Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 9

Louis only poked his dinner the next evening, Harry as concentrated on his book on the opposite of him as ever. He only looked up when Louis scooted the plate of his away, the food barely touched. Harry's eyebrows furrowed underneath his fringe of curls.

"Aren't you hungry?" Harry asked. "You didn't touch your breakfast either."

Louis shook his head, looking down at his lap. His thumbs were carefully playing with each other, Louis' thin lip caught between his teeth. Harry had a concerned look on his face that the blue eyed one didn't even notice, the book being closed after Harry had folded the corner. He took the plate and moved it closer again.

"Please eat," he said, crossing his arms on the table. "I made it for you, after all."

"Why do you have a photo album with pictures of me and my friends in your storage?" Louis asked, seeing no point in hiding it. Harry blinked and sat up a little straighter, a genuine surprised sound coming from his parted lips.

"A photo album?" he asked, being quiet for a while before he spoke again. "Oh, the blue one? It's not just you in it."

"You never told me you went to my school," Louis spat, now looking at him. "When were you planning on telling me?"

Harry looked back at him, sighing a little. He tore his eyes away from Louis, pale fingers running through his hair. "Never," Harry honestly said. "Never... planned to."

"Why?" Louis glared. "Have you been following me for my whole life in London?"

"No," Harry said and shook his head.

"Then for how long?"

Harry was quiet again, like he was thinking. "Never," he said again, but more quietly. Louis thought that he looked embarrassed, but maybe not. He had looked like that quite a lot when Louis was around. "I never... followed you anywhere."

"Then how did you know about my life?" Louis asked, standing up, palms resting on the table.

"Eavesdropping, mostly," he mumbled. Now it was his turn to play with his fingers, green eyes locked on them. Louis snarled.

"What's your deal, Harry?"

"Can we take this another time?"

"No."

"Please?"

"The least you can do is telling me."

"No, the least thing I can do is not telling you."

Louis groaned loudly, hands fisting on the table. He was getting angry; maybe he shouldn't have brought it up at all. It wasn't his business, or maybe it was. He wasn't thinking straight. He walked up to the couch and then back to the table, pointing a warning finger at him. "Listen here Kid, I deserve to now."

Harry looked up at him slowly shaking his head. He looked stern again, just like he had done when he almost slapped him, but he looked more nervous this time. Louis wasn't sure that he liked it.

"You will someday," he simply said instead of even answering Louis, taking the two plates and stood up himself, walking over to the kitchen counter. He stumbled a little and Louis furrowed his eyebrows just like Harry had done before. Had he hurt himself or something?

Louis shook his head, throwing the thought away. "'Someday' isn't a date," he said, stomping over to him and slapped his back. Harry breathed out and turned to Louis, looking down on him. Louis almost wanted to stand on his tiptoes so they would be the same height, but he didn't. "I'll be gone soon."

"No, you won't," Harry said and smiled a little. "Right?" Louis hissed at him.

"I will, and I want to know right now."