Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015

Chapter 29: You And I (ACAPELLA)

When I roll over to cuddle up next to Harry, he's not there. Squinting my eyes open, I sit up my head and look at his empty sleeping bag. I look at the door, and its zipped up. When did he get up? It must be around six or seven in the morning.

Letting out a puff of a breath, I let my head drop back onto my pillow and I snuggle into my sleeping bag instead of Harry, tightening the duvet that's over both of our sleeping bags around myself. The whole thing, since there's no one here to share it with.

After a few minutes of gathering myself up, I climb out of my sleeping bag in nothing but my white socks, grey sweats and maroon jumper that says 'hype' in cursive letters. With messy bed head, I crawl out of the tent with the white duvet blanket wrapped around my body. I yawn as I take lazy steps to my chair that's still by the campfire. Harry and Louis are up, Harry crossing his arms and glaring at Louis with very few blinks and Louis glaring back, arms crossing over his stomach in his onesie. Harry is still in his black shirt, black sweats and he has his shoes on. That reminds me, before I ruin my socks I go back to the tent to put on my white Vans before returning back outside.

The smell of a morning campfire fills my nostrils again, my most favourite smell in the world. "Someone left the door open." I mumble. "Someone left your face beautiful." Harry mumbles back without breaking contact with Louis. "Why were you-" I stop walking--and talking--when I see my red journal in Harry's lap. Did he find it? Or....No he wouldn't do that. He must have found it. "Um, h-hey, Harry...Did you find that?" I ask Harry, getting his attention. "Morning, by the way." I look at Louis. "Morning, Louis." I look back to Harry when Louis just transfers his glare to me. "Yeah. I found it." Harry picks it up and holds it out to me, still glaring at Louis. "So you got any crushes, Niall?" Louis breaks away from Harry and grins at me, but not a kind one. Before I can say the obvious, Louis says, "Besides Harry, I mean." "Uhm, no, not really." I furrow my eyebrows. "What about Rory? He's cute, huh?" I glance to the side, not knowing what he's doing or whats going on. I'm still in that morning whirlpool.

"What about Ethan?" I freeze at the name. "Who's Ethan?" Louis asks. "Who's the hot guy from the library you to-" "LOUIS!" Harry yells. Louis shuts up and shoots a glare at Harry. Ethan was two years ago, back in school when I was a Senior. He was my crush, but I wasn't out of the closet yet then so it was just a school crush. He was popular, star of the Football team and was friends with everyone. Except me. He didn't even know my name. it's not Neil.

I haven't written in my journal until the last day of school, but I started again when Harry first walked into Sliced, which I actually miss working at. Jay let me off with my foot but some days I would ignore her protest and go work anyways because she would have been alone everyday unless she got a replacement until I can come back again.

I clear my throat and take my book from Harry's hand that I forgot he was holding out to me, and hide it in the duvet. "I'm gonna go get something from the truck." I turn to the right and start walking into the woods the ten minute walk to the trucks. I actually don't have to get anything from the Hummer, obviously, I'm gonna dispose of the journal. Except for the pages about Harry, I'm keeping those.

I stop five minutes into the walk, realizing the keys are in our tent.

"What'd you need from the trucks? A call to Ethan?" I ignore Louis' mockery and crawl into the tent, grab the keys, and start walking back to the Hummer again. I get into the driver seat, letting the duvet fall off my body a bit so I can drive. I drive to the river I saw on our way, about a fifteen minute drive, and hop out the Hummer when I get there. I let the duvet sit in the passenger seat as I carry my journal out to the river. I don't know how Louis read it if Harry found it, but----Did Harry let Louis read it? No, they were glaring. Louis probably stole it from Harry and read it until Harry caught him.