*Dacota's POV*
When I step out of the shower, I dry my hair with the hair dryer, which left it in a poofy mess. I dress in light-washed short shorts and a white singlet with The Killers logo printed on it. I put on light makeup and straighten my hair, putting it in a messy bun. I slip into a pair of light-brown Sperry's and take a final look at my reflection. When I open the door, I bang into Harry's back.
"Owwwww," he groaned, rolling over.
I giggle and say, "Sorry."
Harry slowly sat up against the wall and smiled, "You look lovely."
"Thanks." I blush. "You've been really sweet today; it's weird."
He scoffed and said, in a fake hurt voice, "That's offensive! I've never been mean to you, ever!" I roll my eyes and help him up.
"So, where are we going?" I ask as we walk down the hallway.
"You will have to wait and see," he says, taking my hand, leading me to the front door.
We get to my car when Harry asks, "Mind if I drive?"
"Why can't I drive and you tell me where we're going?" I counter.
"Because then you'll know where we're going, which would ruin the surprise," he argues. I sighed and tossed him my car keys. I slide into the passenger's seat, accidentally kicking the purse I left in here.
It seems like we drive for seconds, but I soon noticed we were leaving the city limits.
"So, you're not gonna tell me where we're going, huh?" I ask, trying to break the silence.
"Nope," Harry says in a short, clipped tone. I let out a long, aggravated sigh, to let him know he was being annoying. He must have got the message, because he smirked to himself.
Trying to break the silence again, I turn on the radio, which was tuned to She Looks So Perfect, by 5 Seconds of Summer.
"Oh, my goodness, I absolutely love this song!" I exclaim, turning it up.
Harry smiles again and says, "You do know we toured with them, right?"
"You did?!" I ask excitedly. "I'm totally jealous."
"Yeah, we're touring with them again this tour," he says. I let out a high-pitched squeal.
"She looks so perfect, standing there in my American Apparel underwear!" I sing totally off-pitch. Harry laughs at me and I join him. We begin to sing along to every song on the radio, me singing like a dying bird and him singing like the angel he is.
Soon, several cars began dotting the road, resulting in really terrible traffic.
"Harry, please tell me where we're going where there is so much traffic," I groaned.
"Absolutely not," he replies smoothly. I let out a huff of aggravation and pout, hoping he'd realize I was "mad" at him.
"I hate traffic," I mutter. Harry smirks at me and inches forward.
~~~~~
Ah, 5SOS.
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Paper Airplanes
Fanfiction"She folded up her fears, misfortunes, and doubts like paper airplanes and let them fly into the wind, never to return again."
