Everyone in the car was starting to wake up. Niall groaned and flipped over on his stomach. His blonde waves falling softly over his brow. While Louis in the front had his red, thick legs planted up on the steering wheel. Harry and I were half awake in the back casually chatting about Angry Birds. He was playing on his iPhone. I on the other hand was listening to music. Rocking and bobbing my body occasionally. Harry tapped my leg. I glanced over.
“How did you sleep babe?”
“I slept really good actually!”
He could see the excitement in my eyes.
“I,… cuddled you last night, aha.”
“Yeah, you did.”
I grinned a cheeky smile.
“It was nice.”
He flashed that limp smile at me, and my heart blew up into chocolate and rainbows. He said cuddling ME was nice? I was lucky to be held by that perfection of a boy. The way his strong biceps fit perfectly into mine. The way his warm, subtle breath hit the back of my neck, making the hairs stand up. The way his hips clicked into me. It was a moment of heavenly proportions. A moment where Jesus shed his heavenly love on me. It took my breath away. So much that my throat felt squeezed for the rest of the road trip. Besides that, Louis and Niall seemed to be heavily under sleep, but we had to get on the road. It was nearly 10AM and we had a lot of road to cover. I didn’t know If I should wake them or not. I mean, Niall looked so darn cute when he slept. Not that I’m attracted to him. I mean…not that he isn’t attractive. He’s very attractive. I just don’t see him like that. A couple minutes passed and it was about 10:15AM. I had to wake Louis up. I slapped him gently on his cheek.
“…Mehmasdjpojf.”
“Louis wake up!”
“Hm? Whatosjosd.”
“Louis it’s 10:15AM. Get up.”
“WHAT!?”
Louis shot up.
“Oh my Susan Boyle. We are far behind schedule!”
Louis immediately started the car. When he pressed the gas, Niall fell out of his seat and hit his head on the dashboard. His blonde hair shot forward. The car fell silent. We all looked at each other in panic.
“Niall! Niall are you okay?”
I shook his body.
“NIALL!”
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Oh thank god.”
“Ouch. What the fuck was that?!”
“Louis started the car too fast.”
“Thanks ya cunt. Now I’ve got a bruise on my face.”
Louis empathetically apologized and kissed his bruise. Niall and Louis acted quite gay together. They even nicknamed themselves “Nouis”. Niall kept rubbing his bruise, as Louis gently pressed on. Time passed fast during the road trip. Only because Harry and I started talking normally. I felt like he was starting to consider me a good mate! Our conversations flowed so easily. He’s so easy to talk to. He fits so perfectly in people’s lives because his charm, and I felt like he was starting to fit into my life. My crush got worse, but my feelings stayed calm. I didn’t blush as bad, I didn’t shiver as hard, and I definitely didn’t trip over my words as much. He locked my eyes for a moment. The sun was setting and the orange glare of the sun hit his green orbs. Making them shine even brighter. His eyes were heavy and his lashes fluttered as he looked straight through me. He glanced down and my hands, and wrapped his fingers around mine before saying:
“I think I like you Andie”
He smiled, kissed my hand, and turned to the window. What. What did he just say? If I’m correct he just said he liked me. My stomach has butterflies. No, it has birds. Maybe dragons. The tickle in my gut made me smile like a horse. I turned to the window and kept that smile on my face until that orange sun had set. Nothing around me mattered. Nothing that went on could rip that ridiculous smile off my face. Not even Louis and Niall fighting over Subway or McDonalds. Not even the loud, annoying music. I was happy. Effervescent. Overflowing with rainbows, smiles, and hearts. The rest of the drive went nice, but we still weren’t there thanks to Louis sleeping in. We pulled over on the side of the road into a gas station. Niall again laid on his stomach, blonde waves over his relaxed brow, and Louis had his legs on the wheel. Harry and I stayed up a little later than Niall and Louis. Chatting about animal rights. We talked for hours it seemed. I started to get sleepy. My lashes batted as my eyes slowly closed. I rested unintentionally on Harry’s shoulder. He held my body, and before going to sleep himself, he kissed me on the ball of my nose. I could feel his warm lips. I shook. He placed his arm around me and took a deep breath before falling into a deep sleep.
Birds chirping, and howling subtle wind woke my tired eyes. Harry was still tightly wrapped around me. Head on my shoulder, curls falling over his cheek. I had never slept so good. Never so peaceful. Something about Harry’s presence calmed me down. I didn’t even need to let him in. He walked right in, and I hope he stays. His hands were on my leg, which was awkwardly placed and uncomfortable. But I wasn’t going to move. I let Harry sleep as I stared out the foggy glass window. I ran my hands through his soft curls. His head nudged at my neck. He let out a breath. I saw his eyes flutter as they slowly opened. His green eyes pierced me. His pupils were large, and smile limp, sexy, and huge.
“Goodmorning.”
This was going to be a good day.
