The bus rolled out from the station and we're on our way!
"So, tell me about yourself." He asked, popping the chips inside his mouth.
And I thought Niall was the only food lover in their group.
Snapped! We haven't eaten anything. He's hungry. And so am I. My stomach growled.
"I'm hungry" I answered opening the bag of biscuits.
He chuckled. Now that's cute!
"Tell me exactly where on earth we are heading to"
I gave him a big smile.
"Well, we're heading to my hometown. I grew up there. But we moved to Manila when I was 6. We always spent our summer their but stopped goin' when I was 11"
"You mean we're going to a place you've never been to for a long time?" his green eyes widened. I can't help but stare into those eyes.
"Yep! Isn't that exciting?"
"I guess so" he answered giving me a look.
I giggled.
"Yeah whatever! Crazy girl" he said jokingly and looked at the window.
I realized that was the end of our conversation so I popped my earphones into my ears and played my One Direction playlist.
I dozed off.
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I woke up, dizzy. Was I dreaming the whole time? I looked at the person beside me. His head rested on my shoulder. His sleeping. I smiled at the thought. Never in my wildest dream did I imagine this. Unexpected things really happen.
My thoughts were disturbed. The bus is travelling to fast. Even though we're on a zigzag road.
I'm feeling dizzy. It turned to right, left, right, left, left again like a wooosh!
I'm about to throw up!
"Harry." I didn't finished what I was to say but I popped myself into the window and throw up.
This is one of the reasons why we don't travel by land. Aside from the fact that it takes 24 hours before we reached our place, my parents know that I can bear zigzag roads like this.
He woke up, looking at me in front of him. Anyway, if you all know, he was seated beside the window so you can now imagine my position.
"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly
"I'm fine" I answered wiping my mouth with my hanky.
Another thing about me, it's been my habit to hold my hanky.
"Nope I'm not!" taking back what I said and throw up again. This time at his pants.
"Oh my God!!! I'm so sorry!!" I apologized while, wiping my puke in his hands and about to wipe some out from his pants when he hold my hand.
"Hey! Hey! It's alright! Lemme do this, you rest your head" he managed to say even though he's still in shocked about me throwing up on him.
I just puked on HARRY STYLES. How stupid I am?
Luckily, we're over with the zigzag road.
"Are you okay?" he asked, rubbing his hand at my back. Looking so worried.
"Yup" I gave him a smile. Assuring him I was okay. Then I remembered what I just did.
"Oh my! I really am sorry." By that time we've realize we don't have any clothes with us. The one he was wearing before we met was left inside my car.
