Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 12

"Why do you even have all of this?" Louis groaned when he lifted one of the boxes from the storage into Harry's arms, who placed them on the floor outside.

"I obviously should. They're Christmas decorations," Harry laughed, wiping his hands on his jeans as he took the last box from Louis and walked out, the blue eyed boy following with a mutter.

"Well, isn't three boxes a little much?" he asked, watching when the curly one started lifting the boxes onto the blanket that he had set out on the floor, taking the edge that was the closest to the stairs and pulled, everything following him.

"I don't think so. I haven't used them though. Can you take the other side?" Harry said and looked at Louis, Louis taking it and lifted it up, groaning at how heavy it was. Harry lifted it up too and slowly started to back down the stairs, keeping his green eyes on the boxes.

"We don't even have a Christmas tree," Louis informed.

"Yet," Harry smiled. Louis grumbled and took the stairs one step at a time, frightened that he would drop the blanket on his feet or something. He hated stubbing his toes into furniture, so dropping boxes onto them didn't seem too pleasant.

"Are you taking one from the forest?" Louis wondered, counting every step he took.

"Yeah, I suppose so," Harry shrugged, telling Louis to let the blanket go when they both were on the floor. Louis straightened and stretched his arms, looking down at Harry as he started opening all of the cardboard boxes, digging through them with small hums. "What do you usually do for Christmas?" he asked and sank to his knees by another one of the boxes, keeping his eyes on Harry. He started to pull out everything, the whole floor soon covered in glitter and plastic candles.

"Nothing," Harry chuckled. "I never really had anyone to spend it with."

Louis frowned. "What about when you were in England? Before you got here?" Harry shrugged a little and pushed one of the boxes aside, taking another one. Louis watched when he opened it.

"Well, we usually went to my aunt. We ate some food and watched Christmas cartoons, and soon everyone opened their presents. I usually got some crappy music album or money. Or sweaters, even socks," he explained, Harry resting his elbow on his knee when he looked at Louis. He smiled. "Like the one you're wearing."

Louis blinked and looked down on the grey and red one he was wearing, remembering that he had worn it for the first time when he still was drugged down on the couch. He turned back to Harry. "This one?" he asked. "Who did you get it from?"

"My grandmother. She's gone now though. She passed away before I went to Alaska."

"Oh," Louis mumbled. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Harry smiled. "I barely knew her."

Louis hummed then and sat down on the floor, the box between his legs as he continued to look through everything. He pulled out a Christmas tree decoration that reminded Louis of a football, golden glue making out six-cornered squares all over it. He hummed. "Where these here when you got here?" he asked.

"Yeah," Harry responded. "Everything was, except the clothes and the things I got in the bookshelves." Louis breathed out. He wished that he and Eleanor had been so lucky when they were looking for their apartment. They hadn't been able to find one for many months, and the one they got were in a desperate need of a renovation. It should still be building if Louis didn't miscalculate. He sighed and put the ball back in the box, running his hand through his hair. He had cut it himself just a few days ago and it looked absolutely ridiculous, but Harry had done it too, so Louis supposed that they could as well look horrible together.