➳ claude // l.s.

XII

The thin skin of Harry's eyelids was heated from the light daring to enter his tent through the gap from the top. His first instinct was the one to clench his eyes, attempting to create an illusion of dark, but to no avail, since the light was still there, shining constantly on part of his face.

    He knew he had to wake up at some point, so there was no point in trying to fall back asleep again, since the strong light shining on him was trying to prove a point. His messy locks were everywhere, his eyes covered by them. He pushed his curls back as he sat up, looking around the tent. Liam was nowhere, as usual.

    Harry sighed and began looking for his headband to style to those rebel curls which dared to bounce everywhere. His whole hair was a mess, not having it combed it. But he wasn't planning on doing that. The tips of his curls were seamlessly caressing the clothed surface of his shoulders, some strands aiming for the nape of his neck. The boy finally found one of this dozen headbands and quickly attached it to his head, pushing the chocolate curls back. A few tiny strands of hairs remained outside of the grasp, that were curlier than the others, making the lad remember how curly his hair used to be at some point. Since it grew longer, the curls were more loose and only some of them managed to keep their curly nature.

    He forced himself up and out of the tent, the light immediately attacking his skin like a predator with its prey. But Harry didn't mind, since it was the first warm morning he had in a while. His eyes darted across the clearing, knowing who he was looking for.

    The moment his friend noticed him, he waved at him, motioning to Harry to come over. Harry understood what Liam meant and hurried to him, without a second thought. Of course Lim was talking to some lads he befriended here, but Harry couldn't comprehend how he managed to be this social. The lads tried to include Harry in their conversation, but Harry didn't want to. He doesn't like befriending everybody he meets.

    It didn't take long for Harry to sense an awfully familiar smell invade his nostrils. The familiar smell of expensive male perfume strongly combined with smoke. Usually Harry would hate the smell of smoke, but if it was coming from a certain person it would literally make Harry lift up from the ground from the pleasure and sensation it was offering him. His head instantly turned towards the bodies that belonged Louis and Zayn who came over, to Liam, of course. Harry being too lost in his awe towards the god that Louis Tomlinson is, didn't even pay attention to what the others were saying, their mouths moving soundlessly, their facial expressions differing from word to word, their gestures insignificant to Harry.

    It was only then, Harry realized how much Louis' ice hair suited his distant, cold personality. There was a certain coldness in that moon inspired hair brought to his features, a simple frame to highlight his sharp facial features. A beautifully carved sharp nose, king like, light pink lips curved around the cig butt, before slightly opening and releasing hazy smoke forms, distorting and twisting along their wayward path, and last but not least, those storm touched ice eyes, that held hostility to everyone who approached him, different hues of blue being painted and smudged around his contracted pupils.

Harry just couldn't understand why this interesting creature captivated his attention so much, when all Louis did was be rude and violent for no reason. Harry felt there was more to the older boy that he didn't let out for everyone to see. As much as he frustrated him, there was something about him that made Harry let himself be a pawn in his incomprehensible game, and he did anything in his power to gain a reaction from Louis, or even make him acknowledge his presence. But to Louis, Harry was nothing more than mere prey that he liked to toy around with, his first priority always being Zayn. But now, Harry wasn't so sure Louis was Zayn's priority anymore and maybe that's why Louis was so down these days.