Cards Against Us All {HS}

-Chapter Seventeen-

Chapter Seventeen:

Clara

We stayed in Paris for a few more days during which we didn't do a whole lot. IT was more of a sight seeing thing.

There was one night when we all sat down, excluding Harry, and had an overview of what went down at the casino. This included how much money everyone won and how much alcohol I drank. It also included how very laid Billie got that night as they were restricted from drinking during the evening.

Harry and I got back that night via a taxi and we did get in and were told that if we vomited on the seats we would be charged a fine.

Luckily, neither of us were sick but we did make an executive decision that we wouldn't have sex because neither of us were sober enough to make comptetent decision.

Although the bathroom at the bar we found, may as well have had my picture drawn in my cum. Thinking about it made me feel a bit grim but when I remember the orgasms I feel a bit better. The owner of the bar shouted something in French through the door and Harry threw some aggressive French words back as he pumped his fingers inside me.

I came and we left the bathroom giggling. We both avoided the side eyes from the owner and went back to the bar to get even more drunk.

On the last day of Paris, we had to pack so we could go to our next stop. Billie helped me. Although she didn't actually pack this time, she did guide me through the perfect way to pack.

"You need to roll your underwear and then shove them into your shoes." She told me off for just folding my underwear.

"If I pack these like you say, will you just tell me where we're going?" I tried to reason with her. I'd been trying to get the trip route out of her for so long and it was pissing me off how I didn't know where we were going.

"I ain't fucking telling you woman!" She shouted at me.

"Just fucking tell me. Stop being such a bitch!" I shouted back at her.

Billie just laughed at me. "I'll tell you the country."

"Well I guess that will have to fucking do, won't it!"

"We're going to Spain for four weeks." She told me.

We couldn't have been staying at the same place for four weeks. There must have meant that there were two, three or even four places we were going.

"I even gave you how long we were staying for. Lucky you!" Billie teased.

"Don't I just feel so special." Rolling my eyes, I said to her.

It was like one moment I was packing and then the next we were pulling into the entrance of a private airport.

"Are we getting on a plane?" Harry asked nervously.

"Yes, hence why we're at an airport, idiot." Billie answered him, rolling her eyes. I knew she meant it playfully and so did Harry as he laughed, pitifully.

I tried to look him in the face but he avoided eye contact with me. So I reached out to him and held my hand over the top of his. The back of his hand to my palm. This got his attention because he turned back to me, chewing on his bottom lip. I squeezed his hand, warily. He turned away, back to watch at the airport pass the window by.

The mini bus, being driven by Gio, was back in action as we took the short journey to a private airfield on the outskirts of Paris. Only this time, I was sitting with Harry in the middle of the bus and Billie was sitting in the back with Zayn.