Driving Mr. Styles

4

Friday, 9.24

Louis drove Harry to a photoshoot. After some polite small talk, Harry began to talk about the photoshoot.
"So it's gonna take a couple of hours. Wanna come with me?"

"I can watch?" Louis questioned.

"Or you can just go and do whatever you want. Watching me pose in front of a camera must be boring as hell. It was just an idea." Harry chuckled.

"I'd love to watch, see how it is behind the scenes. That's cool. Are you sure?" Louis smiled.

"Of course. Come on." Harry answered and got out of the car.

Louis locked the car and followed him inside.
"He's here!" Someone shouted as soon as they entered a room and Louis had to bite his tongue not to shout back "missed me?" He was sure that joke would fall flat.

A man came walking up to them, or more like skipping. He grabbed Harry's shoulders and kissed his cheeks.
"Harry darling! It's been too long. You look fabulous!"

"Hi, Harris." Harry smiled.

Harris's eyes fell on Louis and he gasped and clasped a hand over his mouth dramatically before he waves it in his direction.
"Oh. My. God. Who is this? You're gorgeous. Just look at those cheekbones. A model?"

"This is my friend, Louis. He's keeping me company." Harry introduced him.

Louis was surprised that he called him a friend instead of just telling this Harris that he was his driver. He reached out a hand to greet Harris and he gave him his hand to kiss. Louis smirked but complied. Harris was a stereotypical gay. He just had to be.

On cue, Harris clasped his hands together.
"Just wait until you see the clothes I have for you."

"I'm sure they're wonderful." Harry smiled.

Harris brought them to another room and walked up to a rack. Louis watched as Harry was shown one outfit after another. Some bold choices if Louis could say so. He was more of a black suit white shirt kind of guy. These were colorful suits in different patterns, but they would look good on Harry. No doubt about it. Harry just smiled and nodded his head.

After that, it was time for hair and make-up. Harry made sure to pull out a chair for Louis and he took a seat next to him, and Harry chatted while a stylist worked on him.
"I always loved fashion. What women wear. What men wear. For me, it's not a question of that. If I like it, I'll wear it."

"I think that's awesome and it looks good on you, whatever you wear." Louis answered.

"Thank you." Harry smiled.

Louis spent the next two hours watching Harry pose for the camera in one crazy outfit after another. He looked great. Truly.

Afterward, they headed back to the car. Harry seemed gloomy all of a sudden.
"I have to see Camille now."

Right. Another stunt. Louis drove him to the airport where Harry was supposed to pick up the model. At least that's what the paps had been told. Louis bet she hadn't even been on a plane from somewhere. He tried to cheer him up by telling him fun stories from back home and Harry was soon giggling. Mission completed.
"You're the best driver I ever had. I want you to come to the States with me." Harry said.

"What?" Louis was stunned.

"I have to go to L.A. in a month to meet my band and write a new album. I want you to continue to be my driver. I pay for the ticket and your housing and everything. Please come." Harry pleaded.

Louis's mind was blown. He had always wanted to go to L.A. This was a great opportunity but it was a bit crazy.
"You can get anyone to drive you, heck, you can drive your own car for crying out loud."

"True, but I want you to drive me." Harry grinned.

"How long are we talking about?" Louis questioned.

"Three months for starters. What do you say?" Harry asked?

"How can I say no to that? I accept." Louis smiled, heart beating excitedly. He was going to L.A. He couldn't believe it.

"Awesome!" Harry grinned.

Louis glanced at him.
"You're crazy, you know that? You literally just met me."

"I feel comfortable around you." Harry replied simply.

They arrived at the airport and Harry let out a sigh.
"Okay, I'm gonna get her. We're driving her home. I'll be back soon."

"Okay." Louis replied.

He stepped out to take a smoke. Harry was walking inside the airport with his bodyguard while the paparazzi took his photo. They followed him inside, camera flashes going off every second. Louis would go crazy. Thank God he wasn't famous.

He put the cigarette out and got back in the car. Ten minutes later Harry walked out of the airport with his arm around that model. They hurried over to the car and Harry opened the door for Camille before he walked around and got in on the other side. Louis had turned on the engine in the meantime and as soon as they had buckled in he took off.
"Louis, this is Camille." Harry introduced them.

"Hello." Louis greeted.

"Hi." Camille answered.

"Where are we going?" Louis asked.

She gave him her address and he noticed the French accent. She wasn't rude or anything. She just treated him like a personnel, which he technically was. He had just gotten used to Harry's friendliness.

The couple in the back didn't talk at all during the ride. They just sat and stared out the window. They arrived at the apartment complex and Camille got out with a frosty goodbye. Harry jumped in the front. He smiled at Louis.
"Let's get out of here."

"Where do you wanna go?" Louis asked as he steered the car on the road again.

Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"You choose, but it can't be public. I don't have a bodyguard."

They were in London for Christ's sake. Not public? Louis thought about it and then he got an idea and drove them out of town to a farmers market. Harry got really excited and they got out of the car and looked at the animals before they entered the small shop. Harry bought some fruits and vegetables before they headed back. Louis dropped him off at his house.
"I'll see you on Monday."

"Yes, it's been a great week thanks to you." Harry smiled before he got out of the car.

Louis also had a great week.