Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 17

It took Louis another week and a half to heal up completely, getting dressed everyday with small whimpers and winces. He ended up walking around in the same pair of sweatpants for five days and in just a shirt for the rest of the time, staying on the upper floor since he still didn't want Harry to see him so wounded. The only time he walked down was when he was going to take a bath, sitting there until he looked like an old raisin and snatched the largest towel he could find, wrapping it around himself and went upstairs again and quickly as he could, hurrying just so Harry wouldn't see him. That's why Harry was surprised when he saw him the next time, sitting in the treehouse with his hair full of paint and his hands completely covered in pink, bright green and yellow. He blinked when Louis crawled in with small huffs, sitting down when he was inside completely. He smiled softly.

"Hi baby," he said. He had gotten a little nicer since the incident. At first Louis hadn't thought that it was possible, but apparently it was.

"Hi," Louis replied then and looked around, up at the dark blue ceiling that still smelled like paint. Then the walls that were covered in dark green except the tops of them, them also being dark blue. Harry seemed to be painting the floor at the moment. "What are you doing?"

"Painting," Harry smiled and nodded him over, Louis crawling across the floor and sat down a meter away from him. He was still a little shaken, so he was still trying to stay away from him, even if just a little. He had started to get nightmares after it happened and he didn't want them to come back once they disappeared.

"Well, what are you painting?" Louis wondered.

"This place," Harry hummed. "The forest and the night sky like it should be. It's been some time since I last saw a starry one."

Louis swallowed a little and looked up at the navy ceiling. So that's what it was. A sky. "But there's no stars," he stated.

"Not yet," Harry smiled and reached across Louis, picking up a smaller brush and a tube with white paint from the floor. "How about you do them?"

Louis bit his lips and reached out his hand, taking the two things with a small sigh. "Isn't it too much work?" he said.

"I can continue after you get tired," Harry hummed. "Sounds good?" Louis sighed, feeling like he didn't have a choice. So, he nodded and even shrugged, standing up again with a whimper.

"I guess so," he said then and looked around, trying to find something that he could put the paint on. He blinked when he found a paper that was covered in paint already, Louis assuming that it was the one that Harry had used for all this. Knowing that Harry wouldn't mind, he poured some on the white paint onto it and dipped his brush in it, glancing up over the ceiling. It had been some time since he had seen a starry sky himself. The last time was when Harry had kissed him, if he remembered correctly. To be honest, he hadn't really paid any attention to it. He bit his lip, swallowing as he made a small dot right above him, and then seven more. This was going to take forever, Louis thought, and breathed out, looking down at Harry who was watching him. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?" he wondered and Harry smiled, resting his chin in his hand.

"Nothing," he hummed, his head tilting a little. Louis rolled his eyes.

"Bullshit," he said. Harry laughed.

"Fine, fine, I get it. Really though, there's no reason."

Louis rolled his eyes and shook his head, continuing to make stars on the ceiling. He knew that Harry was still watching him, but he tried to ignore it, but still he could help but glance back a few times. "Stop looking at me," he mumbled.

"Hm, nah. I don't really want to."

Louis sighed. "Are you ever going to stop flirting with me?"