Road Trip (H.S.)

Chapter 7

Harry

"Harry?"

A gentle and soothing female voice enters my dreams, somehow putting me at ease as I lay asleep in the hotel bed. I'm buried underneath the comforter, and despite the fact that it is made of the roughest material possible, resembling a giant sheet of sandpaper, I'm still using it to keep me warm.

"Harry."

I hear the voice again, only this time it's a little more firm. The female voice remains soothing; however, there is a lot more authority in the tone.

"Harry!"

Suddenly I'm hit right in the face, causing me to jump up immediately and check my surroundings. As I rub my eyes to clear my blurry vision, I slowly begin to make out someone standing in front of me.

Felicity.

She's holding a pillow in one hand, her head tilting to the side as she stares at me. The sun peeking through the curtains almost makes her eyes sparkle in the dim lighting of the room. 

"What the hell was that for?" I groan, falling back onto the bed. I bury my face in my pillow, not wanting to get up. "And what time is it?"

"It's seven in the morning. Please get up, we need to get going on the road."

"It is really necessary to leave this early? It can't hurt to wait just four more hours," I take the second pillow on my bed and hold it over my head, wanting to block out any kind of noise that would keep me from sleeping.

Without an answer, I feel the comforter rapidly disappear from the bed. Thankfully, I decided last night to sleep in boxers, as opposed to my usual preference of sleeping in the nude. Imagine the look of surprise on the girl's face as she rips the comforter off only to see my bare ass and possibly my dick. That would be an interesting wakeup call.

"Get up!" Felicity yells at me, annoyance laced between those two words.

Groaning, I roll onto my back and cover my face with my hands. It takes me a minute or two to try and wake up, constantly blinking my eyes until they feel more awake.

I take a peek through my fingers to see the girl neatly folding things into her duffle bag. She has a couple Ziploc bags filled with bottles, probably shampoo and all that other shit. On her bedspread is a small bag that I can assume is filled with makeup. Each bag is perfectly placed on the bed, which is already neatly made.

In a specific order, she picks up each bag and sets them into her duffle, squaring them up so that each edge touches. Nothing seems out of place as she concentrates on packing the rest of her things.

I let my eyes wander from her hands and up her arms. With the black tank top she wears, the skin of her arms and shoulders is exposed. I can see the small goosebumps on her arms from the cool air blowing out of the ceiling vent. I have this weird desire to run my fingertips down her arms and across the tops of her shoulders, the skin looking so soft and inviting.

My eyes travel a bit further south, stopping as they reach her ass. With the leggings that hug her body, her backside looks fantastic, and I can't even count the different thoughts buzzing through my head.

I can't help it if I find myself somewhat attracted to her. I might have come onto her a little stronger if she didn't have a boyfriend, or if she wasn't a friend of Louis' sister. I'm not entirely sure how he would feel if I said I want to hookup with his little sister's best friend.

A couple minutes must have passed by that I was lost in thought, continuing to lay here in bed staring at the girl. I don't even notice her turn around to look at me until I realize I'm no longer looking at her ass.