Adore [H.S.]

58

Thank You - Led Zeppelin

"If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. Mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me."

ISABELLA

Harry's hands were gripping the steering wheel tight. His eyes were dead set ahead on the road in front of us. Thankfully there was no traffic on the road, making the drive to Manchester smooth.

I knew how much he disliked going back home. It brought back memories of Sarah and other things that he tried to avoid as much as he could. There was also his dysfunctional relationship with Mark. The tension that was in between the two men was thick and awkward. I never knew how to act around Mark. He was a terrible man. A heart that was clearly not as warm as his lovely wife. Samantha was wonderful. She had qualities that I wished my own mother possessed.

I reach over the console, placing my hand gently on his lap. He flinches before his body relaxes against my touch. "You okay?"

He grunts, his eyes not wavering from the road. I squeeze his thigh before resting my hand on his knee. He left hand lets go of the wheel, lacing his fingers with mine. He rests it on his lap. His thumb tracing circles in my skin.

"I hate this drive."

"I know."

"It's too fucking long."

"It is."

He nods, looking over at me, before looking back at the road. He adjusts his free hand on the wheel. We continue to drive in silence. Soft music playing in the background. Thankfully, there was no tension between us. Only silence. It's not awkward. It was simple... comforting almost.

The hours went by quickly and before I knew it, we were pulling up in front of the awfully big house I was growing familiar with. Harry doesn't bother to get out of the car after he shuts it off. Instead, he only sits there. His hands have fallen on his lap and his lips are pursed together.

I take a moment to look him over. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans with a whole in one knee. He was in his usual pair of boots and his hair was pulled back into a bun. I had managed to keep in my snide remarks of his outgrown hair to myself. Only giving him a smirk when he first pulled up. His eyes were now shielded by a pair of black ray bans.

"Ready?" I question him, breaking the silence. He looks over at me. His hand reaching for mine. He laces his fingers with them. He studies our interlocked hands. His thumb tracing the skin on my thumb where my hand and knuckle meet. He pulls off his sunglasses, placing them in the cup holder below.

"Not yet," he turns facing me. He lets go of my hand before he places his hands on either side of my face. Bringing me in closer to him, his green eyes look at me. His stare set on me. The heat of his breath touches my lips. Before I know it, our lips are locked in a gentle kiss.

My hand moves up and touches his arm. I take a hold of it. He kisses me deeper. My eyes screwed shut as his hands move down my face and towards my back. He pulls me closer urging me to climb over the console and onto his lap. I lean into his frame. He wraps my legs around his torso, pulling me closer to him. I wrap my hands around his neck, my fingers playing with the curls at the base of his neck that have fallen from the elastic.

Harry pulls back. I am breathless, my eyes are still shut tight. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too, Harry."

"No, you don't get it." He shakes his head slightly. "My world is fucked up. I'm fucked up. But you still are here. I don't get it but I'm glad you are. I couldn't be here," he nods towards his mothers place, "without you. You help me get by. I know I sound so fucking cheesy, but it's true."