Moments In Time (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 5 - Harry Meets Louis 2.0

Shit.

Harry blinked. As he straightened his clothes and stretched, he cursed under his breath. Luckily, his mom wasn't anywhere in sight, and neither was Gemma. Which was very good, considering the amount of profanities he was shooting at the floor.

What had happened? The last thing he remembered was crumpling to the floor pathetically... Probably even more pathetic than the time he threw a garbage can lid at the wall, only to have it hit him on the head when it came down.

He sighed and took a couple strides over to the table, where a note was neatly placed. He scanned it once, and found it utterly pointless. His mom and Gemma had both gone shopping so he was alone at home. No big deal.

He poured himself a glass of apple juice and laid on the couch lazily, putting his feet on the coffee table. His mom had always hated when he did that, but he figured it was okay. He didn't even really understand what was going on, and his mom wasn't home anyway. The phone rang and he picked up right away without thinking.

"Hello?"

"Harry?"

Harry almost dropped the phone. What if it was someone he didn't remember? "Yeah?"

"It's Nick."

"Nick? From White Eskimo?"

"Where are you for rehearsal?" There were shouts in the background. "The boys are wondering. I mean, you said you'd meet us before heading to the bakery, right?"

Harry swore again, for what must have been the fiftieth time that day. "Right. I'll be there in ten."

The phone clicked, indicating the end of the call. Harry frantically dug through the mess on the counter and pulled out the spare car keys. His family's spare car was run down, and the paint was chipped on the lower half and driver's door, but Harry didn't mind. He just hopped in and drove. Thankfully, he remembered the way to the house in which White Eskimo practiced at.

He reached the three way before tapping his fingers frantically on the wheel, trying to make the cars move out of his way with his eyes. It didn't work. When he finally got past that, and an official three blocks from his destination, he was pulled over.

Pulled over. Honestly. He impatiently fumbled through his wallet to find.. No Drivers License. No... CRAP. He wasn't legally 17 yet in the UK, and therefore not legally eligible to drive.

He gritted his teeth as the officer pulled up beside him. "You're speeding, son. Your ID please?"

"I haven't one with me." He was lying this way, he figured. He did have one... In another time.

The officer raised a brow. "Where is it?"

"Err.... In the future."

"Future." The officer smiled, but it wasn't in the way that said, "I'm a totally nice guy." It was more of the smile that said, "Haha, but if you mess with me, I'll write you up and wring your neck." Harry shuddered but stood his ground.

"Really, sir. In the future. I haven't got one... yet."

"Are you joking? Because I promise you, I am not a man who plays games. I don't like you. I don't like boys like you. I don't like all you rowdy teenagers... and this is coming from the father of a seventeen-year-old." The officer didn't look amused. "I'm afraid I have to send you a fine. What's your name?"

"Harry, Harry Edward Styles."

"Age?"

"15, sir." The officer's eyebrows furrowed.