Could you be any louder?

chapter 7

Endless traffic, endless red lights and endless complains finally turn into endless empty roads crossing endlessly packed woods and a silent drive.

Soft rain—or maybe wet snow—makes a sound on the windows, as the guys make their way towards the cabin. The headlights the only light source on this road for now, making Harry drive more cautiously.

Louis uncomfortably switches positions for the millionth time in the car seat, hopefully as unnoticeable as it gets. His legs are too long to sit comfortably in this car anyway.

"Are you okay?" He winces at Harry's question, because of course. Of course he had to notice it.

"Mhm," He hums, not entirely off the truth. He's okay, just not good. "I'm okay."

"Yeah right." Harry chuckles, a hint of disbelief lacing his voice. Probably due to the fact that he's noticed the amount of times Louis had changed his position. "Do you want me to pull over for a bit?"

Louis rolls his eyes, "If you want to lose even more fucking time, then yes."

A exasperated sigh follows from next to him after Louis statement, "I know, it was dumb to think there'd be less traffic. But you can stop the childish attitude with me though."

As a response, Louis just closes his eyes and leans against the window. Even with his eyes closed color still dance in them. His neck hurts a lot from the uncomfortable positions it's been put through in the last seven hours.

And yes, you read that correct, seven hours. It was supposed to be a three to four hour drive, but the holiday traffic was just lovely. Harry thought that the Thursday before the holiday weekend would've not been as busy as the Friday. Which to Louis sounded absurd, but hey, Harry had already gone there multiple times so he would know, right?

And the thing is that Louis would've also not be okay with the four hour drive, because he does bad on drives that long. But he would've made it through better. But nothing can be changed now, and he's probably going to be stuck in the cabin for the following days with a more intense headache than usual.

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"Louis?" A voice barely above a whisper makes its way into his ears. And again, "Louis? We're almost there."

Oh.

Louis then opens his eyes, to be met with them just making a turn onto the driveway leading up to the cabin. The headlights illuminating the view in front of them.

It's beautiful. The cabin is fully made of dark brown wood, with a wrap around veranda in probably the same color. There's a tiny layer of snow on the roof and the million dark green pine trees surrounding the cabin show off a white hat too. Somewhere behind there must be the lake Harry was talking about.

A moment later they make their way in, both carrying all their bags at once because neither of them want to go back to the car again. The drive being long enough to make both of them dead-tired.

They had been talking a lot, getting to know each other a bit more and frankly it had been fun. But they're snappy now, mostly Louis. His neck is hurting and painful daggers shoot up from there to his brain.

-

"Damn it." Louis turns in surprise as he hears Harry curse from the other room. He was just making himself some tea to warm himself up a little.

"Harry?" Louis then calls out. "Do you need help?"

Harry just comes walking in as Louis finishes his sentence, not looking too happy. "Would be nice, yeah."