Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 5

Louis had been right about the rain, resting his chin on his forearm as he sat in the same armchair as the day before, watching lightings and listening to the thunder outside. It was pretty cozy, the room being colored in a red and grey color with the sky being dark blue, yet slightly orange from the sun peeking out. He had decided to enjoy it while he could. It never looked like this in England.

He had been thinking a lot of Britain since he came here. How he had taken things for granted – like a shower, and a TV, and how quickly he had lost them.
Eleanor too, and Niall. He wasn't even sure that they knew that he was gone yet. The trip to Los Angeles was supposed to last for a few months, and now he didn't know when he would get back. Even if he even would come back.

The boy breathed out a little, making the window fog slightly, watching as it disappeared again. He was bored and still a little cold, even though Harry had given him a blanket that Louis at first had refused to take. But the curly had left it on the bed and left, and Louis had stared at it before he had walked over and wrapped it around himself.

He had wondered if autumn came quicker here, because leaves were already starting to change color, even if just a little. Yet, the days were warm and the night's cold and Louis had no idea what was going on. This could count as summer, for all he knew.
He kept his eyes out the window when he heard the door open, footsteps walking up to his side. Louis prepared himself for feeling a hand on his shoulder or back, but all he could hear was the drawer next to him open and close. Some quiet grunting too, Louis figuring that Harry pulled on a thicker shirt. He was quiet afterwards, and the blue eyed one glanced at his bare feet, then to his own. Harry's was pale and a little blue. He must think it was cold too.

"Are you hungry?" Harry asked. Louis slowly shook his head, not wanting to talk. "You sure?"

"I'm sure," Louis mumbled.

Harry hummed a little, staying where he stood. The shorter one thought that he would leave, looking up at him for a second. Harry wasn't looking at him for once, just out the window, but glanced down when Louis started moving around. He would have done the same thing, actually, so he didn't snarl at him. He eyed him up and down instead, over the skinny jeans that Harry still wore together with a navy jumper. Louis swallowed, eyes traveling over the metal chains that hung around his neck. He hadn't noticed them properly before. Or maybe Harry didn't wear them at all. He was never a very observant person.
He sighed again, hugging the thick fabric of the blanket between his fingers. He shivered a little, looking away when the lights flashed outside the window again.

"We're in Alaska," Harry suddenly said.

Louis looked at him again. "Alaska?" he asked. "Why Alaska?"

"Why not?" Harry smiled. "It's the best State of them all, according to me."

Louis continued to look up at him, feeling how his teeth bit on the inside of his cheek. "Why did you decide to tell me?" he whispered. "Now I can just tell me police and they'll find me."

"Maybe," the curly shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest, fingers drumming on his biceps. "I just think that you deserve to know."

Louis looked away. "You're hopeless," he muttered.

"So you've told me."

Louis blinked again, shifting in the armchair. His heels were cold against the upper part on his thighs, his legs bent to his chest. He sighed to himself.

"I'm cold," he said. "You should have picked Hawaii or Australia."

"I don't like the heat, so no," Harry laughed. Louis ran his fingers through his hair, grimacing at how dirty it felt.