Red Volkswagen || h.s.

The Very First Night

this is a flashback chapter. to, hence the title, the night they met. but it's from harry's pov this time!!

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I miss you like it was the very first night

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HARRY'S POV

"Mate, what are you even doing?"

"I don't fucking know. I just started driving."

"Where?"

"I'm sure I'll figure that out along the way."

"Well, do you know where you are right now?"

"Um..." I fumble with my phone in my hand as I hold the wheel with the other. I pull up maps, zooming out to see my location in relation to, well, the entire country. "Somewhere in South Carolina."

"Holy shit, you got far."

"I mean, I have been driving all day."

"Okay, well, have fun I guess."

"Thanks." I chuckle. "Are you headed back to LA?"

"Yep. Flight's in the morning."

"You have fun with that."

"Shut up." I hear Liam chuckle on the other end.

"Bye bye now." I shake my head, hanging up the phone and tossing it down to the passenger seat as it reconnects my music to the bluetooth. I glance at the time on the dashboard, seeing that it's a quarter past eight.

I really don't know what I'm doing. I have no idea where I'm going or where to stop for the night, or if I should stop for the night. I could just pull over and crawl into the back of this red Volkswagen bus, it's perfectly comfortable back there for me to fall asleep. I snatched all my stuff in time so I have everything I need.

I'm coming from D.C., of all places, because we were supposed to have a connecting flight back to LA but I spontaneously chose...something else. I couldn't say what came over me, or why it came over me, but all of a sudden I had the urge to go on a road trip. I had zero desire to get on another bloody plane and endure another six hour flight. I couldn't do it. So I eventually found my way to this thing and now I'm eight hours away from D.C., driving aimlessly.

I would say this was a mistake, but it wasn't. It actually feels really freeing.

I'm finally in control for once, so I can basically do whatever the hell I want. I obviously won't do anything overtly idiotic– at least intentionally– but I want to make the most of this summer. We got lucky as fuck with this time and I'll be damned if I waste it. Maybe I could just stop in every major city I can and make my way back to LA. That could be fun.

I'm in South Carolina, so the closest big city would be...Charleston, I think. I've never been there.

How do I get to Charleston?

I reach over to grab my phone again while still looking at the empty road ahead of me, carefully unlocking it as it opens to the maps I had pulled up earlier. Judging by my location, I'm right near Charleston, so I have to be on the right road to eventually exit.

I shrug, hoping a road sign will lead me to where I need to be and toss my phone again. I turn up the music a little to wake me up, yawning and realizing I'm probably more tired than I feel. Sitting and staring ahead of me all day certainly won't pack me with energy, I guess.