Chapter 11

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"Hey," he says as I pull into my driveway, waving and shooting me a really cheeky smile.

"Hey, cupcake," I say, pulling my car into park, "Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise," he says, shooting me jazz hands and trotting over to his passenger side. Quickly, he lifts up a pink bandana that was sitting in the cup holder.

"Here's your blindfold," he says, tossing it to me.

"Oh my gosh," I laugh, "I'd be completely stupid if I put this on, Harry."

"You're point?" he asks, smirking.

"Shut up," I laugh and tie on the bandana.

"It smells bad," I whine, the aroma of sweat and the dollar store drifting down to my nostrils.

"Stop complaining," he laughs, leading me to the passenger's seat and buckling my seat belt for me, "I picked it up from the dollar store at the last minute."

"This is scaring me, though, Harry," I squeal as I hear the engine rev.

"Good," he laughs.

We drive for a bit, me changing the station to whatever pop station I first heard. We didn't talk to each other and he covered my ears at certain points.

Then, I feel the car jerk and I know we have parked.

"Okay," he says and unties my bandana dramatically.

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