Flights⭐H.S

⭐ Chapter 15 ⭐

Alive ~ One Direction

"You know, it's been a while since we haven't gone on an adventure." Harry speaks from his spot on the couch.

It's 2:57 a.m and here we are, wrapped in fuzzy blankets binging on Criminal Minds while Niall is in his room snoring like a bear.

"It's literally been three weeks since we got back from Mexico, Harry."

"Like I said, quite a while." He repeats. "We should go on one."

"When?" I raise a brow.

"Now."

"Now?"

"Yeah. You in?"

"I don't know why you even asked." I smirk.

Harry smiles back and leaps to his feet. "C'mon then."

He helps me get up and I hurry to get my Converse. Harry hurries to Niall's room and quickly returns with a pair of skinny jeans on, replacing the gym shorts he was wearing earlier.

"Why'd you change?" I get my sweater, the fluffy pink one with panda ears on it. It's my favorite one.

Harry throws on his jacket before answering. "So my legs aren't cold. C'mon."

We step out the apartment and walk down the stairs.

"So, where are we going and what are we doing?" I ask.

"I don't know. Just go where the night takes us." We stop at the end of the stairs looking both ways. There is not a single soul outside.

I look up gazing at the starry night. The bright specks of dust we call stars stare back at me beautiful. You know what, I think I just wanna stand here and look at the sky forever.

"Look at how pretty the sky looks, Harry." I gawk at the night sky. He doesn't answer though, asking me glance around for him.

"Harry? Harry what are you doing?!" I whisper yell. I don't know why, there's no one here anyways.

"Going on an adventure." He smiles tenderly.

"Stealing Mrs. Parker's little car?!" I watch as he gets onto Mrs. Parker's red scooter and looks for a way to turn it on. "Harry! We're going to get in trouble!"

He smirks. "Trouble? You're only in trouble if you get caught."

I stare at him in disbelief. Seriously? Stealing old lady's scooters? Although I have to admit the blood in my veins is curling in an ecstatic way. The adrenaline of doing something bad excites me.

Harry finally finds the keys to the little scooter and turns it on, making a little dance. Then, he moves on to the other scooter.

"This was Mrs. Parker's husband before he past away." Harry tells me as he turns on the scooter, giving me a playful smile.

"If we break these, I'm blaming you." I narrow my eyes at him with an accusing finger.

"Yeah, yeah." He waves his hand in a careless manner. "C'mon."

I walk over to the scooter and get on it. My grandma has one like this so I know how to use it. I would always go crazy on hers. Harry and I make our way in the scooters down the sidewalk, into the pavement and finally leaving the apartments. The air is slightly chilly and the light of the moon illuminates the night.

"How fast can these things go?" Harry's brows furrow looking at the scooter he's riding.

"Pretty fast for a chair made for old people." I chuckle.