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THIRTY-NINE

There was silence, just a tiny one, as Reagan tried to speak. All she kept thinking though was that Louis wasn't wrong and that, fuck, Harry did expect her to go on tour with them. Why she had thought she wouldn't have to, she didn't exactly know, but now more than ever she just wished she had never gotten the fucking job in the first place. Reagan panicked, she panicked and she didn't know any better and she just responded, "Yeah, duh. Of course, I mean after the tour ends." She chuckled, "I just so badly want this to be over that I'm getting ahead of myself."

Harry of course laughed along too, the momentary awkwardness between them fading, "Oh, come on. Like you could stand being away from me for so long."

"It would be a blessing." She said, calming down a bit. She would deal with this mess later. She knew she would have to anyways.

"Right." He said, a smug look on his face, "You would miss me so much you wouldn't know what to do with yourself."

"Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself."

"Aren't you here with me? On your days off? Didn't we make plans to see each other all month?"

"Since when?"

"Well, it was implied."

"Why would I want to see you all month?"

"Because, I'm great company and you love me." He said, not even bothering to look at her reflection.

"You're tolerable at best, and I don't love you."

"Sure."

She rolled her eyes, "So your tour ends in October right?"

"Yeah, but the promo for the album is going to be in full swing by then." He said, nodding.

"Shouldn't I be working in an office? Somewhere not on the road?"

"We're not your typical band, Rae. We record, write, and do promo on the road."

"So, I have to be on the road with you?"

"Is that a problem?"

"No, of course not." She said, obviously lying, "I just thought that maybe..."

"You wouldn't have to be?"

"Well, yeah."

Harry didn't want to sound disappointed, but he had honestly thought all along that Reagan would for sure be coming on tour with them. That's why he hadn't even mentioned it. He thought she had to of known, that Paul or Lydia would have already told her. All their staff and crew always goes on tour with them. It was just the best way to make sure that every single thing was accounted for. Reagan might even be one of the most vital parts, considering in how much trouble they had been getting into lately. She had helped resolve so many of their media problems lately, he knew that Lydia would want her to come along, no matter what. Reagan did her job incredibly well, everyone knew that. So it made him a bit uneasy that Reagan didn't want to come along. Not only because of her job, but well, because of them. He wanted her to travel with them, to get used to being around his tour family, his whole life really. He just wanted her to be a part of the best and worst parts of his life, from the fame to the pressure, he wanted her there for all of it.

"Do you want to go, Rae?"

Reagan couldn't bring herself to say no. She wanted to, but at the same time she wanted to know what it would be like to go on tour with him, to see so many new thing and experience a whole different kind of life. She wanted to kno what it would be like to be a real part of Harry Styles' life, so of course she muttered, "Yeah." and tried to forget about all the repercussions.

"Good. I can't wait til we get to England."

"Why's that."

He smiled, "I'm from England."

"You don't say?"

Harry gave her a pointed look, but continued nonetheless, "It's also where my family resides."

"Ah."

"You know, the family I want you to meet?"

"What?"

"I already met your mom."

"Yeah, on accident."

"I still met her."

Reagan sighed, "It's way too soon for this, Harry."

He shrugged, "We're still friends aren't we? Besides all the fancying each other, we're friends, right?"

"I guess."

"Well, can't you meet my family as my friend?"

For some reason though, that made her more uncomfortable than being introduced as his girlfriend. At least as his girlfriend there was a purpose for her meeting his family, but as a friend, it was just a little weird.

"Do you introduce all of your friends to your mom?"

"Just the ones I'm particularly fond of."

Reagan smirked, "We'll talk about it when the time comes."

"Yeah, I guess it's better that way."

Reagan looked down at the GPS and frowned, "Why does it feel like we're never going to get there."

"You're the one who's been there before." Harry started, "Aren't we going the right way?"

"I haven't been there in forever though," She said, grabbing the GPS and checking that Harry had inputted the right address, "And it doesn't feel like we used to see so many farms on the way there."

"What are you saying we're lost?"

Reagan's brow furrowed and she full out scowled when she looked at the address Harry had inputted, "Well, according to the GPS we're not, since you put in the wrong address."

"What!?"

"The address you put in is for a fucking dairy farm! Not Flintridge Proper!"

"So the burger is raw and unshaped." He said, trying not to panic, "Don't you like your burger rare?"

"Not if it still moos!"

He sighed, "Well, consider it an extended trip."

She shook her head, "I'll put in the right address."

Harry nodded, avoiding her glare, as the car slowed down and eventually stopped on the side of the road, "Great. Just one problem."

"What's that."

He turned and smiled nervously, "We're out of gas."