Infinity | Sequel to Right Now |

Late Late

Virginie's Point Of View

December 4th

Harry told me to wear the most casual clothes I have with me. I'll admit, through all my work outfits, I brought only one casual outfit in the event we would be going out, which I didn't wear the day we went to the club. I should have. I regret so many things about that day, about who I trusted. I was so worried about Jake that I put my wall up for him and it brought me to trust blindly his father when it clearly should have been the other way around.

I put my black pair of jeans with my black heeled boots, but when it comes to my shirt, I only have blouses. I am about to put one on, but I remember Harry complaining about my uptight look yesterday. I sigh again, I don't know what to do. Flashbacks of last night come to my mind. He told me he preferred me wearing his clothes than the ones I've got with me. What if I put his white T-Shirt I had on the last few days? I've been wearing it so much, I'll need to get it cleaned. I put it on, but, true to my habits, I slide it in my pants to give it a more elegant look.

I let my hair loose on my shoulders and look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I need a change. I don't want to be or feel like a victim anymore. Harry really makes me feel protected, since is always by my side. Being so far away from Manchester helps me too, I know I can relax and not worry about seeing him. I guess there's always a paranoia living inside of me, making me doubt everything. It tricks my mind. I stop looking at my long hair in the mirror as I see him again pulling it violently and exit the bathroom to join Harry.

I hear him from afar, but I have not clue where he is. I see the door to the garage opened so I take a peek.

"Harry?"

"Here, Angel." He lets out, knelt in front of a big plastic bin and takes out a black helmet. "Are you ready?"

"What are we doing?" I frown and ask, walking closer to him in the garage to notice a motorcycle. Oh my God! "You remembered?"

"This one has two seats." He smiles at me, giving me the helmet he was looking for.

I take it immediately from his hand and look at the size. It's a small, good. I, then, head to the bike to admire it from up close. It's a black matte Harley. It has two big black leather seats, which is so much better than the one he had in London.

"I'm happy you are not wearing one of your blouses again." He smirks at me, teasing me.

"They are very classy and elegant." I reply to his complaint.

"Yeah, but it's not you." He says without looking at me.

"I'm wearing your shirt actually." I let out, so if he complains again about how I look it's completely his fault.

"I know, I noticed. You look great." He smiles at me tenderly, before heading to the garage door to close and lock it and opening the big one on the side.

"Thank you. Do you think I can borrow one of your jacket?" I ask him to not get cold on our way.

"You can, but it's pretty hot outside. I don't think you'll need anything." He informs me, pointing the wardrobe he has with leather jackets and pants. It surprises me a lot because he isn't wearing them at all at the moment. He has his usual black tight jeans and a jumper.

I take one of his jacket and they are, as expected, too large, mostly to the shoulders. I decide to keep it with me, but not wear it, just in case I get cold. I ask him to lift the seat to put the jacket inside. I slide the helmet on my head and I struggle a bit with the hoops under my chin. He comes to me, with a grin, teasing me yet again, and slowly slide everything in place to lock the helmet tight on my head. He smiles at me and I can't contain the excitement to be riding again. I missed it. I always rode with my father, so to be on a bike with someone else is something completely different and thrilling. But it isn't someone else, it's Harry.