July 3rd, 2015 at 06:37am
Harry didn't know how long it had been since they had been on the road. It all started after they collectively decided that university just wasn't for them, which turned them all to imagining the open road. They all didn't have much money, but what they did have, they saved up until it became a reality. He was the one who bought an old Volkswagen, as much as Louis had groaned once he drove it into the driveway. They weren't as amused by his car choices, but they didn't deny him the ability to keep a hold of the white van. Shortly after, they collected enough money to last on the road for a few months with all the expenses that came with that lifestyle. Harry was glad to be able to leave London, just like he left Cheshire a few years prior. They all had said goodbye to their families, knowing Zayn had the hardest time just letting go of his family for that long, before they started on the road. The first few weeks were easy, but by now he was huddled into the passenger seat, staring at the open road ahead of them. He wasn't necessarily moody, but he didn't want to partake in Louis' yelling and throwing of gummies he purchased at the last stop. Sighing, he pulled his hood up over his head, the A/C in the van working far too well even though it was scorching hot outside.
Casper woke up with a start, his palms sweating as he looked cautiously around the shitty motel room Kit and him had managed to purchase for the night. He could deal with loosing twenty pounds, especially to keep the other on the other side of the bed safe. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed, getting up and putting back on the dirty tee and sweat pants he had on without looking back at the boy who was probably still asleep in the bed. He walked over to the foot of the bed, tapping Kit's foot as he sighed. "Up, we're going to France," he said, Swedish accent thick from sleep. There wasn't really a reason why they were going to France, he didn't even know how they'd manage to get to France, but what was important was their destination. To him, having a destination to go to meant having a purpose to live. He ran a hand through his potentially too long hair, looking at the length as he sighed, wondering when he'd actually be able to get it cut. "The motel is just off a highway, we're going to wait out there and see if we can hitch a ride with someone," he said. He knew that in it of itself was dangerous, but he wouldn't let anything happen to Kit if it came down to that. He grew fond and protective of the boy, looking over at him with a small smile on his face.