Adore [H.S.]

17

Oh! Darling - The Beatles  

HARRY

We began to walk down the road, the late sun beating down on us. I sneaked a peak at Isabella. Her hair was down in loose waves. The wind had picked up causing a small whiff of her rose shampoo to drift over to where I stood. I had to hold my shit together when it invaded my senses. 

It was the best smell I had ever smelt in my whole fucked up life. My whole fucking existence. 

As we walked towards my shitty volkswagen, I prayed to the unknown gods above that she wouldn't care. It wasn't that I was ashamed of my car. I could care less about what I drove. If it got me from point A to point B, I didn't give a damn. 

But Isabella was a lady, and for some rason that mattered to me. 

Never before did I care if a girl was sitting on the torn up seats of my '85 Volkswagen station wagon. She usually wouldn't get past the back seat anyways. But for some god forsaken reason, I cared about the torn up seats and the broken down air conditioner. I cared about what she thought, and that in itself freaked me the fuck out. 

What the hell was happening to me. You're becoming a girl, that's what. 

I snapped out of my thoughts once we approached my car. "Uh, this is it." I nervously scratched the back of my neck, looking anywhere but her. Hesitantly, I looked up and was still-shocked at her reaction. 

Isabella's mouth was stretched out into the widest grin I had ever seen. Her eyes were wide in delight. She let out a squeal (a fucking adorable squeal). "This is yours?" She asked, her voice completely in awe. 

"Yeah." I shifted from one foot to another, awkwardly biting my lip. 

"This is amazing! I've always had a strange fascination with old station wagons. My dad thinks I'm nuts. He would always say that it's for the lower class," she rolled her eyes and let out a huff. "Which if you ask me is complete bullshit. Station wagons are fantastic! I'm so jealous that you have one." 

Her eyes met mine in an exaggerated wonderment. I chuckled at her excitement, not expecting this reaction at all. 

"You really like this piece of junk?" I asked, playfully hitting the roof of the car. 

"It's not junk, Harry! Sure it could use a good paint job and maybe a wash. But other than that, it's amazing." 

"You'll change your mind once you get hit with no air conditioning."

"Everything has it's quirks." She smiled. 

I looked at her, completely amused. This girl was something else.  "Alright then. Get in," I said opening the door for her. She stood still for a moment, her face slightly shocked. She quickly snapped out of it however, realizing this was her cue to get in. Once she sat in the seat, I shut the door for her. I walked over to the drivers side, opening it and getting in. 

"The seats could probably use a good patch or two," she giggled. I only smirked back. I looked over at her once again. The sun shined through the open window, creating an iridescent glow that surrounded her. The lighter tones of her hair reflected off of the sun's rays, making her hair seem almost red. I kept sneaking little glances at her. I was seemingly unable to control my eyes from looking her way. 

"Is there something on my face?" Her sudden question snapped me out of my glance. 

"What?" 

"You keep looking at me." She laughed slightly. "Is there something on my face that you keep looking at or something?"