Sheltered≫ {h.s}

Chapter 3

Chapter three

Carter

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We are finally getting off this godforsaken plane.

We all walk as a group toward the baggage claim thing. After gathering my luggage and falling a couple of times in the process we all exit the airport. Mr. Styles had rented a van that was waiting outside by the curb.

My dad looked quite surprised at the gesture but continued with Harry and shoved the luggage in the trunk before climbing in.

Harry looks at me as he crawls to the back of the van and sits as far as possible from me against the window.

Now see, that's the Harry I know and barely can stand. I knew the little thing on the plane was nothing. Just a joke he probably laughed about afterward.

He turned to glare at me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I slowly whisper.

He responded with yet another glare and scooted away farther. If he scoots any farther away he'll become part of the window.

Mr. Styles isn't the best driver especially not when the road is iced over and there are a million other cars. Ever curve he turns ends with me sliding across the seat. The last time he done it I quickly put my seatbelt on. Harry slightly grins at my action as I roll my eyes.

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Finally we pull up at a welcoming cabin, as I gazed at the view completely breathless.

"Okay Harry, Steven you can help me get the luggage and you ladies can go ahead and get everything started in the house. Okay?" Mr. Styles questions.

Everyone mumbled a quick yes response and exited the vehicle. I walk inside and my breath is taken away again. It's amazing, gorgeous, perfect.

Maria soon tells everyone where her and Mr. Styles will be sleeping and where my parents will be sleeping, and informs me that Harry and I are allowed to choose between us.

I wander the house and come upon what I guess will be my room. I lay across the bed and stare out the window until I hear a cough.

"What do you want Harry?" I snapped.

"I was just wandering why you're in my bed already." He smirked.

"Already?" I asked curiously.

He only responded with a smirk and it hit me.

"You're sick." I mumbled and walked out of the room to the room across the hall which is decorated more "girly" I guess this is where I will actually be staying.

My Dad soon walks in with my luggage in hand and lays it on my queen sized bed.

"You like it so far?" He questioned with hope laced in his voice.

"Dad, I love it. It's absolutely beautiful."

He smiled and said Ms. Maria and my Mother were cooking dinner and that i should be down in 30 minutes. I smiled in response with a quick okay.

I decided I should probably get a shower before dinner and a long trip. So, I grabbed my yoga pants and my huge sweater along with my toiletry bag in hand as I look around and walk into the hall to find my bathroom.

I quickly enter the bathroom before anyone else and undress. I climb in and let the events from the plane play through my mind over and over.

I hear someone walking down the hall and all of a sudden the steps stop. Probably just Harry walking to his room, I convinced myself.