you not wanting me

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"Harry."

He shifted in his sleep, the lines across his forehead appearing as he frowned from his discomfort. He felt a chill breeze hit his face that sent chills down his spine. He last remembered himself burning up from the heat and now he laid there, shivering.

"Harry," the voice whispered once again. This time a small moan came from Harry's lips as he answered whoever woke him from his peaceful slumber. He heard a deep chuckle.

"You've been asleep for hours. It's three in the morning, please do give me some company."

Harry's eyes fluttered open as he began to recognize the angelic voice beside him. He peered up at Louis only to catch his eyes already on him. He smiled softly from his spot against the wall. And Harry also smiled, wishing he could be waken up this way everyday for the rest of his life.

He lifted himself slightly and looked around, trying to figure out where they were, but was only met with darkness and singing crickets.

"We fell asleep, everyone's gone." Louis answered his thoughts.

"And Rue?" His deep voice called out causing his throat to ache from the lack of talking.

He shook his head. "How would we even explain this to them?"

Harry looked at him. Even in the darkness he could still see how beautiful he was. The way his eyes shined from the moon's glow and his hair which had fallen from the rain now feathered out in all directions. If only Harry were an artist, how he wished to be able to capture Louis' beauty on paper.

"Rue knows." Harry said quietly, the intensity from their eye contact causing him to fear raising his voice.

"No Harry, she doesn't. Marks are appearing on our skin." Louis said almost in frustration.

For the first time since he's awaken, Harry looked down at his arm, almost forgetting what had caused him great pain. He admired the new ink that now joined his anchor. He couldn't identify what it was as all he saw were lines twisting and turning in all directions.

"A heart."

"An arrow," Louis returned.

Harry looked up, seeing Louis showing him his own exposed skin; an arrow.

"This is crazy." Harry said in disbelief. "What is this?"

"And," Louis continued, pausing to allow Harry to almost prepare himself. "A compass."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows seeing not only one, but now two new markings on Louis' arms.

He was so close to reaching out and touching them, in awe from such a sight, but something in his mind held him back from doing just that.

"And the ship."

"What?" Harry followed Louis' gaze down to his own arm. A grand ship with huge sails covered his bicep. He'd never seen something drawn so well before, something so cultivating. He was left in shock with the new markings covering his arms. These were so far out of his artistic reach.

"Two? H-How?"

"I um," Louis fumbled, scared of Harry's reaction. "I touched you in your sleep."

Harry choked. He what?

"I touched your hand and I-I didn't know. It happened all so quickly again, I was hurting and it just appeared. I heard you in your sleep.

"Harry, You were hurting in your sleep. Your arm it was inflamed and mine burning. The ship I saw it just, appear." Louis voice was shaky, he sounded almost afraid. He'd never heard Louis sound so weak.

"It was all happening at the same time."

Harry's head was spinning. He couldn't wrap his head around the words he was hearing. It was impossible.

"What are you saying, Louis?" He couldn't even recognize his own voice coming out.

"I think i'm doing this to you, I touched you and," Louis stopped. He looked at the ground not daring to look Harry in the eyes.

Harry shook his head. "This isn't your fault."

"No it is, I caused it I saw it." Louis frowned. He was angry at himself, Harry could see the frustration he held.

"But you have them too that doesn't make any sense."

Louis said, "None of this makes any sense."

Harry stared at him before cocking his head slightly, "Louis, i'm pretty sure you don't have super powers."

"We have magical markings and you're really doubting if I have special abilities right now?"

Harry shook his head, smiling. "You're ridiculous."

"Harry, I saw it with my own eyes please take me seriously."

Harry dropped the smile knowing he was right. This was a serious matter and no time for jokes. Louis seemed very upset and he wanted to do whatever he could to help him. He wanted answers and was just as confused as Louis but had been useless up to this point.

"That night from the tent, I grabbed your hand and tonight - our hands touched again at the counter." Louis wasn't necessarily talking to Harry as he spit out his discovered information. "I touched you again and they've all appeared. It's got to be me."

Harry looked at the ground, deep in thought. If anyone were to be listening in they would think Louis had lost it.

"What if we both are?"

Louis looked up, confused. "What?"

"What if we both are doing this? What if every time we touch," Harry stopped as well. Not wanting to finish from how insane he knew he probably sounded.

"Oh, but i'm ridiculous?" Louis joked.

"Don't you think if it was just you, everyone else would also have some marks from your curse?"

"Curse. Of course."

Harry ignored his sarcastic remark. "Think."

Louis sighed, finally looking at him. His eyes lingered on Harry's beautiful, brown hair. Watched as he panicked only to then gently push the curls back off his forehead - nervous from Louis' stare. Louis couldn't help but smile.

"I don't really make you nervous do I?"

Harry cleared his throat. He laughed, "No."

"Okay, so if I ask to touch you will you let me?"

Harry blinked. His face now completely red and throat dry. He went to laugh again but only coughed. Louis laughed.

"Don't look at me and ask such a question all in the same sentence." Harry said flustered.

"Oh no Harry," Louis said. "I'm simply testing your incredible theory. If we do this to each other every time we touch, lets test it."

Harry felt like they were speaking gibberish; he hadn't actually taken himself seriously. But what if? Were him and Louis actually giving each other these from simply their touch and if so how could he ever thank the universe for such a gift?

"Don't worry we won't, I could never put you through that pain intentionally. Pretty devastating though since I would love to poke that dimple of yours." Louis cheekily said, hoping to ease Harry's unsettling thoughts.

Harry blushed, smiling and looking away. He felt like a school girl obsessing over a pathetic crush. He couldn't even hold eye contact without growing nervous and immediately looking elsewhere.

"Harry you don't have to be ashamed." He heard Louis' voice as it came closer towards him.

Harry turned back to look at him. "You don't have to tell me, only when you're ready. But it's okay," Louis smiled. Harry looked at the new tint across the other boy's cheeks as well.

"I'm-" Harry stopped. "I uh,"

"Sh, no time." Louis interrupted, knowing Harry just wasn't quite ready. "So I make you blush and I like making you blush, big deal. The real problem is we have fucking tattoos and might die so what are we going to do?"

Harry giggled. "Right."

Louis jumped up. "Lets go find Rue and Luke. No snitching. As far as they know we got tatted drunk."

"And only have one." Harry joined.

"Exactly, see you're learning." Louis gloated, going in to poke at Harry's stomach but immediately stopped himself.

"Wow, you make this harder than I thought. No touching, got it." He winked.

Harry died.

He pulled himself off the ground, smoothing down his uniform. He dusted himself off before rolling down his sleeves to cover his arms.

"Do you think our tattoos tie together on purpose?" He asked.

Louis looked back at him as they walked. "Tie together?"

"Well," Harry kicked at a small rock on the ground, carrying it with him. "A rope and anchor, compass and ship, an arrow and a heart."

"They just go together I guess," Harry finished.

Louis stayed silent. He peered up at the night sky, admiring nature's beauty. The stars were extremely bright tonight and the moon lit up perfectly alongside them.

"I guess they do."

Harry continued kicking his rock. "Weird."

Then they heard a small voice. It shook them as they both jumped and looked over to find who had joined them.

"I am sorry to alarm you," She spoke. Harry recognized the rough voice immediately. "It's only me."

The older woman stepped out into their view - her once long loose hair now braided down her shoulder. Her clothing had also changed as she now wore a black skirt that reached the top of her shoes and a small top. She wore a small jacket to protect her from the cold.

She was beautiful. She reminded Harry of a mystical creature lost in the woods, living in a tiny cottage who drank tea and watched the sunset. She was so intriguing it almost frightened Harry. She carried a large bag at her side that she held onto tightly.

"That's the fortune teller," Harry told Louis.

"What are you doing here?" Louis questioned, skeptical.

"And where are your clothes?"

Louis looked at Harry as if to ask what importance his question could possibly have.

"It is only a costume Harry," She chuckled. "I don't actually wear those outfits out."

"How do you know my name?" He knew it wasn't what he should care to ask but he had a gut feeling she had always known his name.

She smiled at him, sending a warmth through Harry's body that only freaked him out. "I would say your name tag but seeing the night you two have had, I think it is best I say we've met before."

"Right you just happen to know his name, as if you couldn't have easily asked one of the other workers for it." Louis challenged, not buying her act.

"Why would I go through that trouble?"

"You tell me, you're the one acting all weird." Louis said flatly.

She took no insult to Louis, instead found him rather amusing. "My name is Rosiah. I'm only here to help. You have so many unanswered questions."

She continued, "These markings of yours will not stop until they are all completed and I believe Harry is correct; they are a result of your touch."

"I'm sorry, what?"

Harry and Louis looked at one another, completely lost. "How do you know this?" Harry asked her.

"Harry, I am not actually a fortune teller as i'm sure he has already guessed."

"No, I know you aren't." Louis said.

"But I have worked for a very long time alongside magic. I used to do many spells, even look into my own future. Then I began to do them for others. I always warned them but they never listened." She paused looking down. "I chose to help people and now I have to deal with my mistakes. And so do you."

"You knew this would happen. You had to have seen it." Louis said.

"I did."

Louis scoffed though said nothing. Deep down he knew she was telling the truth. He had just witnessed something he deemed as impossible. Saw the tattoos appearing out of thin air onto Harry's skin. Watched as his own arm grew a tattoo overnight.

"Are you doing this?" Louis asked. "This your little learn your lesson game?"

"No games, Louis. I'm only here to guide you through what you did to yourselves. They will appear in pairs and only from each other's contact."

Harry shook his head, confused. He didn't understand.

"When the rose and dagger appear, that is when you will know it is over and you will understand everything." She calmly explained. Rosiah was very careful with them both, knowing the severity of the situation. Her tone was gentle - not wanting to scare them.

"There will be more? How many?" Harry wanted to cry out. He didn't know how much more of that pain he could take.

"Do you not realize how terrible this has been? Can't you undo this?" Louis asked before she could answer the younger boy.

"I'm afraid I can't. This was your wishing and I cannot interfere."

"Our wishing? I didn't want this." Louis exclaimed for them both. From the look on Harry's face, Rosiah knew he felt the same.

"I promise I will show you everything. You may find me at my booth at any time with any worries." She smiled. It felt genuine though Harry couldn't return the gesture.

"This is bullshit. You just said you cast spells, do one to just stop it?" Louis wanted to laugh in her face. He was angry.

Harry remained quiet. He agreed, it was bullshit. What did they do to cause this? It was too insane to be real - but it was.

"I can't." Rosiah said. "I wish you both a good night." And she was gone, walking back in the direction she came from.

So much for answering their unanswered questions.

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