Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Surprises or How My Mum Thought That She's Funny

Hi everyone, I hope you like the chapter. :) All the love, Summer xxx

After our talk, we still had two hours left and I was getting kind of hungry again. However, I didn't want to say anything because Harry was driving me and I didn't want to make him stop just because I'm hungry. We listened to some music on the radio for a bit and counted red cars when my stomach grumbled very loudly.

My cheeks turned red with embarrassment and Harry laughed. "Is someone hungry?" he asked teasingly and I glared at him. "Someone will get very cranky if she doesn't get any food soon." I grumbled under my breath and Harry shot me an amused look.

A few minutes later, he drove off the motorway and stopped at a tiny restaurant/pub sort of thing in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. "Do you think you will be okay to go in?" I asked Harry with a concerned look towards the people inside the pub. To be fair, there didn't seem to be a lot of people in there, so he might not even get noticed.

Harry looked over to the pub and shrugged. "I think I should be okay. I mean it's not like I can get mopped in a small place like that anyway." He said with a grin and I rolled my eyes at him. "Alright, your decision. But if people do recognise you I'll just pretend that I don't know you." I said with a smirk and now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

We both climbed out of the car, Harry a bit more gracefully than me. I nearly fell out of the car when I tried to get out, because my cardigan had gotten caught in the door somehow. Harry couldn't hide a smirk as he walked over to my side to help me out of the car. "Don't say anything, Styles." I told him and he held up his hands. "Wasn't going to, Winters." he assured me, but the amused twinkle in his eyes gave him away. I scoffed. "Right." Harry gave me a little nudge which made me stumble and I glared at him. Unfortunately that didn't seem to scare him in the slightest. He only chuckled and held the door open for me.

As Harry had predicted in the car, there weren't many people in the pub and the ones who were there didn't seem to care about the fact that Harry Styles had just walked through the door. We sat down in a small booth at the back of the pub and looked around. It was very warm and cosy, but at the same time kind of surreal because I had never imagined myself sitting in a small pub in the middle of nowhere with Harry Styles of all people.

"What would you like to eat?" Harry asked me and I looked at the menu for a few seconds. "Um... the veggie burger with some chips, I think." He nodded and got up, but I put my hand on his arm to stop him. "Where do you think you are going, mister?" I asked him and he shot me a confused look. "Getting our food?" he asked back. I shook my head at him.

"No, no, no, no, you are not paying for my food as well. You are already driving!" I told him and a smile started to spread across his face. "Claire, I appreciate the fact that you are not trying to use me for my money, but I know that you are a bit tight on money and I have too much to know how to spend it so, please just let me pay for your food tonight, okay? You can pay the next time we have some food together." He gave me his best puppy eyes and I couldn't say no to that so I just nodded and slumped back into my seat with a defeated sigh. Harry grinned down at me and then strolled over to the bar to order our food.

When he came back a couple of minutes later, he was balancing two plates with food and two glasses with some sort of soft drink on a tray. "You ordered some food, my lady." He said jokingly and bowed a bit. My stomach answered for me with a loud grumble and we both laughed. He slit next to me into the booth and carefully placed the food and the drinks in front of us on the table. "I didn't know what you wanted to drink so I got us some sort of lemon drink and something with raspberry. You can choose which ever one you would like to have." I took the raspberry one and pushed the lemon one over to Harry. We ate in silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other's company and the surprisingly very yummy food.

"Would you like to try my lemon drink?" Harry offered me his glass and I nodded and took a small sip. "That's really good! Not as good as my raspberry stuff, but good nevertheless. Here." I pushed my glass over to him and he took a small sip and nodded approvingly. "Not bad." We quickly finished our food and drinks and after we had both used the bathroom, we made our way back to Harry's car to continue or drive. "I think it would have been faster if we had used the train." I thought out loud and Harry nodded. "You're probably right, but this has been fun so far, so I'm not regretting the drive. Plus, it gives us a bit more privacy, which probably wouldn't have been guaranteed on a train."

We spent the last hour and a half listening to music from Harry's phone. We were interrupted for a bit when Louis called me to tell me that Phoebe was out of surgery and was doing well. We both told him how happy we were for him and he thanked Harry for looking after me and driving me up all the way to Leeds to accompany to the wedding.

"No problem, mate." Harry assured him. "She is not as bad as I thought." I hit him and Louis laughed. "I'm sad that I'll miss the wedding, but my mum's happy about any support she can get, so I'm glad that Claire found someone." After a few minutes of talking, Louis hung up and we continued our drive to the hotel my mum had texted me.

When we finally stopped in front of the hotel, it was ten o'clock and we were both very exhausted. My mum had texted me to tell me that they were still at the Izzie's place and that they would meet us tomorrow morning at breakfast. She texted me my booking number and the name it was on and I got a bit suspicious at the fact that she had only texted me one number, but tried to ignore that for time being.

Harry unloaded the trunk and carried both of our bags to the reception, ignoring my protests again. The eyes of the reception wandered over Harry approvingly, but she didn't seem to recognise him which I was very glad about.

"Hi, I'm Claire Winters. My cousin made a reservation for us here at your hotel. On the name Winters." I told her with a smile and she finally took her eyes off Harry to look at me. "Number, please?" she asked me in a rude tone and after I told her the number she looked through some stuff on the computer and then handed me a room card. "Um, only one card?" I asked her nervously and she nodded. "Yes, it's only one room, darling. Do you need two cards?" I shot Harry a look who didn't seem to mind the fact that he would be sharing with me and shook my head. "You don't happen to have another room free, do you?" I asked her and ignored the hurt look that  crossed Harry's face. "I'm afraid we are all booked out because of the wedding." She told me, well more Harry than me, but whatever. "Fine." I gave in and signed a form to confirm that I had received the room card.

"Alright let's go." I told Harry who quickly said goodnight to the lady at the reception who seemed sad to see him leave. When we were in the lift, I quickly texted my mum.

"ONE ROOM, MUM?! I'm bringing a friend and not a boyfriend, mum!!!"

A few seconds later I got a reply.

"I'm just helping you out, Claire. Maybe he won't be "only a friend" after this weekend is over. ;) Mum xxx"

I rolled my eyes at that and ignored her text. Harry cleared his throat. "So we're gonna share a room for the next two nights?" he asked me and I nodded. "I'm afraid we will. I'm sorry, my mum thought this was a wonderful idea." Harry gave my shoulder a light squeeze. "Hey, it's not that bad. At least we can look after each other if we should get too drunk again." I laughed. "That might very well happen with my whole family present." I warned him and he laughed and then followed me down the corridor to the room that I would be sharing with him. Fantastic.