Rush (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

When we pulled up at our first stop it felt like only minutes had passed, not hours.

The clock ticked nearer to midnight, the skies threatening to turn dark, as we reached our destination point. Most of the group travelled together, although there were some stragglers as there were over 50 riders all travelling at their own paces and meeting their own needs.

As usual my Dad and I were early, only a few bikers with us. The "hardcore bikers" my Dad called them. I looked around at who I would be spending the majority of the trip with. I preferred to think of them more as the "early birds".

Much to my disgust, I spied that arrogant curly haired boy among them.

Great.

The one who thought I was a loser.

I quickly scanned the crowd in search of Zayn, the nicer of the pair, but my desperate search left me empty handed.

I took one last look in the direction of the curly haired boy, and just as I did so, he was removing his jacket. A small gasp emitted my lips without my control as I took in his appearance.

His biceps flexed delicately under his thin, white cotton shirt. His body art seeping through in intricate patterns. I gazed up to admire his prominent facial features and our eyes collided.

His stare pierced through me causing me to shuffle in my stance. It took some effort, but I managed to return a glare of my own.

We were locked in an intimate battle, his green orbs searing my skin, scrutinising my very core.

Just as I was beginning to enjoy our little lockdown, his gaze left mine as one of his friends shoved him on the shoulder. I could just about make out what they were saying.

"Harry! What are you doing here?" the friend said

Ahh.. so his name is Harry.

"Niall mate. Wasn't sure if you were going to make it" Harry replied

"Where's our Zayn got to then?" Niall asked

"Dunno. He was with me earlier" Harry's responses were limited. I could tell from this slight communication that he and his 'mate' weren't exactly mates at all.

Before turning away to walk off, Harry gave me one last piercing glare.

In his absence I felt almost lonely. What just happened? Why did he stare at me so? And why did I like it?

*****

My Dad and I set up our tent in a less occupied area of the campsite, desperate to get some rest.

That's what we normally did.

My Dad kept separate from the drunk, rowdy men that were often associated with these trips, and for that I was thankful.

Our tent was nothing too fancy, nor too modest. Since we would be spending the majority of the summer in it, my Dad decided to splash out a little, purchasing a two bedroom tent so as we could both have our own privacy. Something that road trips often lacked.

I was already in my pyjama's so when I went to brush my teeth, I covered up with a baggy hoody.

I was grateful for the warm weather that the summer brought.

I made my way over to the communal toilet block, and unfortunately I had to pass a group of drunks huddled around a camp fire. A series of wolf whistles could be heard and I found myself wishing for nothing more than to be wearing anything other than my tight pyjama shorts. I pulled at my hoody, desperately trying to cover up.

I decided to try a different route back, anxious to dodge the group of intoxicated males. I let out a sigh of relief when I arrived back to my tent trouble free, only to sharply suck it back in again.

Beside my tent was a newly pitched one, and beside that, was the green eyed boy. Harry.

He hadn't yet noticed me, and I planned on keeping it that way. I swiftly turned around only to bang straight into a rock hard figure. I slowly lifted my gaze to meet the face of my blocker, only to be completely dazzled by a breathtaking grin. Zayn.

"Oh hey! You're the marble girl right?" he teased

"Melanie" I reminded him

He responded with another breathtaking smile. "C'mon. I want you to meet my mates" he said

For someone as covered in ink and piercings as he, he wasn't half as intimidating as I had expected. In fact he was quite the opposite, bubbly and kind.

I hesitantly followed behind him as he made his way over to my neighbouring tent.

"This is Harry" he said, pointing at the mop of curly hair.

No response.

Not that I had really expected one anyway... But I had. I wanted the attention of the glittering green eyes. I wanted him to look up at me, even if it was only for a second. I wanted him.

Wait. What am I thinking. Of course I don't want the attention of this asshole who has done nothing but belittle me since I laid eyes on him. Of course I don't.

But I do.

I walk on past and Zayn introduced me to a few more. I recognise the guy from earlier, Niall "...and there's Frank, Liam, Louis and Sam..." I smile and nod at them all in turn. They all seem nice.

Much nicer than Harry anyway.

Zayn offers me a beer, and I refuse telling him I have to get back to my Dad.

I hear Harry snort with laughter, and I realise that he must have heard.

My cheeks heat in response.

I thank Zayn for the offer and say goodbye walking off to my neighbouring tent.

I turn to smile at Zayn one last time before dipping under the unzipped doorway, but he's already gone. Vanished into the pool of drunken boys.

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