Nightingale

forty-two

TW: mild violence, vomiting. 

Harry's POV

You never really know some people until you have to spend 45 hours in a car with them. Even if you live with these said people you aren't constantly around them for every second of the day. I don't think I've ever wanted to blow my brains out so bad until I had to sit in a car with 3 of my best mates.

We've only made it about 40 hours through our drive, each taking shifts on who's driving, only stopping for gas or bathroom trips but other than that we've all been trapped in a car together, ready to rip each other to shreds. I'm currently sitting in the passenger's seat. Since our last rotation I got to sleep for a bit in the back seat, well I maybe got a total of an hour's worth of sleep since I would wake up every 10 minutes to someone bitching out someone else or a bumpy road. Once I got up into the passenger's seat I have been trying to actually get some sleep but Niall keeps kicking my seat every so often.

When I feel him kick it again I snap my eyes open and quickly whip around in my seat and see him sitting with his eyes closed and headphones in his ears. I grab the front section of his hair, pulling him forward so his forehead hits the headrest in front of him.

Niall's eyes shoot open after I release my grip from his hair and he rips his headphones out of his ears. "The fuck was that for?" He shouts while rubbing his forehead.

"Stop kicking my seat, I'm trying to sleep."

"You could've asked nicely and not been a dick about it for fucks sake." He groans.

"I did ask nicely four times ago. Do it again and I'll cut your legs off." I tightly say before turning back around and slumping into my seat. I rub my temples to try and ease the constant headache I've had from this whole trip. Well and the fact that I haven't had a fucking drink in almost 3 days. Now I understand how hard it is to stay sober.

"Dick." Niall scoffs under his breath but just loud enough that I can hear it.

"Niall, my sanity is hanging by a thin piece of thread. Don't push me over the edge right now. Keep your mouth shut and your legs off of my seat for the next 5 hours and we will have a dandy time."

Liam is driving now for the next 3 hours since he and Louis switched off. We have a nice little rotation going on which is the most organization this entire plan has. I hate going into shit like this without a plan but honestly when you find out information like this you have to make a move, and fast.

"What's the plan for when we get there?" Liam asks while continuing to drive down the highway.

"I haven't gotten that far yet. I still have 5 hours to figure that out."

"Well are we killing him right away or do you want answers? I just need to know if I need to clear our radar for the next couple months after this shit because we don't cross borders, this isn't our jurisdiction." Liam sighs while slightly turning his head to look at me, probably trying to gauge my mood at the moment.

"I know some people in Canada who will handle cleaning up for us and make sure we go undetected. I need answers because I need to know how he got there and why the fuck Parker lied to Callie." I say while continuing to rub my temples.

"Are you sure she lied though? That just doesn't sound like Parker. Maybe she did have a meeting with Howard and didn't tell you because you stormed out of the house."

"She would've told me. She had no reason to hide it from me."

"Callie said Parker was meeting him at the publishing house right?" Liam asks for confirmation.