He felt something wet slide down his cheek, but wasn't sure if it was a tear or water. Probably a tear because the rest of the water on his face was starting to freeze to little ice pellets or bits of frost. As Harry moved his arm to get a better grip, his sleeve crinkled with ice, making it hard and a bit painful to move. This is when Harry began to quietly, but surely cry. It wasn't the loud self-pitying cry, it was a scared worried cry.