30 days

Day 6, part 1

Okay, this was torture. Harry woke up on the sixth morning wrapped in Louis' arms like he had woken up every morning since they came to the cabin. This time he decided to stay put to see how Louis would react instead of slipping out of his embrace before he woke up. He closed his eyes and tried to relax.

A half-hour later Louis began to stir. Harry could feel Louis hugging him closer for a second before the arm around his waist suddenly disappeared.
"Shit! Sorry!" Louis' morning voice sounded.

"It's fine." Harry mumbled but refused to turn around to face Louis.

Louis got up from bed without another word and quickly walked out of the bedroom. Harry turned to his back and rubbed his eyes with a sigh.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and got up. He walked to the kitchen in his boxers to start with the breakfast preparations. He could hear that the shower was turned on and he didn't see the point of getting dressed before he could hop in the shower after Louis was done. He picked out an egg carton from the fridge and found some bacon.

Louis came into the kitchen and Harry once again caught him checking him out. Why did he keep on doing that?
"Uhm, hi?" Harry mumbled. Louis gave a soft "hi" in return and walked over to the fridge to get the orange juice.

They sat down to eat and the awkward silence made a presence again. Harry was glad that they were civil with each other and didn't argue as much as they usually did but the silence made his skin crawl.

As soon as they had finished eating Harry shot up from his chair and started to go through the cabinets in the kitchen. Louis watches him with a raised eyebrow. Harry opened the last cabinet and shouted a loud "aha!" and pulled out a bottle of vodka. An envelope was attached to the bottle.
"Let's get drunk!"

"It's 10 o'clock in the morning." Louis answered sarcastically.

"So?" Harry challenged and Louis rolled his eyes and answered "fine."

Harry picked up two glasses and another bottle of orange juice and headed for the couch. Louis followed him. They sat down and Harry poured them drinks. He was heavy on the vodka and Louis raised an eyebrow but didn't complain.
"What's in the envelope?" Louis asked and Harry shrugged his shoulders in response.

Louis reached out to get the envelope and gave Harry a questionable look before he opened it at Harry nodded.

"It's a letter from Niall and a bunch of cards." Louis explained when he looked inside the envelope. Harry made a hand gesture to encourage him to proceed.

Louis started to read.
"Dearly beloved" He gave Harry an amused glance before he continued.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures and if you found this bottle of the finest vodka you two surely need the help from the greatest Irishman alive. Perhaps some alcohol will help you open up so get drunk and talk. But not Wellington drunk."

Louis looked at Harry again with a confused frown.
"What does he mean about that?"

Harry eyed him suspiciously.
"He's talking about that time you and I were wasted in Wellington."

"And? I don't remember that night." Louis answered and Harry looked shocked.

"You don't?"

"No, why? Did something happen?" Louis looked confused again.

"Nothing important apparently." Harry mumbled and avoided eye contact.

"What does that even mean?" Harry met Louis' eyes and they stared at each other for a while before Harry looked down again.