canyon moon - harry styles (I know it's not out yet, just bear with me)
"Wake up, Lacey. The carriage should be here any minute now." I awake to the sound of a deep, raspy voice that sounds like melting butter. I grumble something that even I can't understand and stand up.
"Thanks for waking me," I try to tell him, but he is already out the door. I walk out to see him scurrying around nervously, making preparations for our departure. I go back into the room I slept in and make the bed to the best abilities that my morning brain can produce. I pick up my clothes and shut the door so I can change. I look in the mirror and run my fingers through my hair, letting out a sigh.
After I change back into my normal clothes, I pick up the ones Harry had given me and exit the room.
"Here," I hand the folded pile of clothes to Harry, who pauses in his tracks to take them with a smile, only to return to his preparations within a split second. "You seem nervous," I observe, crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows.
"Yes, well, Lacey, I have a lot riding on this trip. There is a lot of pressure on me right now," he retorts, I can tell he is slightly annoyed, so I decide to shut up. He continues to stuff all of his clothes into suitcases of all sorts and kinds. He sure has a lot of clothes. He must be rich, I guess. Especially for this time. Learning about it in school, we were taught that many people in the working class were not that fortunate, so he must be loaded.
"Sorry," I mumble, more to myself than him. "Is there anything I can do to help out?"
"Well the carriage is here, so why don't you bring this out," he gestures to a small, velvet box. I look at it questioningly but pick it up and keep my mouth shut. "Make sure it stays safe," he continues.
"You know I can handle more than just a box the size of my palm," I remind him, further raising my eyebrows.
"Why, I would never do that to a lady," he says, seeming almost offended.
"As much as I appreciate you being a gentleman, it seems like I have some stuff to teach you about gender equality," I say before walking out the door, furrowing my brow.
Stepping outside, I see a shining carriage, led by two elegant, white stallions. My surroundings make me feel like I'm in a fairy tale. Except I'm stuck in 1830 and I don't know why, I remind myself.
"Hello?" I walk to the front of the carriage and I am met by a set of kind eyes.
"Hello, ma'am," he says, brown eyes glimmering in the rays of the sun.
"Is it possible for me to get in the back of the carriage so I can put something away?" He nods and leads me to the rear, opening the compartment. I carefully place the box in a smaller compartment within the larger one and give a smile to the coachman. "Thank you, uh sorry, I don't think I caught your name."
"Liam," he replies with a smile. I extend my hand for a shake which seems to take him a bit by surprise, but he accepts and shakes my hand with a very firm grip.
"Thanks, Liam," I smile again, before walking back inside, carrying my head high on my shoulders. I shut the door and see Harry who finally seems content with his packing job.
"Ready?" He asks me with excitement and nervousness gleaming in his deep, green eyes.
"As I'll ever be," I respond. I pick up a few bags which earns me a small glance from Harry, but I ignore him and take them back to the carriage.
"Here let me get those in for you," I hear from behind me. I turn to see a smiling Liam, with his hands extended.
"Oh, it's alright," I inform him. "I don't want to impose."
