Tokyo Drift || HS

29 || Stormtrooper Shuffle (Part 2)

WE WALK INTO HIS rented suite almost an hour later.

After several minutes of trying to assure Harry that I really knew where my reservation was, my argument crumbled because I couldn't even name one hotel chain in the area. He kept giving me water and food in hope of bringing me back to life, but in the end, he decided to drive me to the place where he was staying for the night. In theory, I would probably be more opposed to this, but my brain is so fuddled from the drinks and Harry's proximity that I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around much of anything.

The door clicks open with an electronic card. I follow behind Harry to see the space open into a modern living area. Connected on the side is a minimal white kitchenette followed by a fenced-in balcony. Across the hall, a set of decorated double doors lead into a large master bedroom.

"You can sleep in there." Harry points to the king-sized bed in the master. "I can just sleep on the couch."

"Why?" My brows furrow in confusion. My body is slowly rebounding from the shots, but my lips are still far too loose. "We don't usually sleep like that."

He shifts his weight in place, unsure how to handle me when I'm in this brazen state.

I find his face hard to read due to his body effortlessly blending into the shadows at this hour of the night. He appears even more daunting than usual.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Indi."

I wander into the bedroom, dropping myself on the fluffy duvet. He follows me into the room, making sure I don't collapse on the floor.

"I like when you sleep next to me. I think it's nice because you smell like spices." I protest, curling my body up on my side.

"I smell like spices?" He watches me warily while a small smirk appears on the corner of his lips.

"Yes." I answer confidently. "You smell nice. Like a warm fire."

"Okay then..." He laughs softly. I turn my gaze to stare at the ceiling, unaware of my lack of filter.

"You always felt comfy. But it hasn't been comfy lately. Why can't we be friends?" I flop my arms up over my head, landing them on the collection of pillows. "You said we could be. Maybe we're not so good at that though. Are you mad at me?" All of my candid thoughts spill out like a flood from my mouth.

"Mad at you?" He tilts his head. "No, India. Why don't you get some sleep?"

"Maybe it's because you're like this." I wave my hand in front of me, gesturing to his body. "You're just you." I twist to lay on my back in the bed. "And I just - I don't know, you're fucking perfect. If I look at you too long, I get angry."

"You get angry?"

"Yep, I'm closing my eyes." I shut my eyelids, squeezing them tight. My feet swing over the side of the bed so I can stand - my body decidedly off on another mission. I stick my hands out, wobbling from the lack of balance.

Once I steady my shaking legs, I grab the hem of my shirt, sliding off my top without even thinking.

"What are you doing?" His voice suddenly sounds deeper and more concerned. I toss the shirt next to me on the floor while I stick my arms back out in front of me, walking toward the bathroom with a bare torso and red lace bra.

"Taking a shower." My voice states calmly as if my actions are completely normal. I walk unsteadily, catching the door frame in front of me. I peek slightly from my squinting eyes to get the general direction of the shower. It's large - bigger than the whole size of my bathroom back home. I continue on toward the glass doors and the waterfall showerhead that seems to be calling my name.