hammockĀ
free-form; fake dating au, abo, touch depri, enemies to lovers
Louis stretches out on the hammock, trying his best to relax his tense muscles. He's dressed in pale blue cotton shorts and an old ABBA tank top with red sunnies shielding his eyes, his skin completely slathered with sunscreen. He adjusts himself slightly, propping his feet up at the trunk of the opposite tree and staring at his pale toes. They're significantly less tan than the rest of his body and he's hoping they bake a bit today. He's hoping a few other things too.Ā Ā
His brain has been buzzing with the effects of touch depri since he woke up from his early afternoon nap, skin tingling and itching to be touched. Unfortunately, Liam left with Niall to pick up dinner just ten minutes after so he couldn't relieve his quota until he returned.
Until then, he decided to make the most of the weather and this nice, sturdy hammock to soak up the sunshine. He does his best to fall lax, letting the soft warmth of the sun envelop him and the gentle swaying from side to side lull him into a state where the throbbing in his head seems less excruciating.Ā
It only half works.
The pain doesn't lessen at all, a constant pounding in his mind that makes him want to scream until it goes away. He just grits his teeth and endures it, vision going spotty under his closed eyelids. However, he does slip into an unguarded position meaning it's easy for him to miss the wisps of cedar and mint that appear from nowhere.
"Louis," Harry says flatly.Ā
Louis sighs annoyedly, turning his head slightly to scowl at the alpha. He's standing about five meters away with a frown on his face but his smell is so strong it feels like he's just inches away. "What?" he snaps belatedly, less tolerant of Harry's stoic and cold behavior thanks to the severity of his migraine and his other internal frustration.Ā
Harry stares at him, something unreadable in his face. "Are you okay?"Ā
originally posted on curious cat 07/27/20Ā
