New York [harry styles au]

04

04.
Harry had obviously taken an interest in me; that much was clear by now. I had been in the group's company for almost two weeks and he never faltered to speak to me and make me feel welcome. It was the day after the party and I had woken on an unfamiliar bed, sitting up and searching the room led me to believe that it was Harry's room. It had walls of grey paint and a thick cream carpet, his bed was decorated with snowy white bed sheets. It seemed like a show room, but the whole of Harry's apartment could have very well been. I was surprised to not be waking up on the padded sofa yet again.

My head was just as sore as the first time, I put my hand over it in an attempt to calm it but mind over matter wasn't working. As I was wallowing in self pity, the door being suddenly opened startled me.

"Hey there, sleepyhead." Harry entered inside with a sheepish grin and flopped straight down onto the end of the bed like a fish out of water.

"What time is it?"

"Good morning to you too." He playfully rolled his eyes, "It's about 12pm." He turned and his body fell against the bed so that he was lying down, facing the smooth white ceiling.

"I feel like shit again."

"That doesn't surprise me. You had a good night." He says, the irony of his words not being lost on me.

"It couldn't have been that good if I can't even remember it." I reply and he peers at me with a serious expression lacing his features.

"You take drugs, what do you expect?"

"I've never taken this many drugs before." I say, "I can't help but think I need to be a bit more careful."

"You're just moving with the times, Winona. We're on the smooth ride to the '80s." He chuckles and I do too. That seemed to be everybody's mindset in the '70s, forwards and upwards to the future; the past doesn't matter. After years of experience, I now believe that the past does matter-- more than you can possibly think and your mother telling you to think wisely about the decisions you make was more than just a responsibility lecture.

"Anyway, what are you doing today?"

"That's why I came in here actually. We're going on a trip." He states.

"We're?"

"Yes, I want to show you what my job entails. Nothing too overwhelming, don't you worry." He says and I nod.

"Okay."

"Go into the living room, I've made you a cup of coffee and I have some aspirin somewhere too." I get up from the bed at his words, "Let me go look for them."

It didn't take long for me to drink the coffee and gulp down a few aspirin capsules. Harry sat beside me while I did so, but his eyes were on the television where footage from yesterday's protest against the Vietnam War in Washington DC was being shown. Harry found particular interest in this. I placed the mug of which was now empty back onto the coffee table.

"That was good coffee." I lean back and close my eyes for a minute. My headache was slowly but surely beginning to fade, thank god.

"Caw-fee." Harry mocks my accent.

"Hey, this is my country, you plonker." I try to return the mockery.

"Oh, shush. Are you finished? Good, let's get going."

Harry locked up his apartment and we stepped down the hard stairs of the apartment block. He let me have a shower before we left which I thanked him for, I couldn't have left the apartment in that state. He led me outside near the receiver before strolling around a corner towards a small car park. There were only two cars situated on the lot: a shiny, sleek black Mercedes with a beautiful silver rim around each darkened window on one side, and a rusty pick-up truck on the other, with white paint chipped all around the sides. It wasn't a surprise to view Harry walk straight up to the pick-up truck and open the passenger door for me.