Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 7

Louis couldn't help but pout, the grass wet underneath his feet. It was raining again, but of course Harry saw this as the perfect moment to dig around in the garden. At least Louis was fully dressed this time, Harry's blue and red plaid jacket matching with the red beanie he had managed to snatch from a shelf that was way too high up for Louis. He hoped Harry didn't have lice.

"Pass me the shovel," Harry suddenly said and Louis groaned, taking the item it question in both hands and gave it to Harry, the curly smiling in response. He started digging for whatever reason, his thin shirt getting soaked in rain water. He still refused to wear the jacket, not wanting Louis to get cold. Louis' shoulders rose as he tried to stay warm, hands fisting in the jacket pockets and his nose dripping from rain. He shivered.

"What are you even doing?" he stuttered, teeth clattering together.

"Digging," Harry smiled and ran a hand through his hair, water drops flying everywhere as he did so. He then continued digging. "Obviously."

Louis muttered at him. "I'm serious."

Harry laughed softly. "I'm going to plant a tree," he said. "Right here." Louis pulled the sleeves over his hands in an attempt to warm them up even more, but that attempt failed just as quickly as it started. He whined.

"Right here?" he wondered, looking up to the sky and blinked when water fell into his eyes. He rubbed them with the back of his now red, cold fingers. He breathed onto them for a while. "Can't it wait?"

"This way I won't need to water it," Harry said and let go of the shovel, some dirt falling onto his bare feet. He didn't seem to notice. "Also, the sun shines here all year, so it's only good."

Louis snorted and looked around, glancing at the stable and the small shed. Then at the very small tree that stood next to him, its roots being held in a sack. He poked it gently with his toes.

"Can I go inside?" he asked. "It's cold."

Harry looked at him. "You can after you give me the tree," he said with a straight face, reaching out his hands. Louis sighed and it handed to him, waiting until it was in the hole in the ground before he turned around. He hurried, shaking the water out from his hair like a dog and went inside, stepping out of Harry's shoes, jacket and beanie. He didn't close the door, watching Harry for a while longer. The shirt of his stuck to his back again, just like it had done when he had washing Louis' sheets, the black drawings on his back shining through the fabric. Louis had to look away, his feet getting colder than they should when he started walking towards the couch, sitting down on the very edge of it.

It had been a week since they had gone hunting, the eagle now hanging above the fireplace staring down at Louis, and the fear of Harry snapping his neck was still in the chills that he got in the middle of the night. Sometimes he even dreamt about it, the blue eyed shakily running his fingertips along his veins and Adam's apple. He shivered.

He looked up at it, meeting its dead and sad eyes. He – or she, was taken away from his or hers family now too, right? Maybe it had a family. Children. Louis sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows to his knees, lips softly pressing against his fingertips. He watched the unlit fireplace.

Suddenly, he shuddered again and curled together, trying to warm his toes underneath the blanket that Harry was sleeping in. It was warm. Warm enough, at least. He looked up when he heard a small cough, Harry walking straight past him and up the stairs, Louis looking after him for the few minutes it took for him to get done and come down again, newly dressed in a shirt that reminded him of a pea coat, jeans handing over his feet. Louis tilted his head, Harry's cigarette package already half-way out of his pocket. Louis grimaced and looked away.