Picture 18 ~H.S~

29/09/2017 5:32PM

29/09/2017 5:32PM

Harry stood, waiting in the studio for Summer to get herself changed to leave. It didn't take her long and soon they were both heading to her car. It was a small convertible BMW.

She threw him the keys, "I don't want to drive."

"Well, I won't know where we're going."

She nodded, "That's the point."

The two got into the car and Harry started it up, Summer was quick to put her feet on the dashboard and Harry let out a little chuckle. Summer turned on her radio and the All American Rejects started to play, he looked to Summer who pulled out a cigarette and undone her window.

"You're different."

She shook her head, "No, just out of work I get to be who I want to be."

"You said you would tell me about the whole dream thing."

She took a drag on her cigarette, "I want to be a model, that part of my dream is accomplished but I don't want to be like this." She gestured to her figure. "I hate having no boobs and bum and seeing my bones is gross not glamourise. I hate that this is what young girls strive for. I want to be a model with curves, I want to show girls that it's okay to have a bit of meat."

"Then do it." Harry shrugged.

She laughed, "It's not that easy, my dad is so high up on the company that I have to do what he says, I'm hoping that all this rebelling will get him to listen to me."

"Have you actually told him?"

"No, he won't listen."

"Just try."

Summer shook her head, "You can't really talk considering you've loved someone for, like, ten years and haven't said anything."

"Actually, Alex told me she should be coming to visit soon."

"How are things going?" Summer asked.

Harry shrugged, "Okay but a part of me has a bad feeling."

"About what?"

Harry drew in a breath, "I haven't figured it out yet. Everything's been going right and I just feel like soon it will all stop."

Summer didn't know what to say so she turned up the volume as the headed out of New York. They didn't really talk about a lot yet they spoke about everything, nothing that really mattered in the grand scheme of things but things that mattered to them. They spent hours just driving and laughing.

"No way did you do that!" Harry laughed as he gripped the steering wheel.

Summer laughed too, "I don't like cheaters, so I threw eggs and flower at Nate."

"It was a board game!" Harry howled

"Yeah well." Summer shrugged it off.

"Do you still speak to Nate?"

She shook her head, "He was on holiday and some guy hit him with a car and they didn't have the medical supplies to treat him so he fell into a coma, he was on life support for ages and they had to pull the plug."

"I thought you don't open up easily? You told me you wouldn't open up."

"There's just something about you, Harry, that makes it impossible to dislike you, could be the dimples. I scare off all the photographers as a sign of rebellion but I don't want to do that to you." She paused, "You're not half bad."

He laughed, "I suppose that makes up for something. What's the time?"

Summer picked up her phone and he eyes went wide, "It's like, one. We've been driving for hours."

"I have no idea where we are either," Harry paused thinking, "We can find a travel lodge and see what they say, then figure out what to do from there. I'm working tomorrow."

"I was working tomorrow but Hank gave me the day off."