Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 3

Louis felt his teeth clench when he pulled his knees up to his chest, covering his naked body with the new white cover he had been given by Harry. He couldn't help but glance at the curly, watching him bend over the bed to tear the sheets away. Louis was embarrassed. Embarrassed that he had someone clean away his dirty sheets because he couldn't do it himself. Especially someone like Harry.

Louis still didn't understand how someone like him could do this. He had been so nice and now Louis sat there naked and wrapped up with Harry stripping the bed from his piss and vomit drenched sheets. Louis was so ashamed it was ridiculous. Harry deserved it, having someone ruin his bed. But Louis had expected him to get angry and maybe beat him, but instead he had just helped him out of his clothes with Louis protesting and attempts of hitting him – which had failed miserably, the curly lifting him up and gave him another white blanket. He had been set down in the armchair he was currently sitting in in the corner of this room. Harry had somehow even convinced him to drink a little, but that was it. Louis had been afraid of the water being poisoned or something, but now, about five minutes later, he felt better. Still horrible, but definitely better. The head and backache was still there, and his legs were as frozen as ever, so that was the only reason to why he didn't just stand up and walk out. Harry seemed busy enough to even notice. He knew that Harry did faces of disgust, but he didn't complain. Louis wasn't too sure of what he should make out of that.

He looked up when he heard the sheets fall to the ground, Harry sighing a little as he went over to the just as white drawer, opening it without looking at Louis. Louis glanced into the drawer and noticed that it was filled with thick sweaters, Harry closing it again and opened the second drawer instead, pulling out clean sheets. They were also white, just like every single thing in this room. Aside from the light wooden floor and a few decorations, such as a few braided baskets and candles, that is.
Louis watched as Harry returned to the bed and quickly redid it, setting the pillows out against the carved headboard. He stretched when he finished and Louis looked away, glaring out the window instead. The sky was just as blue and he saw that they were in a forest or something along those lines, trees surrounding the lake that was just outside. Mountains were spotted in the distance along with fields of green grass, and Louis' mouth dropped. No way that a kidnapper lived here. There's absolutely no way.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Harry said, walking up to Louis' side. He immediately tried to move as far away from him as possible, even though it was just an inch or two. The armchair wasn't very big.

"Don't stand near me," Louis muttered, and Harry surprisingly took a step away. Still, he continued to look out the window, Louis doing the same. He made sure that his whole body was covered with the blanket. Harry wasn't allowed to even see his feet. He'd rather die.

"I don't have a shower so if you'd like to wash up you can do it in the lake."

Louis grimaced. "That's disgusting."

"Not really. The water here's cleaner than the water in London since it's more of a river," Harry explained. Louis remained silent for a minute, resting his lips to the white cover.

"Why am I here?" he whispered. "You have no real reason to keep me. I will do nothing but eat your food and waste your resources." He looked away when Harry softly laughed, Louis quietly nuzzling into the warm blanket. He blinked.

"I have enough for the both of us," he said, kind of tugging out his shirt into a more comfortable position. Louis kept his eyes out the window.

"For how long?" he whispered.

"A long time."

Louis slowly shook his head, not even noticing that he did. "For how long are you keeping me?"