Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 11

On the forth of November Louis got sick and had to lay on the sofa for three days, Harry laughing more than he should at how Louis sounded when he spoke, the nasal sounds that came out of his mouth amusing him quite a lot. Louis only snarled at him and flipped him off, refusing to eat any food that Harry made him until he looked away, Louis quickly taking a few spoons of soup and then put the spoon back, pretending like he hadn't even touched it. Harry knew though, often coming home to an empty plate of fruit salad and soup, pretending like he thought that Louis slept when he took it and went into the kitchen.

It was on the second day that Louis groaned and Harry looked up from the fireplace that he was about to light up, looking at the sick man that was laying on his couch with a red and runny nose, white tissues scattered all over the floor. Harry was planning on throwing them, but he could as well burn them.

"I'm bored," Louis said and glared up to the ceiling, Harry softly laughing.

"Well, I can't do much for you," he said and went back to throwing wooden sticks into the fireplace, looking for his lighter in his pockets. Louis coughed instead of answering properly for a few moments, lazily turning to look at Harry instead.

"You should get a TV," Louis muttered, "How can you survive without shitty reality shows and Facebook?"

"I don't know," Harry laughed and crawled over when he had lit the fire, feeling Louis' forehead with the back of his fingers, but Louis took it and moved it, just looking up at the curly. "You're warm. Do you want some tea?"

"I have had at least forty cups of your goddamn tea in the last couple of days," Louis sniffled, fumbling after the tissue box that stood on the floor. He blew out into it and tried to throw it into the fireplace, pouting a little when he failed.

"Well, are you feeling any better?" Harry wondered.

"No. I feel sick. I'll never be able to drink tea again."

Harry smiled a little and sat back again, running a hand through his curls. Louis pulled the blanket further up his body and closed his eyes, enjoying the hot air from the fire on his face for a moment.

"What do you usually do for fun then?" he mumbled. "You have to do something that doesn't have anything with the farm to do."

Harry hummed as he thought, looking up at the ceiling. His elbow was lifted onto the couch and set down by Louis' thighs, Louis moving just a little further onto the cushions. Harry breathed out. "I read," he shrugged, rolling his head to look at Louis again. He smiled a little. "That's it. I take the horses out too. Otherwise, nothing."

"That's not a very exciting life," Louis mumbled. "You don't, you know... play football or anything?"

"With myself?" Harry laughed, shrugging again. "I used to play it a little while I was still in school, but that's it."

Louis sighed. "I'm still bored."

"I can't help you with that, unless you let me read for you," Harry smiled.

"I can read for myself, thank you very much," Louis spat, crossing his arms after he had pulled the blanket over his head. He closed his eyes, both of them being quiet for a long time. Harry even went to the bathroom once, but soon sat down by Louis again. He hated being sick. "...Fine," he muttered, and looked at Harry again. "Only if it's a good book though."

"I'll see what I can find," he said and stood up again, strolling over to the bookshelf and started looking through his whole damn collection while Louis just watched him, already getting tired. Harry returned a few minutes later with three books, giving them to Louis who sat up, the blue eyed one looking at the covers and read the backs, deciding on one that was titled 'Buttoned,' Louis just lying down again. Harry hummed when he sat down on the couch too, by Louis' stomach. Louis muttered but ignored it, nuzzling into the pillow. He heard how Harry opened the book and flipped through a few pages and cleared his throat, starting to read with such a soft tone that Louis almost didn't believe that it was him.