In The Crowd

Chapter 8

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Harry's P.O.V.

To say I'm nervous was an understatement, I was anxiety on legs at this point.

What was I supposed to say to him? I don't know how to make conversation with a really attractive famous guy.

We awkwardly drove along; me staring at Louis, while he was focusing on the road before us. We weren't talking, but listening to Louis' Spotify playlist, which had some great tunes on it.

I dismiss my thoughts and turn to look out the window, when the song Green Eyes by Coldplay came on I started tapping my fingers along with the beat.

"This song reminds me of you," Louis whispered, "and your lovely green eyes."

I snapped my head towards him, I don't think I was meant to hear that.

He turned to me with a small smile playing on his lips, clearly knowing I heard him.

My eyes widened in shock, as a blush covered my cheeks. I don't know how to reply to that, so I keep my mouth closed and offer him a smile.

Louis chuckles at me, turns back to the road ahead and says, "Don't be so shy, love. I'm a regular person, just like you."

He's right, I need to be a little more calm and just be myself.

"I know," I begin, "it's not an everyday thing to be driving around with a famous person, so I'm quite nervous."

He chuckles and places his hand on my thigh, I think I just died a little.

"Relax, baby." He whispers seductively while patting my thigh.

I gasp at how his words and actions just made me feel.

"S-so, what hotel are y-you staying at?" I ask, trying to redirect my thoughts.

He retracts his hand, making me want to whimper. The spot where his hand was before starts tingling.

"Well, I'm staying at The Caribbean, but I should be staying at my mum's since I'm from here." He says with a sigh, obviously wanting to spend more time with his family.

"Do you have any siblings?" I ask, though I already know the answer.

He turns to face me with a confused look, "Don't you know the answer to that? You are one of my biggest fans."

I look away from him and out the window and say, "Well, yeah. I wanted to spark up some conversation though."

I can sense his smile when he speaks, "I have four lovely sisters, you know their names already. What about you? I'd like to know more about you, Harry."

"There's really not much to know," I start, "but I have an older sister named Gemma."

He turns into the parking lot of his hotel as I finish my answer.

As we drive by, I can see the hotel is a massive white building with many windows and a grand entrance. I guess you could say it looks quite fancy.

We drive around the parking lot, looking for an open space. This place must be popular, there were only 4 spots of 50 open. Louis pulls into a space near the main entrance.

Before getting out of the car, Louis pulled the hood of his green adidas sweater up and puts on a pair of sunglasses. Then, he brushes the non-existent lint off of his grey sweats.