Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 4

Louis didn't drink any tea at all. He was still afraid of being poisoned, even if he knew that Harry was drinking from the same pot. They had both been silent for at least forty minutes, and Louis was still throwing glances at the open door. If he started running for all his might he could at least make it out to the lake before Harry reached him, but that would be it. He wouldn't be able to reach the forest or anything; he would just be pulled back. He was afraid, even if he didn't want to admit it to himself.

Maybe that was why he hadn't moved a single muscle since he sat down in the kitchen. He had his fingers wrapped around the teacup, trying to warm them up. It was getting colder by the minute, and the room was getting more and more orange as the sun continued to set. He didn't really like it, that he sat in Harry's clothes in his house, pretending to not wanting to kill him. He had also confirmed that he was, indeed, completely naked under Harry's shirt, and that definitely didn't make this whole situation better.

Louis glanced up at Harry who was on the opposite of him sipping his tea, his green eyes locked on a book he was reading. Louis couldn't see which one it was, and he didn't want to ask. No casual conversation would ever be held between the two of them.

He looked away when Harry looked up for a second, glaring at the stairs. Maybe he could sneak out the window in the middle of the night, while Harry was asleep? He wouldn't be able to grab him then.

"You're not going to drink your tea?" Harry asked, Louis slowly shaking his head. He bit down in the inside of his cheek, Harry sighing. "Fine. I figured you wouldn't anyway."

Louis snorted. "How come?" he muttered, realizing that he had already thrown the 'no casual situations' aside. "You don't know how I think or act. You don't know me."

"Because it's not often that someone like you drink tea that people like me offer."

"You got that right," Louis mumbled. He looked up when Harry rose, reaching over to take Louis' cup together with his own, leaving the book in the table. Louis wanted to look at it, but had to stop. He wouldn't be curious in front of Harry. Never. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest instead, sinking down in the dark wooden chair. He glared at the back of the curly's head, trying to not imagine how it would be like to shoot him or something along those lines. Stab him, maybe. Louis wouldn't mind that either.

The blue eyed boy swallowed when he heard a small rumbling from his stomach. Harry had said that he had been asleep for two days. That also meant that he hadn't gotten any food since the sandwich on Foreign. He was hungry. Really hungry. He kept his eyes on Harry, but he didn't seem to hear anything. At first he was relieved, but then disappointed. Relieved that he wouldn't be offered poisonous food, yet disappointed that he would have to go without it. He could probably make something himself. He wasn't too sure that he had any good resources though.

"I'm going out for a while," Harry said after a moment, Louis almost flinching in surprise. It had been so quiet, so he had a reason. "I'll be back in a few hours."

Louis' eyebrows furrowed, because he couldn't believe his ears. "Aren't you afraid of me leaving?" he asked.

Harry shook his head. "It's getting colder, and you have nothing but that shirt."

"I could manage," Louis said.

"I doubt it. Besides, there's nothing out there. Only miles of fields."

Louis took a deep breath, his thighs trembling. "I don't believe you," he whispered. "If that was the case, then you wouldn't have stopped me."

"You're smarter than I thought," Harry smiled, walking up to the front door and took down a jacket from the wall, Louis looking away when he pulled it over his shoulders. "But it's not because of that. I didn't want you to die out there."