ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕒 | H.S |

nine - learning

Townes' POV

I woke up the next morning morning to someone sitting on the bed. I rubbed my eyes and peeked up to see it was Harry. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him. His hair was going in twenty different directions and his eyes were hooded, filled with sleep no matter how much he tried to rub it away.

"I have a bloody headache, but we have to go." He said and I sat up stretching.

"I feel fine, I can drive." I smiled at him.

He furrowed his eyes brows at me, "You feel fine? You probably had more to drink than me."

"Nothing can take me down baby. I'm built special." I smirked at him and he shook his head chuckling a bit.

"Have you ever driven on the opposite side of the road?"

I shrugged, "No, but it can't be that much harder."

His eyes widened a bit and he smirked, "This should be fun, and at least it'll keep me awake."

—

It was hard. Very hard, and Harry was enjoying my fear and driving skills a little too much. He was grabbing at his stomach from how hard he was laughing.

"I thought you had a headache!" I said, glaring at him quickly before moving my eyes back to the road.

"I thought you said it wouldn't be hard?" He teased, reaching over and tickling my side softly.

"Harry don't! I will murder us!" I exclaimed smacking his hand away. He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. He pointed out in front of us.

"In a bit there will be a pullout, drive in there, I'll get us there from here, suddenly I feel better." He smiled over at me and I nodded not moving my eyes from the road.

I drove until I saw the pullout and pulled in, turning off the car and taking a deep breath in. I unbuckled my seatbelt and made my way out of the car as Harry came over to my side. I closed the door and leaned against it glaring at him softly.

"Hey, you did great, we aren't dead so that's always good." He teased and I couldn't help but smile at him. I didn't want to look away, I suddenly felt a fear that when we got back, it would be like the first time we kissed.

"Can I ask you something?" I said and he nodded,  "You aren't going to ignore me the minute we get back right?"

He smiled a bit and reached up, running his thumb softly on my tattoo, then gently down my neck. My head fell back slightly and my eyes closed at his touch, "Not this time. I have different plans."

I straightened my head and looked at him, choosing for once not to question, "Okay. Good." I smiled before pushing him away softly so I could walk over and get in the car.

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We got back in time for me to shower and change before my fitting, which I was grateful for because I didn't want to walk in reeking of tequila.

Our fitting was separate from Harry's and the longer we spent away the more he preoccupied my mind. He was giving me tiny bits of something that felt like a drug. His touch, was something I needed on me, and I got chills thinking about it.

"Everything okay?" The wardrobe lady said peeking up at me and I blushed a bit.

"Yes, sorry, just got cold out of no where." I smiled small and she went back to taking in the pants I was wearing.

We worked through a couple outfits, Mitch cracking jokes about every single one we tried on. Different versions of pants suits seemed to be the vibe, and personally I was living for every minute of it.