Over the Centuries

Teil Neun

They spent the day in bed, talking and listening to the rain against the windows and drinking several cups of tea. Harry enjoyed it a lot, everything seemed so easy and simple with Louis, though they really weren't. At some point during the darker hours one of them became horny and so the other followed. It was a lustful night, and they settled comfortably against each other when sated and content.

The next day copied the simple pattern.

It was early afternoon when Harry felt a sudden inspiration to watch Wall-E and told Louis as much. "I have it on my laptop. Want to watch it with me? We can make it a proper film night. Do we have any snacks?"

"Yeah, that sounds great. Should I pop by the store and get some? I'm pretty sure we're short on anything unhealthy."

Harry pouted. "Can I come with you this time?"

"No, Harry. For your own safety you must stay here," Louis reprimanded fondly. Harry then latched onto Louis in a manner which resembled that of a baby koala.

"Then we mustn't have snacks," Harry whined. "I'd much rather have you here now than eat crisps later tonight."

"Hah, don't be ridiculous, Harold," Louis said while laughing at Harry's endearing expression.

"Oh, but I am!" he cried and kissed all the parts of Louis he could reach. The other giggled and melted Harry's heart a little bittle.

"Okay, but only a few alright? I want you back here within twenty minutes! Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!" Louis answered and punctuated his exclamation with an abrupt kiss to Harry's nose. They both knew that to the store and back took more than twenty minutes. Louis' stripped out of his underwear and dressed in new ones along with trousers, t-shirt and Harry's slouching hoodie. And after they'd shared a romantic cup of yorkshire tea, Louis grabbed his keys and wallet before diving at Harry for a deep kiss. "I really l-like you, Harry," Louis stumbled verbally, but Harry only giggled affectionately. "I like you too, Lou." His smile broadened when he noticed how ridiculous it sounded, what with all the rhyming.

A small kiss goodbye and the Louis' smile was on the outside, leaving Harry to his solitude. And thoughts. He couldn't really understand or identify his feelings toward Louis, as his rational mind told him all of the ones he was experiencing were the opposite of what he ought to feel. He shouldn't be enjoying his own kidnapping, right? Well, to be fair he hasn't been mistreated or shoved in a dark basement in chains. Which is better than other people's kidnapping conditions. So his feelings toward Louis aren't as unreasonable as those who fall for their kidnapper after having been abused and isolated. Harry has read about those cases, and with that knowledge he doesn't feel as absurd for crushing on Louis. He'd been treated well enough, hadn't he? And Louis was very pretty and very kind.

Of course, in the beginning Harry had tried to think of an escape-plan; something along the lines of sneaking out in the night and take Louis' car. Witch meant he couldn't escape while Louis was at the store because well, it's hard to get away from the hill on foot.
He'd have to walk really far just to meet a single living soul.

Whenever these thoughts bloomed dangerously, he'd remember the fake doctor and all the notions of escape drifted with the wind over mountains and seas.

Besides, Louis is a kind person and Harry is not shoved in a dingy basement, so.

Harry prepared his laptop with the film on pause, ready for Louis' return. Then he sighed and looked out the window at the sun's last rays of colour staining the stray clouds. Harry would paint those clouds of he could paint. But he could not.
His gaze wandered to the bookshelf and thought of all the stories it held; of all the adventures stacked together. Hardbound against pocket.