Take A Roadtrip With Him - A One Direction Fanfiction

Conversations and Caressing

This chapter is full of utter-most thoughts and desires. I hope it inspires you to write great things.

Song of the chapter: 'Wild Thing' by Noah And The Whale. This song is by one of my favourite bands, it's mentioned early in this chapter, you should play it to get the best effect. It's really beautiful.

Picture of the chapter: Astrid Magnussen

CHAPTER 2- Conversations and Caressing

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Everything was so dreary in the early morning. The colors seemed to have seeped out of the landscape. Only a boring monotone painting was left for me to wonder at. It didn’t occupy me as much as i had liked it to.

‘Wild Thing’ by Noah And The Whale was blasted out through the speakers as we drove along. Harry had retorted to driving, Louis complained that he was too hot and too tired to drive anymore.

They were all out like a light. Except for Harry.

It was a 54 degree morning. We were all hot and bothered. You could see the strands of water bead down from the boys’ foreheads as they slept. The sweet and moist smell of sweat lingered in the air. Along with a hint of lavender.

“it’s so hot” i complain. I hated that the windows didn’t roll down.

Harry was silent

“-nice to know you agree with me” i say again, this time with a little more force.

He still doesn’t reply.

I hated when he did this. When he completely blocked me out from his world. I wanted to remind him that I was once his world, and that i don’t deserve this kind of treatment. As Zayn said, i am not a virus.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” I ask into the distance

This time, i am surprised by a response; “i remember”

“the airport”

“the baggage collection gates” he responds automatically.

his accuracy was impeccable.

“You were wearing that grey half skirt, black boots and a shirt that had some sort of indian symbol on it”

“it was japanese” i laugh “-It meant ‘new beginnings’”

I hated small talk. Like the things hairdressers ask you as they slice your hair off. What school do you attend?, what kind of music are you into?, do you want another inch off?

Small talk meant small souls. People who were stuck in skinny love.

You have a beautiful mind, Astrid. mother had always said. Use it to create beautiful things.

The silence enveloped us again. I could tell he wanted to say something to me, but was holding himself back.

“Astrid” it sounded like he has swallowed gravel, rough. “-Your.. bruises”

I should have known. I was wearing my new cardigan today, but as the heat raised, i changed into something thinner, a light blue singlet and shorts.

In a perverse way, i was glad for the bruises, glad that they showed, that there are scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.

He was waiting for an answer, one that i was not going to give him.

“I’ll kill him” Harry says