"Ju-just around this corner," I huff, running at the speed of lighting. I'm so out of shade. I feel like throwing up my organs and we haven't even ran 3 miles.
"Turn here," Preston says, leading us through the dark.
I look over to Harry with wide eyes, his cheeks aren't even one shade of pink, while I'm sweating bullets over here. I sigh, seeing the shed in the distance. Staring at the shed, I ran faster and faster, until I reached the door.
"Lou? You alright? You don't look to well," Harry places a hand on my back, after letting his little sister down.
Placing a hand on my stomach, I lean over, one hand on my knee, holding myself up. I face the ground, as food starts to rise to my burning throat and onto the dirt ground. Harry begins to rub my back and watches for any stray hairs that might fall into my face.
"Lou Lou? You okay?" Tyler looks at me with wide eyes, once I'm done.
"Um, yeah, don't worry," I mumble, water rimming my eyes, still not able to feel my legs.
"You should really lay down," Harry says in worry, one of his hands still drawing circles on my back.
I look around, my head now throbbing, looking for any traces of my father. No beer bottles, no yelling, no sounds of footsteps, nothing, but silence and forest.
"Um, yeah, okay," I say, "I think we all should."
Once we all got the blankets spread out, the ones we stole from home, we all laid down. I managed to take some really nice, thick blankets for cold nights like this one.
Harry soon pulls me closer to him without permission, but hey, I didn't mind. I breathed in his warm vanilla scent, while digging my head into the crook of his. It fits perfectly.
"It's cold out, love, I thought we can keep each other warm," Harry whispers into my ear.
I smiled big, so big where you could see the crinkles besides my eyes, as Harry's wraps his arms tighter around me. The sound of snores from Tyler and Preston fill the air, them soon being joined by soft snores of Harry and I. For once I don't have to sleep alone.