Crossroads of Life

Chapter 22

A/N: if there's any mistakes, blame it on the tiredness. i'm sorry

Bailey POV:

“DUNKIN DONUTS!” I screamed as the car tore down the highway. The window was wide open, wind whipping my tan face, blowing my hair against the leather seats.

“Jesus, Bailey. I’m trying to drive,” Niall said next to me, his hand gripping the wheel of my old yellow Jeep.

“Yeah, C’mon Pay. Nialler here is trying to concentrate,” Harry said from the behind us. He was crammed into the back of the jeep along with Liam, Zayn, Louis and Lauren..

We were on a road trip; the boys and I had been given several days off after the Louisville concerts. Lauren convinced Paul into giving us the week off. She said that we needed to prepare for the wedding, of which the all the boys were now attending.

So this morning I woke everyone up early so that we could beat the Saturday traffic a little town in Kentucky. We were headed to our beach house, the one our parents left to us after they died.

“I’m just not used to this side of the road,” Niall stated, his eyes staring ahead as the tires crunched against the pavement.

“Pull over then and let me drive you stupid irishman!” I laughed, hitting him playfully on the arm. He was wearing his Celtics shirt, the one with no sleeves and I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off his muscular arms no matter how hard I tried.

“Fine!” Niall said, switching on the turn signal and pulling over into the lane on the right of us. “But only because you look sexy when you drive.” he added, whispering so that only I could hear.

I blushed bright pink, and turned up the radio. “You think you’re smooth don’t you?”

“I don’t know… you want to find out?” he smirked, his accent forcing my eyes to his lips.

“Just pull over, Horan,”  giggled, pulling his sunglasses off his face and slipping them onto mine. “And park at a Dunkin Donuts!” I yelled, craving a French Vanilla Caramel Swirl iced coffee with whipped cream.

“Alright, alright. Relax babe, you’ll get your American coffee,” he smiled, placing his soft hand on my bare knee and running it slowly up my thigh, making his way to the hem of my shorts and twirling his finger around it.

“Stop it!” I laughed, blushing again and looking over at him as he pulled off the exit.

“Gosh, I thought Louisville girls were supposed to be fun!” he joked, taking the glasses off my face and slipping them onto his again.

“We are!” Lauren yelled, overhearing our conversation as we piled out of the car and into the Dunkin Donuts. She jumped onto the pavement, her converse hitting the ground with a thud.

“I think they are!” Louis slammed the door of the jeep behind Lauren and caught up next to her.

“What is this place?” Zayn asked holding open the door as we walked into the cool air-conditioned shop. Lauren and I stopped dead in our tracks as we came to the realization that none of them had ever enjoyed our favorite foods.

“You’ll see.”

A few minutes later we were all sprinting back into the car, our hands full of drinks, boxes, and paper bags full of food.

"Can I drive?" Lauren asked from the backseat a few hours later. She was sitting next to Louis, her blonde curly hair blowing around her as we drove down the highway. She was currently feeding Louis all kinds of breakfast foods that we just picked up.