Road Trip

32- Pink Boxers, Questionable Decisions

Harry groggily opened his eyes and slowly took in his surroundings. He surveyed the cheap motel furniture and his clothes from last night, discarded on the carpeted floor. He looked over and saw Jessica, curled up on her side, hair sprawled across the pillow and his chest. He smiled down at her and lightly traced her lips with the pad of his thumb. He drank in every detail of her peaceful features; the way her dark lashes kissed her cheeks, how her full lips were slightly parted, and her look of complete serenity.

"God she is beautiful." Harry softly whispered to himself. After a few moments, he managed to tear his gaze away from her and aimlessly reach for his cell phone on the night stand. He unlocked it and immediately saw four missed calls from TJ and a text from Niall.

"Shit." He cursed under his breath. Gingerly, he detached himself from Jessica and carefully slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. Dailing TJ's number, his mind ran threw possible scenarios of what she would do when she found out what happened last night. Harry inwardly groaned. "She's going to kill us, especially me."

"You're fucking right I will. Just wait until I get my hands on y'all fuckers." a sleepy but clearly angry voice quipped from his phone, starling Harry out of his stupor.

"Fuck, TJ I'm sorry we took the jeep and drove off like that and stranded you and Niall, are you both okay?" Harry immediately apologized.

"We're fine, but where are y'all? And what happened to Jessica? She sent me a bunch of drunk texts about stuff that may or may not happened last night and I'm trying to decide on whether to cuss you out or cuss her bastard of a boyfriend out!" TJ seethed.

"I didn't do anything!" Harry said defensively. "In fact, I cared for her and watched over her all last night."

TJ sighed before speaking again. "I know, I'm sorry. I'm cranky in the mornings, especially if I haven't slept enough."

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? And what...activities were you and Niall doing so late last night that you haven't had enough sleep?"

"Absolutely nothing." TJ said. He could her the anger brimming in her voice and smirked. "But I could ask you the same, Styles."

Color immediately rushed to Harry's cheeks. "I- uh- we-uhm," he stammered, caught off guard by her retort. "Nothing happened." He finally choked out.

TJ snorted. "Whatever. Where are y'all? Me and Niall have a ride, so we can meet y'all."

Harry quickly rattled off the directions to the motel and their room number.

"Alright, see y'all in a little bit." TJ announced before hanging up.

*******

TJ rubbed her eyes once more before slowly sitting up. She looked down at the sleeping boy next to her, and for a moment, her heart melted.

"Goodness, he's an angel." She said breathlessly. She hesitantly, ran a finger down the length of his jawline and smiled softly. She looked at him once more before slowly removing the blankets from herself. Almost immediately, Niall's arm around her waist tightened, as if even in his sleep, he was afraid to let her go.

Sleepily, he muttered, "Don't leave" and entangled his fingered with hers.

TJ smiled down at the blonde headed sleeping boy for a moment before leaning down and whispering in his ear, "I'm not going anywhere, Niall." She watched happily as a cute little smile spread across his lips.

"I can see that y'all made up from your little fight last night, huh?" TJ heard a familiar voice call and turned around. It was Casey walking over to them, a cheeky grin spread across his face. He looked her up and down before adding, "And you have all your clothes on, so either y'all did absolutely nothing but slept or you're really fast at getting dressed."