Dépaysement (h.s)

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Delilah Lavigne

First entry.

Harry bought me this journal in a gas station that we stopped at somewhere in Illinois. He said it would help me come to terms with my 'feelings.'

We've been driving for over 30 hours. Every one of us has driven twice, Harry now on his third time.

We didn't want to stop anywhere to sleep when we can just do it in the car. We've only stopped for gas, the bathroom and food. We want to get to our destination as quick as possible.

We've decided on Rhode Island as the state we're going to be in for a while. We can't stay for too long considering it's tiny and we can't blend in that well but it's also a state no one would think to look for us at in the meantime.

We know we're on borrowed time until someone comes, it doesn't take a rocket scientist for someone to figure out that it was Harry who killed both Enzo and Luca.

While I sit in the passenger seat with Harry to my left, I can feel his eyes on me. He can see me writing and I'm sure he's so curious as to what I'm saying.

My hand is getting tired, how do people do this so much and not get arthritis?

I guess I'll be back soon. I have more to talk about, don't worry.

I close the journal and put it in my bag along with the pen, "Take a picture it'll last longer." I refer to Harry's staring problem.

His left hand is pressed on the steering wheel while his right arm rests on the center console and his hand on his chin. He side eyes me with a smirk, "Can't unfortunately, don't have my phone."

We dumped all of our devices the minute we drove off in Washington, we need to avoid being tracked at all costs.

"You getting tired? I don't mind driving for a bit, if I get tired I'll just wake Niall and make him think it's his turn." I chuckle.

He shrugs with a smile, "No it's okay, I like doing it—helps me think."

I nod, "I get it."

Everyone is asleep behind us, it's the middle of the night somewhere halfway through the state of Indiana. It's hard to check what city or town we're in when all you have is a paper map and not an actual gps.

A few minutes of silence passes until I start speaking my mind, "My ass hurts." I shift in my seat and sit with my legs against my chest.

He huffs a laugh, "How is that even comfortable? I'd pull a muscle sitting like that."

I shrug, "That's because you're six feet tall and I'm barely pushing five-three bucko."

He points at me, "Six-one on a good day."

I salute him with a pout and furrowed brows, "Yes, sir." He rolls his eyes sarcastically at my gesture.

I look behind me to see everyone asleep. The sight of the three boys right behind me causes a guttural laugh in me—I cover my mouth to stifle it but it escapes further into the air.

"What?" Harry confusedly asks.

"Look at them." I point to them while still laughing.

He looks into the rearview mirror and starts chuckling at the sight.

Liam is behind me with his head rested on the seat and his mouth wide open catching flies as Louis sits in the middle resting his head on Liam's shoulder—Zayn doing the exact same thing on Louis' shoulder from behind Harry's seat. The thing that gets me the most is the drool dripping down Zayn's cheek and onto Louis, I just know he'll be so pissed when he wakes up.