almost // l.s

five

"harry," harry faintly heard someone saying his name. the voice was slightly high in pitch and melodic to the ears, it was a voice he'd grown to know and love. he could see louis standing in front of him, however, and his mouth was not moving. he was walking forwards and reaching out to harry, "harry," louis said again.

"yeah?" he replied.

"time to wake up," harry opened his eyes and he could see light in the distance. he furrowed his brow, confused as to why the brightness seemed so far away, before louis giggled and pushed harry's dark, curly fringe out of his eyes.

"thanks," he whispered, looking up at his friend with big, emerald eyes. it was only when louis' blue ones gazed back at him that harry realised where he was. his head was laying on the older boy's chest, his arms enclosed around harry's back. it was a warm, cozy situation and the two boys wanted to lay there forever.

the peace was broken when a loud scraping noise was heard from outside the tent. louis turned his head to look at the right hand wall, but harry's eyes stayed glued to his face. he could see a little bit of stubble growing on louis' chin, a keen sign that he really was eighteen, and the younger lad loved it. both brunettes jumped when an energetic niall pounced into their tent. zayn followed behind with a grin on his face.

"good morning boys!" he yelled, harry groaned and dug his forehead into louis' chest, "how are we on this... loved up morning?"

"shut up horan," louis said, his voice groggy with sleep which harry found extremely hot, "get out so we can wake up."

"are we naked in there, lads?" zayn cheekily mused which resulted in a hyena-like laugh from niall.

"no," and to prove his point, harry stood up, showing the others that he was indeed wearing track pants below his unclothed torso. the blond boy wolf whistled and was granted with a glare from harry, "sorry, sorry," he mumbled. harry knew he wasn't sorry at all.

-

zayn and harry hadn't had a good conversation for a while, so it was welcomed with open arms when the two of them found themselves alone. harry'd always found zayn's company as a great pleasure, he always knew what to say and each word was chosen with careful precision. either that or he was being hilariously strange with a witty accent and his catchphrase 'vas happenin.'

harry saw zayn sitting on a log by the unlit campfire and decided to take the chance and perch next to him.

"hey," harry said quietly.

"hi," zayn smiled and put an arm around the younger one's shoulders, bringing harry's head in close to lay on his shoulder, "how you doing?"

"not good," harry breathed, "need to talk... badly."

zayn nodded, "then talk." harry looked up at him, zayn's eyes full of an emotion he couldn't place, "who is it, h? you've been acting all strange lately."

"it's," he took a deep breath, "it's louis."

the black-haired boy's eyes softened, "oh. i see why it's awkward for you then." harry nodded, tears urging themselves not to fall, "yknow, if it makes you feel better-" zayn cut himself off.

"yeah?"

"no one knows but," he inhaled steadily, "i think i might be bisexual."

harry grinned, "really?" he asked, excitement clear on his features.

"i mean," zayn laughed dryly, "liam's pretty hot isn't 'e."

the younger boy gasped and clapped wildly, "yes! yes! yes! ask him out."