Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 15

It was January fifth when Harry told Louis that wanted to show something very special to him. Louis had blinked where he sat on the windowsill in his bedroom while the curly haired boy appeared in the doorway, a large grin on his lips. His cheeks were a little rosy and his hands were pale, and Louis noticed, yet acted like he didn't know what was going on even though he had seen him run in and out from the stable many times.

"What are we doing?" Louis had asked with a tilt of his head, sliding down on the floor and stayed there, leaning back against the sill. Harry had laughed and gone over to him, fingers wrapping around his wrist and started pulling him out the room. Louis had simply stumbled after him and cooperated when he told the blue eyed one to pull on a pair of shoes. That's how they ended up here, Louis gaping up at the treehouse that was a few meters above the ground. He turned to Harry who was tying Macula and Superbia to a tree. "A tree house?" he said. "Really?"

"Yeah, I built it a few years ago. It's crappy, but it can easily hold a few people."

"How do you know that if you have been alone and never had someone up there?"

"True. I guess we'll have to hope for the best." Louis pouted but allowed himself to get pulled along, watching when Harry let him go and started climbing up the very crappy planks that had been nailed to the tree, swallowing thickly when Harry soon disappeared into the house. He followed on shaky hands and legs and stopped about midway, glancing down at the ground.

"Don't look down, Honey," Harry hummed above him. Louis looked up and looked at the hand that Harry had extended, nibbling rather roughly on his bottom lip and quickly took it.

"Can't help it," he replied while he got pulled up. He crawled across the floor, sitting down next to Harry with a small huff.

"You would've fallen down," Harry laughed. "You're lucky I caught you."

"I guess I was," Louis shrugged then, his cheek resting in his hand as he started to look around the fairly small room, inspecting the photographs and drawings that were placed all over the walls. All of the drawings were signed by Harry himself, some better than others. "How come you never told me of this place?"

"You never asked."

Louis rolled his eyes. "Yet you're taking me here."

"Shouldn't I be?"

"I didn't exactly ask to come here," he chuckled and turned, shifting on the wooden floor so he was sitting on his knees instead, the hem of his jacket folding against the floor. He bit his lip. "So I assume that I'm here for a reason?"

Harry laughed then, shrugging a little as his fingertips ran through his curls that were on the sides of his head. "Both yes and no," he said. "You're here because I want to show you something very special to me, but also because I just wanted to do something nice."

"Isn't both of those 'yes' reasons?" Louis giggled. Harry leaned back and propped himself up on his elbows, his head tilting a little when he looked up at Louis.

"I don't know. Maybe," he smiled. Louis looked away from him and up on the walls again, pouting a little when he looked over the drawings. Most of them were flowers drawn in crayon, but then there were some pictures that looked really photorealistic. Horses and trees, mostly, but a few other animals too., like squirrels and owls drawn in colored pencils.

"Have you made all of them?" he wondered. "Aren't you afraid of them getting wet and ruined while it rain?"

"It can't get wet in here," Harry hummed and sat up again, crawling over to a wooden box that Louis hadn't even noticed and opened it, Louis trying to look over Harry's shoulder to see what was in it. He blinked when there suddenly were paint jars and brushes in front of him.