Evie | H.S |

108. Cinnamon

A/N: a bit of a long one. I hope this makes up for weeks of edging just a little bit 🤪

"Eve?"

I heard a gentle knock at the bedroom door before it creaked open. In a daze, I rolled over and looked towards Harry who stood in the doorway. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I hummed in response.

He wore a white button-up shirt that had khaki green stitch detailing with a pair of black corduroy pants in a relaxed fit. His hair was clipped back off his face and he had white Vans on his feet. He looked as though he was ready to head out.

"You need to get up now darling" he continued, leaning up against the frame of the door.

I wasn't due to be picked up till midday and it can't have been later than 9:30.

I let an arm reach out to the bedside to grab my phone. 9:30 was an excellent guess because it was only ten past.

"I'm not getting picked up till later" I croaked, sitting up in the bed.

"Oh shit, yeah, cancel that" he muttered, moving to take a seat on the end of the bed. "I'm driving you."

"Now?" I asked. "I didn't even know you had a car here..." He mentioned he didn't have a car in Italy at the moment.

"I have my modes" he smirked, proudly popping a dimple that saw me panic a little.

"If it's one of them Vespa things, no chance" I told him firmly.

"Just get up" he sighed, reaching across to pat my legs that extended under the duvet before pulling it down off of me. He got off the bed and headed for the door, speaking over his shoulder. "Twenty minutes, alright?"

With a groan, I shuffled back down on the bed. If there was one thing I hated more than air travel, it was anything on two wheels.

And surprises.

If I was indeed going to be forced onto the back of a damn scooter, I knew not to fuss with my hair too much. I brushed it out, my natural waves forming immediately, and tucked it behind my ears.

I put on a little mascara, a tinted cherry lip balm and some bronzer for a little colour, before packing up my things in the ensuite.

I was going to miss this house. Harry was right: it was a little slice of paradise. And like he'd mentioned about it being good when things got too loud, I think it was exactly what we needed to get to a better place.

Though we would never be back to Harry and Evie, we were at least getting to a newer version of that where we were more than just civil; we were going to be leaving at friends.

I had no idea what was next for us and what 'friends' looked like, but at the very least it would mean I wouldn't suffer that awful uncomfortable sinking feeling anytime I heard his name mentioned or his music played.

I pulled on the same black linen pants from yesterday and paired them with a fresh white tank top and matching linen over-shirt. Shoving all of my belongings into my bag, I dragged it off the bed and down to the floor so that I could make the bed.

"Evie! C'mon" I could hear him faintly calling for me from downstairs. I slipped on my checkered Vans sneakers and before I'd made it to the door, he was up on the second floor taking my bags off me and rushing down the stairs in a huff.

"I don't know why you're in such a rush" I muttered, following in his trail with my tote bag over my shoulder.

"Cause I don't want to be late" he bit back, pulling up the extendable handle on my bag to wheel it out.