Crush Culture {{Harry Lewis - W2S}}

✮ ELEVEN ✮

Mila's pov

"Harry, ya bastard" Mila yelled, her eyebrows furrowed towards the boy, not believing her eyes.

She had simply slipped into a café that had only just opened to use their toilet, rather peeved that she had to pay €2 for the luxury, making sure to tell Harry not to wander off. Then when she came back only minutes later he had downed her full litre bottle of Evian water she had bought for the rough morning to follow.

"You owe me a new bottle" she stalked over, tipping it higher to purposely dribble water down his front.

"I will, I will" he reassured her, chucking the bottle into the bin before throwing his arm around her and moving them on their way, looking out for any shop they could find.

He had been doing it a lot that night; holding onto the smaller girl, that was.

Whether to keep himself stable or to simply make sure he didn't lose her she wasn't sure but she didn't mind, not for a minute.

"We've been walking forever," Harry complained after a further five minutes of walking, admittedly the night had taken a toll on him, "you watch, we'll turn the corner and there'll be a ferry to Spain, we'll have crossed the full Island" he exaggerated in the funny voice she'd noticed he'd do from time to time.

"Drama queen" Mila laughed back at him, wrapping her arm around his waist to jab his side.

"I'm not dramatic if it's true" he defended himself, smiling down at her with a weird look in his eyes. Another thing she'd noticed he'd been doing a lot.

"Look, a shop, we can ask for directions and get some water" she shot forward, much like he had done a few hours before, before realising he hadn't followed her, "come on!" She grabbed his arm, pulling him along and into the small shop.

It was typical of a corner shop in a foreign country, everything just slightly off; from the 'Lays' instead of 'Walkers' to the off-brand Haribos, but it put her at ease for one reason or another.

"Evian, my saving grace" she joked, pulling at the Coke bottle handle to get into the drinks fridge, "you want out?"

"I'm fine, I'll just have a sip of yours" he smirked, reaching to grab her bottle of water but she pulled away last minute, "what?"

"Uh-uh, you've stolen enough of my water"

"Oh, you're all the same" he started, rolling his eyes, "I buy you Ciroc but you won't even let me have a small-tiny-incy sip of your water" he shook his head slowly, looking downtrodden.

"I'll shove the bottle up your arse if you don't shut up" She smiled with dead eyes, suppressing a laugh.

"Sounds like a great way to end the night to me," he told her, grabbing his own bottle before taking both to the counter.

"That's disgusting" she laughed, cringing at the implication of his words.

"Hey, you're the one who offered" he shrugged, dropping a few Euros into the worker's hand before walking away.

"Harry, wait" she called, gesturing her head towards the old man at the counter, "excuse me, sorry can you tell me where we are?" She smiled as sweetly as she could.

"Ibiza" he replied, no humour to his thick accent, so it obviously wasn't a joke, yet Harry nearly had to leave the store to hold in his laughter.

"Yeah...thanks, I meant where in Ibiza"

"Jesús" he replied simply before turnings round, clearly not interested in the sobering-up girl at the counter.

Mila nodded to his back, mumbling a quick 'thanks' as she exited the shop, dragging Harry with her.

"Someones a happy Larry" she rolled her eyes at the thought of the old man, "we'll have to get a taxi.

"I suggested that an hour ago"

"No...you didn't," Mila told him, confusing clear in her voice.

"I didn't?" He asked her, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration.

"No"

"Oh...well I definitely thought it," he told her, using a bench to jump up onto a low wall, walking along that instead of on the pavement with her, like a normal person.

"Well aren't you helpful" she teased him, laughing as he manoeuvres around a lamppost to continue on his way, nearly falling in the process.

"Look there's a taxi rank right there" he pointed ahead of them quite a few yards, and sure enough when she squinted her eyes she saw it too.

"Good eyes, young Harold" she smirked, using a nickname she had heard Freezy say earlier in the night, earning her, and Freezy at the time, an eye roll from the blond-haired boy.

"I'm pretty sure I'm older than you," he told her, hopping down from the wall, "what are you, twenty-two?"

"Twenty-one," she told him, smiling a half-smile as his eyes widened.

"Twenty-one! So young" he teased her, despite only being twenty-three himself.

"Hey!" She laughed, pushing him slightly as he came closer, "I'm twenty-two next month, at least I'm not old like you" She stuck her tongue out, despite not knowing his age.

"Old! I'm twenty-three a young Donny, if anybody's old it's Josh, he's twenty-seven for God's sake" By the end of Harry's little rant, to which Mila had learned he'll be twenty-four soon and that Lux was also old, they had reached the taxi, jumped in the back and had already given the driver their address.

"Okay Harry, you're still young" She nodded sleepily, mostly agreeing with him so he'd shut up.

"You tired?" He asked, noticing her head leaning against the window, and when he got no reply back, took it upon himself to undo her seat belt.

Mila's eyebrows furrowed as she felt the fabric keeping her safe loosen, but didn't have time to react before Harry's arm scooped her up and pulled her into the middle seat, wrapping his arm around her shoulder so that she could lean into him and sleep.

She couldn't help but smile at the small gesture, cosying into him as she drifted off after a long night out.

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Written: 1st December 2020
Published: 2nd December 2020
Edited: 17th June 2023
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