Harry Styles Stories 2019

Rain Rain - Part 1

The rain was pouring so hard and so fast, the pavement was nothing but a blur as Lexie gazed out the window at the parking lot. She was grateful she'd remembered her raincoat, but cursed herself for not bringing along her boots. Her sneakers were bound to be a saturated, wet mess even after the short jog from the car. She could feel her bare toes curling against the rubber soles, and with a bitter scowl she shoved her hands into the pockets of her coat.

"Lex?"

"Hmm?" she turned her head in slow motion to see Harry looking at her with a raised brow.

"You sure you're okay with this?"

Lexie nodded, giving a hesitant grin. "'s fine. No worries."

With a short nod to the man behind the counter, Harry took the room key and covered his head with the hood of his jacket. Pushing the door open, he grunted at the volume of the rain, both the noise and the amount, allowing Lexie to exit the lobby first.

"I can't believe they only had one room," he grumbled as she passed.

"Harry, don't worry about it," Lexie assured him. "We save money this way anyhow."

Harry lifted his head to check that she was smiling, her nearly ever present grin lighting her face, even on a full shit day such as this. He grinned back, making his way down the sidewalk to the last room on the left. Rain seemed to pelt against them sideways despite the awning above their heads.

"Jesus, it's cold though," Harry heard Lexie mutter as she bounced on the balls of her feet, waiting for Harry to unlock the door.

Sliding the key into the slot, the light flickered green and Harry pushed the door open. Rushing inside, Lexie pushed her hood off her face and took a gander around the room.

"Not too bad," she appraised, sitting on the bed and kicking off her wet shoes.

"I'll go get the bags," offered Harry.

"Oh shit, I forgot!" exclaimed Lexie. "Let me put my sneakers back on."

"No, no, you're fine," Harry waved his hand. "Sit, relax, get warm. I'll just be a second."

Lexie made a face, but reluctantly took off her raincoat and sat back on the bed, watching Harry make a run for it. She could see him out the window, opening the trunk of her car to retrieve their luggage, laughing to herself as she recalled how he'd called it a boot when they'd packed it.

The trip was supposed to have been a short one. So far it was twice as long as it should have been, nothing but a string of disaster after disaster. They were way behind schedule. But if Lex was being honest, she didn't mind. Harry had proven to be a great travel companion, entertaining her jokes and chipping in some doozies of his own. When they'd gotten a flat tire, she'd helped him change it and then bought him breakfast. When Shelby had called her cell unexpectedly, and she'd panicked, Harry had covered for her, saying she was driving and couldn't stop to talk.

"Safety first," he'd said, even though she had bluetooth in her car.

Rising from the bed, Lexie held the door open for Harry as he ran back inside, a bag on each shoulder. Dropping them down beside the television with a huff, he finally got his own look at the room.

"Sorry about the one bed," he sighed, unsure how Lexie felt about having to share it. "I'll take the floor."

"Don't be silly, Harry, it's a King! And should you really be offering that with your terrible back? I won't have you complain for the rest of the trip."

With a chuckle, Harry unzipped his hoodie and shrugged out of it, tossing it on the nearby chair. Fingers ran through his damp curls as he stepped out of his shoes and placed them next to the door. Unzipping his duffle bag, he pulled out some dry clothes.