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SHE opened her hotel door, half-awake and tired from the night before. She was rubbing her eyes, which widened at the sight of Harry. "Fuck, did I oversleep?" She questioned. "Actually, the opposite. No one's awake yet and I wanted to hang out with someone." He explained. "Oh. Yeah, come on in." Prairie waved, sniffling as she led him inside.
Harry hadn't seen her without makeup on before, but now that she was by the lamp, he noticed her freckles and a mole beside her lip. Her eyelashes weren't as noticeable, which gave him access to admire her hazel eyes. "I'll start up a pot of coffee." She stated. "Thanks," He murmured. She gave him a small smile and walked to the kitchen.
When she finished, she walked back and sat down beside him on the couch. "How long until you all have to leave?" She asked.
"Three hours." He sighed. "We have three hours to hang out, Mr. Styles. What do you wanna talk about?" She grinned, ignoring the bittersweet feeling in her chest. Her eyes widened. "Can I do your makeup?"
"Yes, but only if we have time to see the sunrise after."
Prairie rushed to her room for her makeup kit. She sat down in front of him, sitting cross crossed. Her knees were on top of his. "Full glam or casual?" She asked. "Do what you'd like, darling, I'm alright with what you want to do." He responded. "We'll do casual so we can do what you'd like." She hummed, turning on the TV for background noise. She turned it onto the music channel and turned it down slightly.
"I'll make this as quick as possible." She promised.
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"Okay, one last touch. Just a little mascara. Look at me." She giggled, leaning forward. His eyes scanned her face as she put her hand on her cheek. "I'm sure you've had this done before, but just don't blink." She requested. "Won't be a problem." He said slyly, staring at her.
"Harry!"
He poked her cheeks. "You're blushing, darling!"
"Shhh." She giggled, placing the wand under his lashes. She made a twisting motion as she pulled up and extended his lashes. She repeated it again and he blinked rapidly when she finished. "I have no idea how Gemma does this!" He exclaimed, putting his hand over his chest. "It's not that bad!" Prairie laughed, picking up her warm coffee mug. "I felt like my eyes were going to get poked!" He frowned. "You'll be okay, Harry. Here," She handed him a mirror.
Harry's eyes widened and he broke out into a grin. "I love it!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"You look pretty," She complimented. Harry's heart nearly stopped.
"Thank you, love."
They went several seconds just looking at one another. Their eyes held unanswered questions and feelings, which may never be solved. "Ready?" Harry asked, breaking their silence.
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Prairie wasn't expecting him to actually want to leave the hotel, but he did. Harry led her down to the Range Rover and opened the door for her, as well as shut it behind her. He got into the driver's side and handed her the AUX cord. "We've got a bit," He said.
"Any requests?" She asked. He shrugged, making this a harder decision. She didn't want to play music he wouldn't like, but she didn't wanna play music she didn't know. So, she took the safe route and chose Fleetwood Mac.
I've been waitin' for you to call and I've been wonderin' If I might fall
"Special Kind of Love," Harry stated with a small smirk. "We had a special kind of love," He sang, looking over at Prairie, whose face was lit up by the passing streetlights. "We had a special kind of love," She continued. Harry's head nearly spun. "You can sing too... Is there anything you can't do, Prai?" He questioned. "Shapeshift," She joked. He laughed and turned the stereo up.
We should have never Let it slip away
Harry put the windows down and stuck his hand out, swaying his head along to the song. Prairie giggled and admired the man beside her. His hair was slowly turning into a golden brown due to the rising sun. His tattoos gleamed and the highlight on his nose sparkled. His eyes were a meadow-- green as the beautiful land. Truly, he was a man of perfection.
She turned back towards the road and ignored the heavy feeling returning to her chest. Not now. Please not now, She thought. Her thoughts were interrupted by a hand resting on her knee. "You alright?" He questioned. "Yeah, just the sun in my eye." She smiled. "Here, love." He handed her a pair of sunglasses and nodded at her to take them.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. What song's on next?"
She looked at the playlist. "I don't know if you like Nirvana---"
"I love Nirvana!"
"You are...incredible." She grinned.
Would you believe me when I tell you You're the queen of my heart
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a/n cutting it short bc im nauseous but the songs in this chapter are Special Kind of Love by Fleetwood Mac and Love Buzz by Nirvana <3
