𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑! | harry styles

𝐗𝐗𝐗

BREE watched through uncomfortable eyes as Connie flitted aimlessly around her room, picking up items without rhyme or reason before putting them back again.

"So..." Connie began.

Bree could tell her friend was bored, and she felt guilty - responsible. But, in her defense, Connie had shown up on her doorstep, unannounced, the boredom a preexisting condition.

"We could rent a movie," Bree suggested.

"There's nothing out I want to see," Connie shot her down. "Sometimes I really hate this town. There is absolutely nothing to do. Whoever those people are who go on and on about small town charm should be lobotomized."

"I know. Sometimes, I go to the grocery store and look in the travel magazines to remind myself of all the exciting things people do in other places," Bree admitted.

"Oh, that reminds me, the college recruiters are coming to school next week. Are you signed up for any?"

"No. Not yet. I have some ideas, though."

"Me, too. But the main requirement for college, for me, is that they have to be as far away from Lockridge Falls as possible."

There was an unspoken question looming in the air, and Bree was glad Connie didn't ask it. She had another year before she had to deal with the separation anxiety of going off to a destination where Harry didn't follow...or wouldn't follow. She wasn't sure which applied and she didn't want to think about it.

"So, have you two hooked up yet?" Connie asked instead.

"Way to segue," Bree rolled her eyes. "And no, we haven't...wait, you mean sex, right?"

"Yeah. Did you?"

"Almost."

Connie looked surprised at hearing Bree's answer switched from no to almost. Immediately she hopped onto Bree's bed and demanded information.

"Nothing happened. We were going to, but we didn't."

"Why not?" Connie's expression bordered on disappointment and disbelief.

"To put it simply: location, location, location," Bree sighed.

"Why not here?" Connie gestured to Bree's bedroom. "Your dad's always gone."

"Not anymore. Ever since me and Harry got back together, he's hardly gone fishing, let alone any overnight trips."

Connie looked like she was giving Bree's predicament some serious thought. Suddenly she snapped her fingers in mid-air. "Harry's birthday is coming up! Tell him to ask his parents to rent a hotel room for a party with his friends; only don't invite anyone and the two of you can have the whole night!"

Bree rolled her eyes again. "Like Harry's parents are stupid enough to fall for that. The fact that Harry would want to have a birthday party would be enough of a tip-off. Plus, even if they believed that, Harry's house is really nice. His parents would just want to have the party there."

"True." Connie sighed in defeat. "Well...I'd offer my house, but that's kind of..."

"Weird," Bree interjected. "But thanks anyway."

"It'll happen."

"Yeah, I'm not really worried about it."

It was partially the truth. While Bree was concerned about the actual act itself, she had already accepted the fact that it would happen. She knew that she and Harry were on the same page, and when the opportunity presented itself, they would seize it.