A Trail of Whispers

Chapter Seventeen

Warning: Mature Content

      "Oh my god, you're kidding, right?" Ariana giggled.

      "You can bet your Audrey Hepburn shrine that I am not kidding," I replied with a smile.

      "Okay, one, I don't have a shrine. Two, how did you even make this possible?"

      "I like to use my 'One Direction' card when it's important. And this is important." I stepped out of the car and opened the door for Ariana. I opened up the truck and pulled out a huge basket. I took her hand in mine, and we walked to the entrance of the country club.

      "Good evening Mr. Styles," the man at the front desk greeted. "Ms. Grande, a pleasure to meet you."

      "Nice to meet you too," she giggled.

      "Behave kids, I'll be in the lobby until you leave. We have closed off the areas you have requested."

      "Thank you Garrett," I smiled. Still holding her hand, I led her past a parlor lounge area, and through glass double doors. There, a golf cart was waiting. "Hop in," I told her. She sat next to me, as I began driving the golf cart.

      "Harry what the hell are we doing and where are we going?" she asked.

      "You ask too many questions," I joked. "But we're at a country club, and instead of sneaking a picnic on the gold field, I told them what I wanted, and they obliged. Granted, I shout them out on Twitter," I laughed at the last part.

      "So this is what you meant by stereotypical high school... You meant that scene in High School Musical 2 where Troy and Gabriella-"

      "Hey! I've always wanted to do this! But now we can, without the consequence of getting caught!"

      "Harry Styles, you cheeky boy..."

      Ariana sat in the cart as I set up the blanket along with our food and even a candle and vase with a single rose. "Alright sweetie, everything's set!" I called. I sat with my legs stretched in front of me. Ariana plopped down next to me and rested her head on my shoulder.

      "Harry, this is amazing. Thank you."

      "Oh shut up, you haven't even had the food!" I rolled my eyes. She giggled and poked my stomach. "I was too busy being an amazing boyfriend to cook everything myself, so I had our favorite vegan place cook up this meal."

      "Amazing boyfriend? Pshhh, please," she teased.

      "Hey! Sorry I was trying to spend every minute possible with you," I responded. I kissed her nose and added, "And it was worth it."

      A mere 17 minutes into eating our meal, Ariana had begun getting bored and started throwing bits and pieces of food at me. I decided to join in, and before we knew it, we were flinging spoonfuls at each other, getting it all over our clothes, blanket, and grass. We kicked off our shoes and I started chasing her around the grass, her giggle warming my heart, her little dancer jumps making me laugh. Eventually, she got tired and sat down on the blanket. I sat down next to her and pulled her close. "What a great last day of being a teenager," she whispered. I kissed the top of her head and smiled.

      "it's not over yet babe. It's only like 7, we have a half hour until sunset," I replied.

      "What else is on the agenda?"

      "I was just planning on lying on the blanket and watch the sunset," I laughed uncomfortably, not wanting to give away the whole truth.

      "Mmm, you know what's more stereotypical?" she asked, giving me a look.