Perfect // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 18

~And if you like midnight driving with the windows down~

Harry's heart beat out of his chest as he carefully maneuvered around the room with the three other sleeping boys in it. Liam was asleep on the other top bunk, Louis on the bottom here, and Niall there. Harry was currently trying not to wake Louis up as he climbed down the stairs, and snatched Louis' keys out of his pocket.

His head was clouded, and nothing helped to defog his mind like a drive through town. He figured that he'd maybe go down to the beach. Watch the sunrise. Bring back some coffee for the crew, before they got on with the events of that Monday. When Harry realized it was Monday, he realized that that meant that in seven days was the heist. The job.

They had seven days, and Harry had never felt more terrified.

So, he was going on a drive.

Once he got Louis' keys and snuck past the nocturnal Zayn, who was stuck in his corner and buried in his work, Harry got in the car and got onto the street. And he realized that a regular drive wouldn't do. He needed to go fast.

100 miles per hour, zipping down the road, away from everything he knows. Turning around corners at the speed of light. Laughing. Singing. Just Harry and the road. It's all he knew.

And of course, his thoughts came to ruin it. He tried to banish them by thinking of Louis. He wished that he were there, changing the radio and eating food out of a fast food paper bag with grease covering the bottom. Harry just wished that real life was just like his fantasies, but of course, it's not.

And of course, the police come to ruin his fun. He's been breaking the speed limit and all sorts of traffic laws. "You won't catch me." Harry said cockily.

He was the getaway driver for the mission in a week. He had to be prepared. This was his logic as the police engaged in a high speed pursuit with him.

Eventually, he turned off his headlights, and swung into a dark alley, then zig-zagged down many roads, finally pulling into a parking garage that requested that you pay when you leave. He went up to only the second floor, then he parked as straightly as he could manage, turned off the car, and hid under another car that was there.

They never got him.

After the excitement died down, and a lot of time had passed, Harry got in the car. The adrenaline had worn off, and he had a massive headache now, and wanted to puke. He figured that he would go see Gemma, and would try to keep himself away from his hypochondriac tendencies, and not enter the E.R.

"Hello, lovely." He said to his sister. The nurses always let Harry right in, as they had a sweet spot for him, and he always brought them baked goods as his bribe. Gemma was sitting in her bed, not working, but instead, just staring at the ceiling.

"Can you live without kidneys?" She asked.

"Nope, love." He said, sitting in the chair in the corner. "How are you?"

Gemma gave him a very cross look. "Why are you here at three in the morning?"

"I didn't want to get arrested for driving crazily, so I came here to have a nice nap before I go back to the house. Also, you're leaving tomorrow afternoon, so I figured I might hang out with you, do some paperwork. Chill out."

"How about you calm down? You're speaking at the speed of light there, buddy." Gemma commented, yawning.

Harry took a deep breath. "Would you like some pudding?"

"I would like to go to bed." She said. "Can you call the nurse for me?"

Harry called the nurse in the room, who administered some more sleeping medication to help the girl, who quickly fell into a fitful sleep. Her brother covered her up with one of her blankets from back home, and he called his mom to just talk to her. Her voice quickly put him to sleep as well, and he was finally at ease.

He just hoped that the police hadn't seen Louis' license plate, and weren't going to find him or the car in the morning.