Through The Dark || Harry Styles

27. LUCY

LUCY

"Harry, how am I meant to pack if I don't know where we are going or what we will be doing?"

I'm pissed off, but only because I hate surprises and I hate not having a plan.

I've had the week from hell. Mr Fulham acknowledged that my behaviour at work has been more professional; that I'm starting to be able to cope with deadlines and customer complaints like I used to and he can see I'm slowly becoming more reliable and efficient.

That was, until Claire with an E shoved my day off last week in his face, making the connection to my birthday and my wedding anniversary and insisting that I had fallen back off the horse.

Now I'm at square one, again.

"Lucy," Harry's voice sounds down the phone, he's getting angry too. "I told you already. You need: Clothes for tomorrow, just whatever the hell you would normally wear on a Sunday. Your bathroom shit. A warm jacket. And Lola."

"Which means I also need Lola's bowl and lead and bed..."

I'm being difficult and I know it, but I can't stop myself.

The truth is I've already packed, probably far too much, but this is what I do. I push people away that are trying to do something nice - like take me away for the weekend for my birthday.

"You have been whining so long, I'm actually already at your house," he hangs up the phone at the same time as I hear the front door open and slam in a huff.

"Lucy?"

My eyes widen at the fury in his tone as I hear his boots stomping down the hallway.

"You know what, Harry? Maybe we shouldn't-"

I don't get the words out before he is picking me up, my legs wrapping around his waist and he spins me onto the bed. I gasp as my back hits the mattress and Harry hovers above me, his arms caging in.

"Listen to me, we are going to take my car and drive ninety minutes west. Preston's parents have a place there that we can use. We will be alone, no need for small talk, or fancy outfits or worrying about Lola with other people. We are going to stay one night. It gets a little chilly in the evenings at the moment and although there is a fire, I think you should bring a jacket, just in case. I have the car packed with groceries, in cooler bags, nothing's going to spoil. There is a kitchen with everything we will need and if it's not clean enough I will clean it. No, Preston doesn't know you are coming with me. Yes, I brought Scrabble."

He takes a deep breath and I exhale the one I was holding, but he isn't finished.

"Lucy, I will never put you into a situation where you are uncomfortable or don't have everything you need. Okay?"

He doesn't say it, but he's asking me to trust him.

"I'm uncomfortable now," I can't help myself as I raise an eyebrow; testing him.

He bites the side of his mouth, a smirk ghosting his lips as he shakes his head at my relentlessness.

I'm taken by surprise when he kisses me hard and fast.

"No, you're not, love. Now, let's fucking go."

Pushing away from the bed he strolls back out towards the front door and I follow, dragging my feet a little at the prospect of being out of my comfort zone for two days.

Harry halts suddenly as he noticed my packed bags by the kitchen.

"Are these for the weekend?" he asks, surveying the two duffle bags and the basket filled with Lola's bed and belongings.