Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 13

Louis yelped a little when he took another step out on the ice and stumbled, almost immediately flipping Harry off that stood just a few meters away from him. He was laughing, something that Louis didn't really like to be completely honest. At least not at something like this, the blue eyed boy's legs shaking as he took another step onto the slippery surface underneath his feet. "This is stupid," he muttered, fisting his hands. "I'll slip."

"Well, then I'll catch you," Harry smiled and slid over to him, reaching out to take his hand. Louis nudged it away, arms crossing over his chest.

"No you won't," Louis muttered. "I'll hurt myself."

"Not as long as you're careful."

Louis snarled at him and looked down on his feet and onto the dark blue ice, slowly sliding a foot forward, and then the next one. He sighed, a cloud of cold warm air rising to the grey sky, like always. It was ridiculous how cold it had gotten. It had been snowing up until this day and you almost had to swim through it all, so it was a wonder that Harry even had managed to persuade him to go out on the lake like this. Louis bit his lip. "What if it breaks?" he mumbled. "What if I drown?"

"As I said, I'll save you," Harry hummed. "Have you never been on a frozen lake before?"

"I have, I'm not incompetent," Louis snarled. "I'm just wondering."

"Well, I'm here. Which means that you won't die today."

Even if there was some kind of calming tone in Harry's voice, Louis definitely wasn't convinced. Maybe it's because when he took another step he almost slipped again, a small scream flying out from between his lips. Harry reached out to catch him but Louis managed to keep his balance, standing up with a mutter. "I'm fine," he mumbled and Harry laughed, raising his eyebrows at him.

"You sure about that?" he snorted and Louis snarled, glaring holes at him.

"Why are we even here?" he muttered. "Please tell me it's a purpose of this."

"Sorry to disappoint you, love," Harry chuckled. "But it's Christmas. We could at least do something that we haven't done before." Louis muttered.

"We are not doing anything together," he mumbled.

"Obviously, we are," the curly haired boy laughed, and that was that, both of them just staring at each other. Louis sighed though and fisted his hands in his pockets as an attempt to stay warm, warmer, at least, looking around for a while. Feather light snowflakes were drizzling everywhere and Louis was amazed that when though it was Christmas Day, not one single firework had been heard in the distance or seen at all. It was almost sad, to be honest. For Harry's sake, that he had been in the middle of nowhere for so long unless he was lying about it all. Louis could obviously not know for sure whether he lied to him or not – but since he had told him to never be dishonest with him, the least he could do was actually to believe him. He deserved it, Louis supposed. "Are you cold?" Harry wondered and Louis looked at him again, slowly shaking his head.

"...No," he lied.

"You can borrow my gloves."

"No," Louis said again, obviously freezing to death. He even thought that his hands would fall off for a moment, but when they didn't he was almost surprised. They were numb and purple, and Harry sure noticed.

"Bullshit," he said and slid over, Louis looking down at his hands when Harry pulled his gloves off his own and onto Louis'. He chewed on the inside of his cheek. "There," he hummed.

Louis moved his fingers a little, feeling them slowly getting warmer and warmer. The gloves were huge and Louis glanced at Harry's pale hands again, noticing that they actually were rather big. He hadn't really paid any attention to it before. "Thanks," he breathed then, rather grumpily. "I still don't want them."