Harry busies himself opening up the wine bottle he retrieved from the gift basket. "Do you always carry baskets of goodness around in the back of your car?" I smile, "No, its supposed to be for my friend who broke her ankle, but Ill get her another one." "Bec? Was that her name?" Wow, he pays attention! "Yup, that's her. She's home from hospital now but still fairly couch ridden so thought I'd cheer her up for missing your concert and all that." "Oh right! I really hope the weather clears, I was looking forward to it! So you're doing her job?" I nod, "Hopefully not for long, just waiting to hear back from her manager that shes arranged a replacement for me." "So what do you normally do Zara?" The cork suddenly popped out giving us both a fright. "I am a nurse. Pediatric Nurse Specialist to be precise." I reply proudly. It was hard work to get where I am in my career. Three years of initial study, followed by a further three of part time study and now finally on sabbatical to complete my thesis and decide where to from here. "I love kids" Harry said "I've been really lucky to spend some time working with them over the years and its such a fun part of the job! Even the sick kids, still bring so much joy. I really admire what you guys all do looking after them, it can't be easy." "Thanks Harry, that's nice of you to say. What are you looking for?" I had noticed Harry looking around the car.
Holding up the wine to me"Glasses? Cups? A straw?" "Oh, I don't think I have anything like that" I laugh. "Not really the best plan was it?" Harry just looked at me and shrugged, lifted the wine up to his mouth and took a long swig. Watching his throat as he swallowed made me feel all sorts of bad things again. He finally lowered the bottle and offered it to me. Following his lead I shrugged, why not? As the bottle hit my lips I think to myself that his lips were just on the same spot, we are basically kissing, a little snort to myself at my incredible immaturity causes me to choke and shoot wine half way out my nose. I'm bent over in the seat while simultaneously coughing and trying to clear my air ways when Harry helpfully reaches over and thumps me on the back. "Zara? You ok?" I continue to splutter and cough, tears running down my face with the effort.
Harry looks at me full of concern and the absurdity of the situation makes me totally lose it and start howling with laughter. Thankfully Harry sees the funny side too, instead of being repulsed by my wine snorting technique and joins me in giggling away. "That was, uhh, well, different? Where I'm from we usually swallow it!" says Harry. I continue to laugh. Smooth Zara, real smooth. Harry takes the bottle back from me "Here, I'll show you" he tilts his head back and again I see the muscles in his neck moving, I stop laughing as I imagine running my tongue up and down, gently nibbling on. Pressing my thighs together, I reach out for the bottle "My turn!" Harry hands it over, and wipes the back of his mouth. "Careful with that, dangerous weapon you know!" he says with a smirk.
We sit there quietly passing the bottle back forth for the next few minutes. It's not awkward silence so I don't mind the chance to try and calm my breathing after my choking episode and the dirty thoughts I had about Harry's neck.
"So, how much of a fan are you really?" Harry suddenly asks "Should I be scared of you?" I giggle "Maybe, but you probably should of thought of that before you got in my car!" "Haha fair call! But seriously, on a scale of 'Who even is One Direction?' to 'I stole Liams pants from his hotel balcony' how bad are you?" How do I answer that one? Sure, I have spent a ridiculous amount of time talking about Harry and the lads on my twitter fan account, I've got posters, books...a lovely Harry doll even! But I also realise they are real people. Men with feelings and boundaries, and would never want to cross those lines. "I'd say I'm right in the middle! I can name your entire back catalogue in my sleep....but also your pants are safe with me" I reply with a wink. Harry laughed that loud hearty laugh of his, "So just the right amount of crazy then?" "Precisely!"
"Tell me about your tour? Have you been enjoying it?" As Harry started talking about where he's been over the last few weeks, I find myself only half listening to the words as his deep tone and slow drawl lull me in to a comfortable state of relaxation. The way he moves his mouth, lips curling at the side when he smiles as he talks, his hands waving about when he gets enthusiastic....I could spend the rest of my life right here. "...so have you?" I notice he's looking at me waiting for an answer. "Sorry, what?" "Am I boring you? I can go if you want..." he smiles to shows he's joking. "Sorry, sorry, sorry! I was just relaxed." My heart is racing at the idea of him leaving. Harry continues to look at me with a small smile. That isn't helping my heart rate to settle. "It's ok Zara, I'm only messing around. I was just asking if you've ever been to any of our shows?" "Oh, no, I haven't! I kind of joined the fandom a little late, after the hiatus had already started so missed all the big tours! I've waited years for you to come down here and do a show and now I'm going to miss that too!"
"The weather is starting to clear, hopefully we can head off in the morning and the show can go on!" "I can't go anyhow, it's a bit far on my own. Strange town all alone, decided it wouldn't be very smart to go by myself, and Bec can't go, so yeah. I'm pretty gutted to be honest!" Harry looks at me thoughtfully. "Come with me?" "What? Where?" Surely he doesn't mean to the show? I'm sure one night spent with a random woman in a little hick town is enough, he can't want me to go on the road with him? Can he? "To the show, come with me? Heaps of room on the bus, and then we can drop you off on the way back? I was going to fly straight out but I can change my ticket and come back this way." "Harry...I..." I'm lost for words. The sensible, grown up, mother, professional part of me realises this is a crazy idea, the other half is screaming at to me to go for, you'll never, ever get this chance again. He's a genuinely nice guy, I'm enjoying his company so much. and of course it is HARRY STYLES!! "What do you say Zara? Feel like a road trip?" I grin and decide to go for it "Hey Harry? You should probably stay, probably stay a couple more days, Come on let me change your ticket hooooome" I sing loudly and very out of tune! Harry Looks at me like I've completely lost my mind before giving in and laughing along "Don't goooooo, it's not the same when you're gone and it's not good to all alone". We finish the song out together, then grin at each other like the complete weirdos we obviously are. "I think I like you Zara." "Ditto, Hazza!"
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