Poseidon Edward Styles

3. (part 1)

So the picture is how I imagine Harry to dress. :)

So this chapter is dedicated to @mesmereyes for writing my favourite fanfic ever, Lucifer!

3.

  After landing up in Australia, Malaysia, and Thailand (Giselle had told Harry that it was the other way), they finally made it to South America. The moment they got off the beach, Giselle began looking for a hotel with a clean bathroom. She needed to change. Luckily she had a couple of extra pairs of clothes in her tool-belt.

  "Hey, Giselle!" Harry called, trying to keep up with her pace. "Where you off to love?" Harry finally jogged up to her. Giselle sighed and turned to look at him. "I'm trying to find a hotel. I really need to change," Giselle gestured to her surfing costume. "And so do you."

  It was true – Harry was in a white shirt with blue pants and a blue over coat that was as long as his long legs. When he walked, the coat billowed behind him, easily tripping people. Plus, he needed to look normal.

  "Ooh! There!" Giselle pointed to a decent looking hotel in a clearing. She and Harry jogged down to it, racing up the steps. After politely requesting the receptionist if they could use the bathroom, Giselle led Harry over to the restrooms. She left Harry at the door and went in the ladies' room. As she turned to shut the door, she screamed when she saw Harry entering.

  "Harry!" she practically shoved him out. "This is the ladies' room! You've gotta go to the men's room!" she gestured towards the signs on the doors. Harry's lips formed an 'O' and he smiled innocently as he slid into the men's room.

  Giselle shook her head and locked herself in a cubicle, changing into a simple T-shirt and three-fourth jeans. She began wondering what Harry would change into. Perhaps he had some powers that would magically make a normal attire appear. Or he may change into another coat... or probably a cape.

  Once she was done, she stuffed her suit into her tool-belt, pulled her hair back into a ponytail and stepped out. Harry wasn't out yet. She decided to check on him to ensure he wasn't wearing a billowing cape.

  "Harry?" she knocked.

  "Yeah, I'm done!" Came the response.

   Moments later, the Sea God stepped out, and he was nearly unrecognisable. Harry was wearing boots. He had a pair of skinny jeans on, perfectly accompanying the boots. He was wearing a white t shirt, over which rested a light orange shirt left unbuttoned. No one would've even guessed that this person was a Greek God.

  Giselle had to admit, Styles did know some great styles.

  "Wow, Harry... it-it definitely looks normal." Giselle breathed.

  Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. "And I'm financially local!"

  "Holy Hephaestus where did you get that from?" Giselle almost screamed.

  "I'm a God, remember?" Neptune raised his eyebrows. "I can get anything at anytime." With that he swiftly walked past a dumbfounded Giselle, tipping the receptionist as he left the building. Giselle made a very important mental note: All Gods have a HUGE ego.

  She shook her head and followed Harry's path outside the hotel. She exited the main gate and looked around for Poseidon. "Where'd he go..." Giselle wondered aloud. Just then, she heard a familiar voice call from the other way:
 
  "Giselle! Over here! I've got us a ride."

  Already? Giselle jogged up the path and ducked under a tree, stepping out into a clearing behind the hotel. A narrow cobblestone road travelled past the hotel, and parked on the side was a golden Ferrari, which looked a bit too royal for your regular Ferrari. It was completely painted in Gold, with intricate designs on all four sides. The doors were adorned with precious stones, and the handles were made from pure platinum. On the hood a small symbol was welded : a staff with wings and two snakes coiled around it, entangled with their heads facing eachother. That symbol looked very familiar...