Falling In Love (L.S)

Chapter 8

"Are you sure you have everything?" Harry knows Carly is tired of hearing him ask this question but he knows her. He knows as soon as they get on the road she's going to say she forgot something and then they'll have to turn around. It's already two in the afternoon, and Harry will get upset if they get off schedule.

"I swear on everything holy, if you ask me one more time if I forgot anything I will..." She trails off and then heads upstairs. Harry waits, semi-patiently, as she comes back down with her curlers in hand. Harry raises a brow but doesn't respond verbally; merely suppresses a smirk. She huffs with a smile on her own face as she leans up for a quick kiss.

"Now I'm ready." She admits as she goes to leave out the door. "I promise." Harry hums and looks around the place to make sure everything is cut off. Happy with what he sees he closes and locks the front door—leaving.

He's not really sure what to talk about as they drive. She's making small talk about things her friends have done or said and he hums and makes comments when he's supposed to. He used to be so happy with Carly, like genuinely so but as of late he can't help but seem displeased with it. It feels as if someone slapped Harry so hard that he's now looking at his life from a different vantage point of view and he's not really sure if he likes what he's seeing.

Carly is boring. She talks about things he doesn't care about and for the life of him he can't seem to remember why he was so happy to begin with. He sighs and pushes those thoughts away; he's been with Carly for so long it makes him feel guilty for even entertaining the idea that there's someone out there for him—someone better. Someone who actually makes him smile for no reason at all.

His thoughts are brought to a halt when he sees the signs that let him know they now entering Helen, GA. It's a nice area really. Feels like an older version of Germany, and he loves being here since it's so peaceful.

The first time he went to Helen was with his family when he was six; even though he tries not to think about his father he can't help but admit how much fun the trip was. They visited a haunted house, played mini golf, watched fudge get made, swam all day, and even had the best pizza of his six-year-old life. It was a peaceful trip; one of the rare ones.

"I love this place H, it's so pretty." Carly gushes and Harry hums his agreement. They turn into their hotel parking lot and are quickly greeted. The hotel looks nice, yet kind of old at the same time. Its colors are a brownish orange and white. The floors are a type of marble and seem to be up to date so that's a plus.

"I feel like I'm in Germany or something." Carly says and Harry can't really tell by her tone if she's saying it out of awe or annoyance; he doesn't comment.

He just goes up to the front desk and checks in. The woman at the desk smiles politely and alerts Harry that their room isn't ready yet and won't be until another four hours or she can upgrade them to a suit with double beds and Jacuzzi tub if they'd like.

Harry doesn't hesitate with taking the offer but he does snort on his way up to the room at how this is playing out already. He goes away on a trip with Louis and all they have is a one bed in the room, but he goes away with his girlfriend and all they have are separate beds. It's literally like the universe is trying to tell Harry something; something he doesn't want to admit to yet. Like his mother always says 'denial isn't just a river.'

"Oh this is so nice Harry." Carly interrupts his thoughts by saying. He blinks and looks around the room, it is nice. The carpet is a hideous green color but the couch is a plain black couch that faces a television that's in an entertainment center.

There are white curtains that cover glass doors that lead to a wide balcony with two chairs on it. The balcony looks over part of the city and it's a gorgeous view. The bedroom is fairly large; there are two queen beds in the room with ugly flower blankets covering them.