Forget My Name - H.S

CHAPTER 14

CALLIE PRESTON

"Harry," I say quietly, about 20 minutes into the drive. My house wasn't that far away from town, so I don't know why it was taking so long and from the looks of it, we were almost in central London, "Where are we actually going?"

He looks at me over his shoulder, keeping one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the rested on the car door.

"It's a surprise." A smile creeps across his face and his dimples pop. He then looks back at the busy road, taking his arm off of the door and sliding his fingers back through his hair. The way he drove was so mesmerising. He would only ever have one hand on the wheel and would turn it with the palm of his hand pressed against it, his ring covered fingers straight out over the edge of the wheel, only gripping round the leather when he wasn't turning the wheel. He seemed to drive with his left hand, which was strange because he was definitely right handed.

"Why do you drive with your left hand if you're right handed?" I ask before even realising it was the weirdest question I could asked ever and now I could feel my cheeks going red. He shrugs his shoulders, dipping his eyes down to examine his hands.

"I don't know, just always have driven this way. I usually have a joint in my right hand," He says, swapping so his right hand is now on the wheel and his left hand is resting on my thigh. "But I'll make an exception for you."

He squeezes my bare thigh, and I can feel his cold rings against my skin. A small shiver goes up my back and arches slightly in reflex. He notices and I can see him smirk in my peripheral vision as he slides his hand further up my leg, so his pinkie finger goes under the hem of my dress.

Another shiver goes up my back and I arch again. I was very ticklish and sensitive everywhere and the fact that it was Harry didn't make it any easier.

"We're here." He says cutting the silent tension and pulling his hand away to rest on the top of the steering wheel. He looks over at me, smiling at me innocently like he didn't just slide his hand under my dress. I roll my eyes, huffing out a laugh.

I look around us, noticing three other cars, large white pillars, and glass shop fronts with displays in the windows. It looked like a posh hotel, but I couldn't see the name of it from where we were parked. It was definitely in central London and I got nervous from just that.

We both get out of the car and I walk round to his side as he laces his arm round my waist, pulling me close and throwing his other arm behind his head, keeping his green eyes fixed to mine the whole time. I hear the sound of a click and a flash, and he starts to walk away. I pull my head back to check that his car was actually locked, I couldn't face something that fancy getting stolen or vandalised.

"Callie, the car is fine. Come on." He says, looking down at me and then in front of us to the large white building. I looked up and caught a glimpse of the large green lettering and mirror sign saying 'SAVOY'. My mouth drops at the sight of it, knowing this was one of the poshest and most expensive places in London and I'm going on a date here with Harry.

"What the fuck, Harry!" I gasp, looking up at the huge white hotel in front of me. He laughs through his noise and squeezes me tighter, as if I was his stuffed teddy that he thought was going to jump up and run away. I usually didn't like this much physical contact, but I couldn't get enough of it with him.

"Is this okay?" He says, running his hand through his hair again as we start to walk towards the hotel entrance. My mouth is gaping open and I'm struggling to form a sentence.

"Harry, this is one of the most expensive hotels in England. Of course it's fucking okay!" I shout, completely unable to hold in my excitement. He smiles and lets out a quiet chuckle as if I've lost my mind over a piece of paper. We walk along the black tiles as my heels click against them (thank God I wore these and not my Converse) and around the small black and green fountain.