Two Roads ≫ l.s

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A/N: TRIGGER WARNING MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND ABUSE PLEASE TAKE CARE ILY

Harry's POV

"But I spent like £200 on them!" Kendall's whiny voice was what I awoke to the following morning. "You can't go back for them again. You only just got here!" Perrie argued reasonably.

"What am I gonna do with it, then?" Kendall complained. "The clue's in the name. Drink. Throw a party or whatever." Heaven suggested.

The mention of 'party' obviously gripped Kendall's attention pretty satisfyingly. "Yeah, I guess I could do something..."

I slowly opened one eyelid, breaking away from my half-asleep state and exposing my vision to the interior of the tent Louis and I had managed to creep into in the unearthly hours of whatever time I nearly fell asleep on his chest, although luckily my natural shyness and his common sense prevented that from happening.

I was suddenly met with the familiar, warm scent of Louis himself, as my eyes flickered downwards to find him almost on my chest, his face hidden in his mass of hair, unruly from the restless sleep. My heartbeat accelerated at the sight of him around the same time I noticed his literal warmth radiating off of him and onto my own skin.

"Louis...?" I whispered gently as he started to stir out of sleep.

"Mh..." He made a sleepily quiet noise in response, before rolling over and opening his eyes, my face being the first sight he woke up to.

"Good morning." I grinned down at him, watching as his own face broadened into a matching smile.

"Hi." He responded, shaking his hair out of his eyes before sitting up properly and glancing around the tent. "Where are the others?"

I shrugged. "Looks like we've overslept a little. Maybe we've been left behind."

He let out a small chuckle, a sparkle in his eye appearing. "Well, this place is nice enough to not actually care too much about being left behind."

"Yeah..." I agreed, adjusting my pyjama t-shirt a little. "At night, too."

He gave me a little side-glance, nodding in agreement. "Especially at night."

"Look if a few drinks mean that much to you, why don't you just go back and get them?" Perrie's obviously annoyed voice travelled into the tent, earning a sigh from Louis and a small headshake from myself.

"What's Kendall left behind this time?" Louis glanced at me.

"Well, from what I can hear, some crate of alcohol probably."

He rolled his eyes. "Why is she so dependent on that stuff? It doesn't make you clever. Or pretty. Or even happy. It just makes you think about consequences less." He stared into space.

"Well, it makes you philosophical." I teased, bringing up a subtle reminder of last night's occurrences.

He suddenly chuckled, my dimple appearing as his eyes met mine. "Sure. Well, okay. It does that."

"Although I have no evidence to back it up."

"Would you like some?"

"She's left it all back at home."

"Oh, yeah." He chuckled. "Well I guess that's an evening ruined."

"Or in her case, her life ruined." He rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his hair and stretching, still appearing pretty sleepy.

I couldn't help my eyes running over the impossible flawlessness of his body in front of me, from his perfectly sculpted jawline, slim-bodied torso that his pyjama t-shirt hung off loosely, exposing his defined collarbones, and right down to the end of his legs, covered in his checked pyjama pants.