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Harry Hypothermia

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Their last show in Canada was done and now the boys were looking forward to a week by themselves in a wooden cabin. Afterwards, they were going to head home for Christmas.

The cabin was small: it had a lounge, kitchen and a pull out dining table. There was a bedroom on the ground floor and another bedroom on a platform overlooking the living area. Liam and Niall took the ground floor bedroom, while Harry and Louis took the upstairs one, which was above the fireplace. Louis's hands were fully healed now and the boys were all kitted out with thick, winter clothing.

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Six days in, Harry and Louis had gone out to collect firewood while Liam and Niall had stayed back to make a fruit cake. To increase the amount of wood that they collected, Harry and Louis split up. Louis went into the forest, while Harry went to the lake side.

After a while, Harry found an area with lots of little pieces of wood that would make great kindling. He put his stack of logs down, got his rucksack and began filing it with wood.

After ten minutes, his fingers and toes began to tingle. Harry frowned, maybe he was getting too cold and he should head back, but his head felt clogged up like he was underwater. He stood up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him and he quickly lent on a nearby tree for support. He lowered himself down the trunk and sat on the floor.

Then everything stopped, like someone had pressed the pause button on the world. Harry felt his body breathe out, but not breathe in again. He watched as the trees stopped swaying in the wind, and all the noises of small animals became non-existent.

Then, just as quickly as everything had stopped, it started again. Harry became alert and he looked round, like he'd just woken up from a deep sleep.
"Louis?" He called out, but there was no reply. What was going on? Where was he? Harry looked around and he saw the logs, and the kindling sticking out of his rucksack. He had been collecting firewood. Of course he had.

Cautiously he stood up, but to his surprise, he felt ok. That'd been strange. Harry shook his head and put the cause of the incident down to, the random sickness you get a few times a year but you feel better after a few minutes. He gathered the wood up and picked up his rucksack, before he began walking towards the cabin.

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After five minutes or so, Harry was feeling warm, so he took his coat off. Then he started feeling hot, and he was beginning to sweat. He put his rucksack down and had some water from his water bottle. It was refreshing, but it didn't help to cool him down. He turned to see the lake beside him and he wanted to go for a swim. The water was a crystal blue colour and he could see fish swimming just underneath the water's surface. He took his jumper and top off before he waded in, and began swimming.

It was cool, it was nice and cool. As he swam out further, he began to feel tired. Fish tickled his feet, and he laughed. He then turned back to look at the shore, which was a good distance away, and he became worried as he thought about Louis. He'd been gone for quite some time and he must have walked a long way while gathering firewood because his eyelids were starting to close. He let his swimming slip, and he lowered into the water.

Very quickly, Harry came back to his senses as water entered his windpipe and he forced his mouth back above the water and began coughing. He saw the shore, and began swimming back towards it. Why had he come into the lake anyway? He was tired, and he just needed to lie down for a minute or two.

When he reached the shoreline, crawled back onto the ground and lay down as it began to snow. Harry smiled as crisp snow landed on his body as he began to fall asleep. This was nice. He just wished that Louis was here to enjoy it with him.