DRAG - [h.s. au]

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2/3 updates today... see you soon.

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I keep the dream in my pocket

Never let it fade away

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BENTLEY

"Yes, Rumer, I'm safe. You can go. I'm fine."

"I just don't want anything to happen and I'm in Cartage-"

"Rumer, I'm okay, really. Don't worry." I reassure him, hearing him sigh on the other end of the phone before reminding me to call him if anything happened before hanging up.

After dinner we came back and crashed, Harry sleeping on the sofa bed and I took the mattress.

The last month and a half had been pretty strange. Harry and I were together, but we hadn't been the same as before. I knew that was okay... it was expected, I mean. What Luna did really shook me up and I almost let her have the last laugh.

Never again.

There was also Victor and Russell, but for now, Luna was the priority. She had a race tonight and Harry and I would be waiting for her.

Lucas and Harry had started talking after I let Harry know who he was and what he does for a living. Harry's jealousy surged when I told him I took Lucas' virginity but the slap on the back of his head I gave him thankfully knocked some sense back into him. That's how we knew Luna was here. They had started registering under different names for races to make her less traceable.

We knew she'd be at the big races, and tonight's was huge. Niall wasn't racing at this one with Rumer and Z because they had a lot to prepare for in Cartagena, Colombia, the location of the next race. We weren't sure about Luna being there yet but hopefully we would be able to have a one and done with her tonight, and worry about Russel and Victor.

Russell was still nowhere to be seen. Rumer had tried calling and he didn't answer. Victor was also underground and it was suspicious but well, what were we going to do about it?

Harry had been in the bathroom for the past twenty minutes shaving again, because he had been growing out that stubble and it was bothering him. Clean shaven Harry was honestly my fucking favorite. It made him more irresistible than usual and it took a lot of self control to not jump on him whenever he was.

Another downside of this whole travel thing was the fact that there was no fucking diet coke. Only Coca Cola Lite. What the fuck was that? I didn't hate it, but fuck, why couldn't I just get a diet soda?

"Ben, hand me the aftershave, it's in my luggage." I hear Harry tell me from the bathroom, and I move to get it for him, knocking on the door before opening it up and seeing him in all his glory.

Fuck.

Black silk shirt, slacks, his hair is pushed back into a quiff... no board, green eyes... Jesus Christ, he was just.... He was the devil.

"What?" He says, turning to look at me.

"I don't want to feed your ego anymore but holy shit." I tell him, handing him the bottle.

He smirks at me, eyes scanning my body. I'm in my usual all black, the same leather boots, and my hair was pushed to the side, half of it tucked behind my ear.

"You look gorgeous too, sinner." He replies, patting the fresh smelling liquid on his face before wiping his hands, pulling me towards him and sitting me on the counter, standing between my legs. "What are you thinking about?" He asks.