Their Princess: outer banks

Car Rides and Hurricanes

TW: swearing, emetophobia, extreme weather, smut, talk of toxic household
        
Song for chapter 1:
Song name: Postpone
Artist: Catfish and the Bottlemen

Second person pov:

You were in a car with your boys, Rafe and Topper. You had been in a relationship for a few years now, close friends knew of it- but no one else did. You all preferred to keep it out of the public eye. You and Rafe had been together for two years, however Topper had joined the two of you a few months ago. Much to Sarah's dismay- although she did cheat on him for a reason unknown to this day.

Topper was in the back with you, whilst Rafe drove since you didn't want to be on your own for such a long time.
"How long until we're back?" You groan, as your head collided with Toppers shoulder (as you throw your head back).
Rafe looks at you and Top through the mirror, "Top, I thought you were back there to keep her from moaning the whole way." He said, turning up the car radio to listen to the news for a little while- completely ignoring your question. You huff and lean you head on the car window, as you watch the cars on the opposing road fly past at intense speed. You feel Topper's mouth come up to your ear, "Not long babe, only another three and a half hours or so..." you groan from fustration, always hating car rides because of your travel sickness.

"What's wrong moody bitch?" Rafe asks about half an hour later, (after he had finished listening to the radio) as you feel the nauseous effect begin to rise in your body. You begin to panic at the feeling, whilst trying to prevent the inevitable from happening. You feel Topper's hand caress your bare stomach, and lean into his touch- trying to make the feeling fuck off. "Hey, I asked you a question." Rafe repeated, you could sense that this could possibly be the beginning of one of your migraines that bedridden you for at least twenty-four hours- but was more likely just the ill feeling.
"Travel sickness." You groaned, still leaning on you boyfriend who was shaking his head.
"I thought you took one of those pills to stop it happening back at the gas station?" Top stated, now starting to stroke his fingers through your thick, naturally-blonde hair.

First Person (Kathrine's pov):

I groan again, the nauseous feeling making me uncomfortable as it usually did. "I did, I took two actually." I told him, he looked at me with concern. I grabbed his hand, tightly. Top's finger touched my cheek, whilst I put my hand over my mouth and gagged.
"Shit, Rafe you gotta pull over man." Topper told our boyfriend; I felt the vomit rise in my throat.
"Seriously, Kat?" I nodded, as he sharply pulled over his van and I raced out of the car onto the grassy back at the side of the road. I crouched over and felt my breakfast leave my stomach. I hated throwing up, I had really bad emetophobia which never really helped the situation. Closing my eyes and feeling the liquid drip down my mouth, I shook my hands hating the feeling; still panicking.
"Hey, hey calm down Kat." Topper and Rafe appeared on either side of me, one of them gently rubbing my shoulders as I wiping the vomit's residue from my mouth. "You are so going in the front for the rest of the way." Rafe informed me, pecking a kiss on my forehead and chuckling slightly.
I was going to tell him that I didn't want to leave Topper alone in the back but I suddenly felt the rise of bile surge up my throat again. Rafe knew straight away what was going to happen and quickly pulled my hair back into a make-shift ponytail. Whilst Topper was still lightly massaging my shoulders.
"I think I'm going to stay out here a bit longer." I told the lads, who were both standing in front of me. "I think that's a good idea." Topper spoke up, before leaving to walk to the rear of the car.
Rafe came and sat beside me, one of his arms pulling my body, close, to his. "I'm sorry I ruined your trip." I admitted, "twice."
"You couldn't of helped it, we both knew it was going to happen and planned ahead." He replied, just as Topper came around the corner holding a jet-black, plastic bucket towards me- I took it gratefully. "It was our trip, baby. Now get back in the car cause we need to get back before it goes dark." I nodded, getting in the front seat next to Rafe.
"What about Top though?" I asked as we set off again.
"What about him?"
"I'm fine in the back don't worry, Kat. As long as I can hear your voices I'm perfect." He smirked, as I felt my eyelids begin to flutter.
"Go to sleep, we'll wake you up when we get back home." Rafe smiled at me, placing one of his hands on top on mine as I felt myself drifting off into the peaceful silence.