Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part twenty-five

^^^ if this isn't harry towards Magnolia I don't know what is...

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Harry

After the accounts of the other day, Meg insisted I hang out with her and Indie. She said something along the lines of 'have a sleepover with us girls' of course since we agreed on being friends I couldn't say no. I mean I didn't want to say no either, whatever they had planned I knew it would be tons of fun. And it seemed as much as I tried I couldn't ignore her.

Even though it was them that invited me out I insisted I drive us wherever they planned. Mostly because I don't wanna get in a crash with Indigo in at the wheel.

I take the long scenic drive, weaving in and out of the vast treeline. Seemingly familiar windy roads, they lead on. As I grow near it becomes scarce with the addition of residential properties. Lights already glimmering with the sun's exit. Falling lower and lower into the skyline, magically and yet at a daunting pace. Both of them told me to meet at the rink, so I cruised further into town. Passing the strip of cute little shops, ones with bay windows and brightly colored doors. I'd always loved the way this town was decorated, its fairy-tale-like features that were bait for willing tourists.

The familiar scene of string lights comes into view, I pull up to the front of building A. Leaving my engine running, while I wait for them to come out.

I see Indie from my window, she takes Meg's bag. Tossing it over her shoulder. I jump from my seat, pushing my car door open and hopping out. I rush over to them, giving a bright big smile. With the company my heart swells.

"Styles!" They shout in unison, picking up their pace.

"I'll take that," I greet, grabbing the bag from Indie. "Right this way ladies," My grin is strung upon my face, dimples engraved in the side of my cheeks.

"So you two wanna tell me what we're doing?" I beam, opening my trunk as Indie hops in the backseat. Magnolia stays right where she is, only now do I notice the look of pure shock on her face. Her lips parted and her jaw right to the cement.

I change my expression, "That's your car?" She says puzzled, in utter disbelief. I nod with caution, shutting and closing my trunk. "That's yours?" Meg rephrases still not getting into the vehicle.

"Yep..." I huff, intently gazing at her wide eyes. Her mouth opens wider, shaping an O instead. This much confuses me tenfold. Why was she so shocked this was my car?

"Pfft!" She puffs, letting out an exasperated chuckle. My brows furrow. "What?" I argue. She shakes her head, smacking her hand over her mouth. Continuing to let out little cute simpers.

"You are a class act horndog, Mr. Styles!" She hollers, uncontrollable coughing from her laughs. "What'da mean?" I sound desperate to know what she's going on about, though Indie had seemed to catch on I didn't. They both exchange telling glances, wide ear-to-ear grins both on their faces.

"Iceberg incoming!" Indie shouts as Meg gets into the passenger's seat. I huff in frustration. "I have no clue what you two are going on about.." I sigh, buckling my seatbelt.

Meg bursts into another chuckle, trying to maintain her composer but failing. "'Jack can you paint me like one of your french girls?'" Magnolia acts, flicking her hair around. Her tone is playful, confusing me further. What the hell is so funny... This reacts in Indie snorting, heaving for air.

"Okay, okay... let the poor boy live" Indie deadpans, she's out of breath. Her's and Meg's faces red as a tomato. "You still don't get it?" Magnolia smirks, wiping tears from her eyes.