Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 18

Louis bit his lip as his hands tightened on Caeruleus' reins, blinking when Harry's hand slid around his waist. Since Macula had gotten a little sick, Harry had suggested that they both took a ride on Caeruleus instead of taking separate horses. Louis had, obviously, protested at first and said that he could take Hiems or Superbia instead, but Harry was having none of it. Louis didn't seem to have much of a choice either, because if he didn't Harry would "scream all night so you can't fall asleep." So here he was, listening to Harry's calm breathing and feeling his thighs gently brush the sides of Louis' every time their horse took a step forward.

"Are you doing alright?" he wondered quietly into his ear and Louis nodded, swallowing a little.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he responded and turned his head slightly, looking up at Harry who was, oddly enough, not smiling. Harry dug his teeth into his bottom lip instead and nuzzled into Louis' shoulder. The blue eyed boy breathed out.

"Hey, Harry," he said, Harry looking up at him, still resting his chin on Louis. "Why is it that since I went into the tree house and painted stars, you have gotten more affectionate?"

Harry smiled weakly then and raised his eyebrows, his head tilting a little. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Have I not always been like this?"

"No. Well, yes, but," Louis muttered. "You haven't really touched me out of nowhere before."

"Haven't I?" Harry hummed. He rested his forehead to Louis' shoulder again, Louis blushing when he felt him place a small kiss to his neck. "That's weird." Louis rolled his eyes and bounced a little when Caeruleus made a small jump over a rock, his hand slamming down to Harry's thigh to keep himself upright. Harry laughed softly.

It had stopped snowing about a month ago; two days after Harry had been in the bathroom while Louis took a bath. It wasn't necessarily green grass everywhere, and the forest still had some dull colors, but you could see that spring was coming. Louis couldn't wait until it was warm again so that he didn't need to wear scarves again wherever he went. He sighed softly, knuckles whitening on his hands when they tightened on the reins he was holding.

"You have gotten more drawn back too," he whispered.

Harry seemed to straighten a little behind him and he frowned, Louis unable to see him. Harry studied the back of his head, watching when his hair strands moved in the wind. "Have I?" he wondered, trying to sound as cheery as possible. "That's odd."

Louis swallowed. "Why is that?"

Harry shrugged, hugging Louis' waist. Louis glanced down on his arms, biting down on his lip and then on the inside of his cheek. "Don't know," he simply said.

Louis was sure that he wouldn't get another answer, letting it go before he said anything more. They continued to ride until Harry reached around him and took the reins, kicking Caeruleus so he went a little faster. Louis yelped a little and clenched his hands on the black mane in front of him, hearing how the curly haired boy laughed into his shoulder. Louis' breath hitched when the horse suddenly jumped over something and Louis almost fell off again. He was quite sure that he would never get used to that, and that Harry would never stop laughing about it – just like he did now. Louis simply muttered a "Shut up," and stared down on the path they were riding on, hands tightening when Caeruleus made another jump. He had to breathe calmly since he didn't want to embarrass himself even more than he already had.

"You know," Harry breathed out then. "I haven't gotten a kiss for a long time."

Louis sighed. "Can you please let it go?" he muttered.

"You have kissed me more than twice," Harry hummed. "I want another one."

"It seems like you're out of luck, buddy," Louis chuckled. Harry laughed softly and Louis flushed deep red when his jacket and sweater got pulled down just a little and when Harry pressed another kiss to the newly exposed skin. Louis was terrified of falling off still, so pushing him away would result in the both of them to fall straight to the ground.