Erin [editing]

TWENTY-THREE| shook

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Friday.

It's a day where everyone's excited for no fucking reason. Some would say it's because the weekend is near. But in this case, Blair Adair's birthday party is tomorrow. I'm not going. Why the fuck would I go? I fucking hate that bitch more than I hate anyone on this goddamn earth. I finished getting dressed right after my shower and let my wet hair down. I wore my black ripped jeans and my dark green shirt that had some band written on the front. I put on my classic leather jacket that's already getting worn out, but I love it too much to care. I put my hair up into a ponytail in the middle of my head.

"Erin!" Louis called from downstairs. "Grayson is here!"

I cocked an eyebrow, what the fuck is he doing here? I grabbed my bag and my phone before going downstairs to see Gray talking to Louis. His perfectly styled blonde hair above his forehead, per usual. He smiled once he saw me and I went to hug him.

"Hey," he smiled. "You look great."

I blushed. "So do you."

Louis smiled at us before going back upstairs, he's probably going to go back to sleep. It's three hours too early for him. Harry was making me breakfast in the kitchen and eyeing us with a scowl. I rolled my eyes at him and turned to Gray.

"I have somewhere to take you," Gray smiled.

"Where?" I asked heading while towards the door.

"Eat your breakfast first," he smiled.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned.

"Nope," he smirked.

I huffed and walked into the kitchen where Harry made me pancakes. I ate them quickly, ignoring Harry's protest for me to slow down.

"Erin!" Harry groaned.

I finished the pancakes and stood. "Let's go."

Gray sighed but gave in, and we walked out the door and into his car. He drove off towards an obscure road I've never been on, our surroundings were nothing but land and crops. What the hell are we doing here? Gray's hand remained on my thigh as he drove silently. I became impatient throughout the ride.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see," he smiled. "We're almost there."

I huffed and looked out the window. I've never been here before. I noticed all the flowers and the crops on the fields, they were pretty if you're into that type of shit. He turned at a gravel road and then he parked, fucking finally! I got out immediately and so did he. He held my hand as he led us into the field. His touch sent chills down my spine, what the fuck does that mean? I felt my hand getting clammy due to my fucking nerves. I stayed quiet as we walked and admired the tall grass. But finally, Gray stopped walking and let go of my hand. He didn't seem to care that my hand was sweaty, but I did see him wiping his hands on his pants. That is so fucking embarrassing.