Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 31

Songs:

Chasing Pavements/ Make You Feel My Love: Adele

Close: Nick Jonas Tove Lo

Can't Help Falling In Love: Elvis Presely

Ro's POV

Being in the truck with Harry for the past five hours has done nothing but give me a headache. From the moment we got in the car we have done nothing but fight. I don't understand why it is so hard for men to follow directions. I had specifically told him to take the I-65, but no, he went and took the I-81, he says it was an accident but I bet he did it on purpose just to have his way.

"Dal, I have to wee, where's the nearest gas station?"

"Pee in a bush!"

"It's night time, I'm not going into the woods, I'm not stupid."

"Are too," I mumbled.

"Heard that!"

I grumbled, looking at the map we picked up at our first stop since they don't have the best cell service in the middle of nowhere. "Har, it's another thirty miles or so to the next gas station," I informed him as politely as I could.

"Don't call me that."

"Don't call me, Dal," I threw back.

Without warning, he pulled the truck off the road, parking in the shoulder, hurrying out and slamming the door behind him. Stupidly, I opened the passenger door, asking him what the hell he was doing. Before he could answer, I heard the sound of trickling liquid and a sigh of relief coming from Harry. I quickly turned around, shutting the door and covering my eyes, just in case.

A few seconds later I heard rustling outside the truck, on instinct I got scared, though I knew it was just Harry. "Much better," I could hear the grin in his voice.

I narrowed my eyes at him as he so freely put his seat belt on and turned on the car once more. "Don't you dare put your dirty hands on Lola's steering wheel," I snapped, making him remove his hands quickly, not sure what was going on. "You didn't even wash your hands," I pointed out in disgust.

"Oh, my god," He sighed, putting his hand over his chest. "I thought something happened," he groaned, letting out a heavy breath and shaking his head. "If you haven't noticed, we are in fact in the middle of nowhere and I didn't exactly use a restroom with hand soap and tap, so deal with it."

I opened the middle console, taking out a medium sized bottle of hand sanitizer, holding it out to him with my finger on the pump. He stared at me dead in the eye, an evil looking smirk appearing as he raised both his hands, putting them on the steering wheel and rubbing them all over it.

"Eww," I squealed, scrunching up my face. "You're so freaking disgusting."

He simply chuckled, holding out his hands for the hand sanitizer I was still offering. I pumped about ten spritz into his hands before tossing it back in the console again and grabbing the cleaning wipes, cleaning the steering wheel thoroughly.

"You're so anal," he chuckled, making me look at him his face was only a few centimeters away from mine and I could smell his cool minty breath from the gum he had just begun chewing not too long ago to help him stay awake.

My eyes went from his eyes to his lips that were slightly parted, letting out a heavier breath each time. I gulped loudly, sure that he heard that one. Embarrassed, I sat back down in my seat, putting the seat belt back on myself and settling into a comfortable position.

The inside of the truck was silent for a moment and I could feel him staring at me, but I tried to ignore him until he finally gave up. He sped away and as much as I wanted to tell him to slow down, my need to avoid communication with him was much stronger than my urge to stay alive.