into the wilderness - h.s.

nineteen

"STYLES!" Tristan bellowed from his spot on the couch. "Why do you have pants on?"

"Harp and I are going skiing!" Harry yelled back as he danced on one foot. We had been trying to get ready to go for over an hour, running around the house in search of the various things we would need on our trip up the mountain. Harry was currently trying to get his snow pants on over his black skinnies, which shouldn't be hard at all. Apparently it was for a tall, lanky, 22 year old male.

"But we had a deal!"

"Fuck the deal, mate. I'm taking Harper skiiing!"

"Oooooo, like a date?" Layla asked as she walked by the mudd room. She didn't even bother to look up from her phone as she continued down the hall.

I groaned. "Yes, Layla, like a date."

"Have fun, and don't be home too late. I'll put some protection for you guys upstairs!" She called from the opposite end of the house.

"Layla!" I yelled, burying my blushing face in my scarf. "We're just going skiing!"

"I know!"

"Shut up!" Tristian yelled. "If you two want to talk to eachother about condoms, do it where no one else can hear."

"Bleeding Christ," Harry mumbled as be managed to get his pants all the way on. "Finally." 

We managed to find everything and pack it all into Harry's black range rover before four o'clock. We were going to a local ski town that was only twenty miles north of us. Our plan is to go into town and get something to eat and then have a night ski when the resort was all lit up with lights. I still found it quite suprising that a ski resort would be open this early in the season, but I guess that it snowed early enough up here that they could begin making their money early.

It took us about an hour to travel the twenty miles. With the amount of traffic there was on the small highway, you'd think we were driving somewhere they had never seen snow before. I'm pretty sure Harry threatened to kill whoever was in the car in front of us at least fifty times. I threatened to throw one of the Snickers that we were snacking on, but Harry wouldn't let me throw the "precious food."

It was completely dark when we finally go to town, Harry was very pissed off , and I was laughing, which caused him to become even more ticked off if that was possible. We pulled into a 24-hour Cracker Barrell which seemed to be the only decently priced resturant in this town. It took three pancakes and two links of sausage before he was calm enough to talk without cursing every other phrase.

"You doing alright buddy?" I asked him as I was cutting into my second pancake.

"I get so stressed when I get stuck in traffic." He sighed and pushed a hand through his hair. He had done this many times in the past hour, something I was beginning to think was very sexy.

"Oh sorry, I couldn't tell," I rolled my eyes sarcastically as I popped another bite of pancake into my mouth.

He growled and pushed his hand through his hair once again. "I don't need your sass, Harp."

"I find it incredibly sexy when you push your hand through your hair like that," I said quietly.

He growled again, but I saw an emotion flash behind his eyes.

"Really?" He asked, but it was more of a statement.

"Really," I said, consentrating on cutting my pancake so I wouldnt have to look into his eyes. I didn't admit things like this aloud very often. Even though it is always nice to give a complement, I find it intimidating, especially when it is an exceptionally attractive male with dark hair and light eyes. I continued blushing as I stuffed a bite of pancake into my mouth.