34 - Camping

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by dearharold

by dearharold

CAMPING

I sit on a little chair we have brought along. Harry and I decided to go camping since he has a few days off and wanted to spend them where it is unlikely that other people can find us. He wanted it to be just the two of us and here were are in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but trees.

Harry currently tries to put up the tent but fails. I, on the other hand, sit on the side and watch him with a huge grin on my face. A deep crease has formed between his eyebrows as he takes a look at the instructions and then tries to follow them.

"It doesn't want to work!" Harry exclaims frustrated and I laugh.

"But the instructions are right next to you."

"They're in Swedish. Do I look like I can speak Swedish?" Harry asks me and raises his eyebrows. He drops the tent, sits down cross-legged, and pouts. Both his arms are crossed in front of his chest while he stares at the tent, in hope it will be put up by itself.

Laughing, I walk over to him and sit down next to him and put my arms around his back. I press a soft kiss onto the skin of his bare upper arm.

"Shouldn't you know how to put up a tent?" I tease him and my fingers trace over his collarbones as I watch him from the side. Harry turns his head to me and looks at me as if I had told the dumbest joke he has ever heard.

"I'm in a band. I'm not a boy scout." Harry still pouts and leans his head against mine, "Would you mind sleeping in the open?"

"I would mind it, yes." I tell him honestly and Harry sighs.

"Well, would you help me then to put it up?"

"I don't know how it works and besides, may I remind you, you wanted to do that on your own." I tell him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Why me?" Harry whines.

"Because you're the man here."

"I have plenty other ideas to show you how much of a man I am and putting up a tent is none of them." Harry huffs.

"Aww, baby, stop pouting." I tell him but cannot hold back my grin. My fingers touch his bottom lip and eventually, he breaks into a smile and turns his head to me. Harry quickly leans forward to press his lips against mine and for a few second there is nothing important in this world.

"You know what? I'll help you to put it up." I whisper against his lips.

"How nice of you."

"I know, thanks, that's why you love me." I giggle and stand up, stretching my hand out for Harry to grab it.

"That's right, love." Harry says chuckling and stands up as well, pulling me close for one last kiss before we try together to put up the tent.

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