*contains strong sexual contents
When they get to Harry's familiar place Scarlett feels immediately calm. She has missed this place and coming back feels really good, considering she thought she was never going to see this place again. Everything is the same, he hasn't been here at all, he didn't want to come back in a place that reminded him of her when all he wanted to do was to forget her.
"I bought you something..." Harry tells her and starts walking toward his room. On the bed there's a box that he grabs and gives to her. The box is in a velvety red and it looks to be a necklace one. When she opens it, she realizes she was right and that it's actually a diamond, a heart-shaped diamond, really small with a very thin silver chain.
"I thought I'd got you a heart so you won't have any doubts that you indeed have mine." He giggles, probably by the way too cheesy words that are the cause of the light red coloring his cheeks at the moment. He rubs her head and looks at her looking at the necklace. It's absolutely beautiful and Scarlett can swear she's never felt so full in her whole life.
"Can you help me put it on?" Harry quickly nods and takes the necklace out of the box to close it around her neck while Scarlett lifts her hair up. Once the necklace is on her neck she runs in front of the mirror to admire it. She totally loves it! She can see Harry's reflection in the mirror behind her, he looks at hers while he raises his hand and starts caressing Scarlett's left arm with the tips of his fingers, while with the other hand he frees her shoulder by her hair, adjusting them on the the other. His mouth quickly goes on her neck, down her shoulder and she feels a shiver running all across her body. She likes watching their reflections in the mirror, to see — and not just feel — Harry's delicate touch on her. When his lips leave her neck he forces her to turn toward him and meet his lips. She immediately wraps her arms around his neck and Harry's go on her waist, pushing her thin figure against his body. Their kiss is now heated, as if Harry is impatient to have her now that he's tasted a bit of her. His hands go on her body now, tapping at the fabric of the dress, looking for a zipper, but when he doesn't seem to find any he just takes the hem, trying to take it off of her, but her hands quickly go on his to stop him.
"Do you mind if we don't do anything tonight?" Harry feels surprised by her request, but he obviously obeys, letting her dress be. He feels worried, maybe she hasn't forgiven him like he thought some minutes ago.
"Are we ok?" He asks in a whisper, almost too scared to find out the answer.
"Yeah, I didn't shave!" At her words Harry laughs, shaking his head.
"You could be the hairiest woman in the world..." he starts staying, bringing both of his hands to grab her ass, pushing her pelvic against his. "And you would still do this to me." Scarlett knows he's referring to the bulge she's feeling against her at the moment and she laughs too. She feels comfortable around Harry, she likes to shave for herself, more than anything but it still blocks her from going on, tonight.
"I think we should talk tonight instead of ending up having sex all the time." Harry quickly lets her go and nods his head. She's probably right, talking about is definitely going to help them more. "Can I have one of your tees?" Harry quickly walks toward his closet, taking a plain white t-shirt and throwing it at her and going to the bathroom. When he comes out, Scarlett's dress is neatly folded on the chair of his desk and she's already inside his bed, behind his warm duvets. He throws his clothes on the chair too and gets into the bed, beside her. Scarlett immediately wraps her arms around his torso and lays her head on it like she's used to.
"I missed it!" She tells maybe more to herself, than him. She inhales his smell, that she equally missed and enjoys the contact of his warm, muscular skin with hers. Harry smiles too, wrapping his arms around her and leaving a kiss on her forehead.
"I apologized to Cielo she decided to forgive me and we're trying to be friends again..." she decides to start telling him, probably one of the major changes she's made. Harry is quite surprised in hearing that but he's definitely pleased. He smiles at her while he keeps caressing her head. "Then I'll probably fail all my exams, because I didn't study at all and I'm a little bit worried."
"You're the best, I'm sure you can still do it. You still have time to get ready." He encourages her, not having a single doubt in his mind that she's going to do great. Scarlett feels good in seeing that he believes in her more than she does. "What about Connor?" That's probably the part he's most interested about. It's better to know, in this case. He wants to.
"We went on two dates. I thought you weren't coming back and I wanted to stop thinking about you. The kiss you saw is the only thing that happened." She sincerely tells him and Harry feels way more calm. He already hates that he has seen the kiss, for a second he wanted to punch him again, but then he remembered that he had no right to. "Did you really sleep with other women?" She dares to ask, in a whisper. She's not sure she wants to know, but at the same time she has to.
"Two." He says, after a few seconds. He tries to think about it, feeling absolute disgust for the decision he has taken. "I wanted to get over you. The first time it was a girl met at a bar, she was your opposite and I thought it was gonna help but while we were having sex, I started thinking about you and how different she was and I..." He lowers his voice in a whisper, stopping at the middle of his sentence. He bites his lower lip in what seems like embarrassment.
"You what?" She insists, trying to ignore the aching feeling in her chest at his story. Harry snorts at her insistency and rolls his eyes, not really wanting to say it.
"I got soft." Scarlett starts laughing with her mouth wide open and pushing her neck backwards. She's amused for his reaction, more than anything and she must admits that she also feels relieved in knowing that part of the story.
"Don't laugh, it was one of the most embarrassing moment of my life!" He screams at her, hiding his face in his palm while she keeps laughing.
"Coke does that to you!" She smartly says, to tease him. She'll probably tease him for the rest of his life. He, with a swift movement, pins her down to the mattress, laying on her and grabbing both of her wrists to hold them up on her head.
"You do that to me!" He jokingly spats against her, taking a peck of her plump lips right after. She giggles, feeling extremely happy with him.
"The second one works at my father's office. She looked like you; blue eyes, blonde, thin... I went for it and in my head she was you and that's why I moaned your name." Scarlett bursts into laughter again while Harry rolls his eyes and shakes his head at her childish reaction.
"I'm never going to tell you anything else at all!" He snorts, unable to hide the smile from his lips and going back to sit against the header of his bed. Scarlett quickly gets up and straddles him.
"Well, you better not having any more of these stories, stud!" She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses his pouty lips.
"Alright, Sandy!" He tells her, giving her his best Danny Zuko impersonation at "Sandy". Scarlett starts laughing again, making him rolls his eyes once again.
"You and your gang try to imitate t-birds, don't you? You think you're in some Grease sequel, or something?" Scarlett meant to tease him about it too for a long time and he's just given her the perfect occasion to. Harry glares at her, knowing exactly what she means and tries to hide the amused smile from his face.
"Are you done for today? Bruising my ego with no mercy? Or do you wish to continue?" He tried to put on his best offended face but it just makes her giggle again. She wraps her arms against him and hides her face in his neck trying to hide her laughter from him. "Are you sure you didn't smoke something before going out with that dick?"
"I'm just so happy!" She goes back to look at him in the eyes, with a big and beautiful smile of her face. Her eyes are practically sparkling, he doesn't know if it's because she's almost laughed so desperately to almost cry or because she truly feels this happy what he knows is that he can affirm for sure that no woman has ever looked this beautiful at his eyes or made him this happy. "I've been feeling so down these past two weeks and you have no idea how good it feels to laugh ag-" she starts blabbering, but Harry's words stop her from finishing her sentence.
"I love you." His words come out smoothly, without any worries, as if he's just told her the most natural thing in the world. Scarlett's first reaction is to part her lips, completely serious now, looking at him and trying to make sure she heard those words correctly. Harry has had a lot of time to think in the past two weeks, he has wondered about a lot of stuff. He didn't know if he was in love with her just yet, he's never been in love in his life, he's hardly even ever cared for someone so he had no idea what it was like to be in love but right here, tonight, he had decided that Scarlett was love to him. She was his definition of love. The only love he's ever known and wants to keep exploring for a very, very long time. He feels home, whenever she was. He feels like the best version of himself when he's with her and she makes him feel the happiest he's ever been in his whole life. He knows he loves her because he feels like that in moments like these, when everything is fine and going perfect, as it should be, but he also loves her when it gets complicated. He loves her when she makes him so damn pissed, when they fight and make up. He loves her when she blabbers about stuff he couldn't care less about, but he loves listening to her anyway. He just loves her and it felt like the best moment to tell her; it was natural, spontaneous... a lot like him. He knew it was the right moment.
"Y-you... what?" She whispers, still not fully believing the words that have left his mouth. She needs to make sure, before playing herself.
"I love you!" Harry exclaims more sure this time, with a smile on his face. He kisses her cheek, more than once. "I love you." He repeats again, wrapping his arms around her and peppering her face with kisses. "I love you." A wide smile explodes on Scarlett's face, just like the tears streaming down her cheeks now. "You're crying now? You were laughing until a second ago, maybe I should've kept my mouth shut." He jokes, drying up her tears with the back of his index.
"These are happy tears!" She exclaims with a smile, trying to tell herself to stop crying now. She grabs his face in her hands and kisses him. She stays still, keeping her lips on him for a long time, just enjoying the contact. "I love you so much..." she whispers on his lips right after, once she breaks the contact. She's been in love with him for a long time now, it was easy for her to fall in love with him. She doesn't exactly know what made it so easy, but probably the same easy, natural essence of their relationship. It hasn't been easy at all, but at the same time it has always been easy for her to be with him, it felt natural. For the first time, in a long time, she would pick being with him over being alone. This is has always been one of the biggest problem of her life, according to other people, to find someone she would actually be comfortable enough to spend so much time with. She takes time to get used to people, she's always been a loner and has always liked it like that, but with Harry it came natural, which is quite funny if she thinks about all the difficulties their relationship has had and still has. It's the first time that they don't feel the urge to have sex, sleeping in each other's arms — for tonight — is enough, even more than enough.
*
When Scarlett wakes up and immediately feels Harry's warm skin right behind her a smile grows on her lips at the memory of last night. She slowly opens her eyes and smiles at him, who's surprisingly already awake, looking at her just how she's doing.
"I didn't want to wake you up..." he murmurs, moving away her hair from her face and caressing her rosy cheek. Scarlett enjoys the touch of his hand, leaning her face against it. She's missed his even deeper voice in the morning.
"Can we spend the whole day like that?" She asks with a dreamy smile, laying her head against on his chest and holding him tight. Harry giggles and she feels his chest vibrating against him.
"I wish I could but I have to go back to New York today..." he sighs, feeling already exhausted about facing his father again. Scarlett furrows her eyebrows and raises her head to bring her confused eyes on him.
"For what?"
"Just some business with my father, it won't take too long but I still need to go. You could come with me, if you want." He quickly says, when he notices her disappointed expression on her face. "We can leave after lunch, I'll spend a couple of hours with my father and then we could go have dinner somewhere fancy." Scarlett smiles and quickly nods. It seems like a good plan. She totally removes from her head the experience of last time and Harry seems to read her mind because he quickly brings it up. "We'll use my car this time and we'll stay at my house. You won't have any more thief to knock out." He giggles and kisses her head.
"So that means I'll have you for myself for the whole morning?!" She exclaims excited and he quickly nods. She immediately kisses his lips and deepens her hands in his dark hair. He surrounds her waist with his arms, letting a hand lower down until he reaches her asscheek, to squeeze it. She giggles against his mouth, before quickly getting up and walking toward the bathroom.
"I need to take a shower..." she tells him and he nods in understanding.
"I'll make breakfast, don't take too long!" He tells her with a smile and when he sees her disappear in the bathroom he heads toward the kitchen. He doesn't have much in the fridge, he cooks some bacon and toasts with cheese, that's all that's left. When he goes back to his bedroom with a tray containing their breakfast, Scarlett is already out of the shower, standing in front of the bed with her hair loose on her shoulders and wet and covered by nothing else but a tiny towel wrapped around her naked body. She smiles at him, feeling her stomach very happy at the sight of food. He sits down and so does she, immediately taking a piece of bacon in her hand.
"I love bacon!" She excitedly exclaims, taking another piece, while Harry takes a bit of his French toast.
"I was thinking that I don't really have much to wear..." she resonates, remembering that she just has her blue dress, who is definitely too fancy to wear for the day.
"I can get down and buy you something from the shop down the street while you dry your hair." He shrugs his shoulders, not feeling too worried about it. Once they're done with their breakfast he takes the tray with their plates and glasses and leaves it on his desk. Now that their stomachs have been filled and Scarlett has taken her shower, she feels another kind of need. This time, though, it's different and they both know it. This time they're both aware of their feelings and it feels like the first time all over again. By the way Scarlett looks at him, with her cheeks slightly reddened, without saying a single word, he quickly understands what she's thinking. He takes a few steps toward her and she quickly stands up from the bed. She almost feels clumsy, like she suddenly forgot where to put her hands, when he grabs her face he feels in the exact same way. He kisses her lips, with delicacy and care, just like his touch on her cheeks. She quickly brings her arms around his neck and he holds her waist. Scarlett sits down on his bed and drags him down with her. Harry, with delicate movements, uncovers her body from the towel, letting it fall on the mattress behind her. He's missed every inch of her perfect body. He leans his head on her cleavage starting to pepper it with kisses. Her hands disappear in his hair that she holds in a fist while she pushes her neck backwards, simply enjoying his touch. When his mouth gets to her breast, he doesn't waist any time and wraps his lips around her erected nipple, while his hand wanders down her body, caressing her hip bones and stomach and enjoying her smooth skin behind his touch. He teases her touching her everywhere but where she needs him the most, when he finally gets to her pelvis he lets his hand slide on her lips, just massaging her, without adding too much pressure in his movements.
"You shaved..." he observes, a smirk appearing on his red lips. She giggles at his words and nods at his observation.
When he gets up from the bed and kneels down on the floor she tightly grips the black duvet of his bed, her eyes wide shut, savoring already all the pleasure she knows he's going to procure her when he gets on his knees. The first thing she feels, is a kiss between her legs, the vulgar smack sound of it, making her almost gasp. "I missed your taste..." When she opens her eyes, she finds him looking at her, with a smirk on his — now — humid lips. His mouth goes on her throbbing center again and soon enough she feels his tongue all over her private parts. They've both missed all of it so fucking much. She tightens his hair in her fist, without guiding his movements, but just to have some sort of anchorage. He starts kissing her pelvic, then her stomach, he leaves a kiss all the way up to her face. Scarlett quickly brings her hands to his Calvin Klein boxers and takes it off of him, helped by Harry. Before actually getting into her, they both move toward the center of the bed. Scarlett wraps her hand around his length, starting to pumping on it. A moan escapes Harry's lips, he can't really wait to be inside of her. Scarlett straddles him, wrapping one of her arm around his neck, while the other keeps working on him. She kisses his neck, delicate, small kisses on his collarbone, neck and jaw. When he's hard enough, she aligns his length to her opening and slowly lowers on him. A pant escapes her lips, Harry wraps his arm around her back and brings the other on her leg, caressing it. He feels in heaven when he's completely surrounded by her tightness. He quickly brings his lips on hers, deepening the kiss right away. Their foreheads are against each other, touching, just like their lips, releasing breathless pants.
Scarlett has missed the way he fills her up so perfectly, she's missed the burning sensation of her muscles and the way her whole body feels with him. When Harry notices that the movements of her hips slow down, he brings his hands on her waist, helping her and guiding her pace.
"I'm almost here, baby..." she moans, pushing her neck backwards, trying to stop herself from coming already. Harry kisses her neck, before slightly lifting her up in order to make her lay down and he quickly gets back between her legs. He slides in her again, bringing his lips on hers. She wraps her legs around his waist, sweet moans leaving her parted lips while he moves into her at a steady pace.
"Hold it for me, love... just a little longer." He whispers against her, slowing down his movements right after. He goes deep inside of her, every time, she can feel every inch filling her up, making her completely lose her mind. He kisses her cleavage, her left breast while he brings his hand on the other one. His fingers tease her nipple, they do the same movements his tongue is doing on the other, driving her completely crazy. Once he meets her lips again, he smiles against them, feeling completely well. He's never felt better in his whole life. He's never felt more full. He had never made love to anyone in his life, before meeting Scarlett but he's to admit that it's stopped being just sex with her a long time ago; the difference now is that they've both admitted their feelings. Now he totally understands why people prefers making love to just a plain, meaningless fucking. He feels like he could get completely addicted to her body, to this. Not like he already isn't.
"I love you." He whispers against her lips, with a wide smile of his face. It feels liberating to say it out loud now that he can and he wants to repeat it to her as many times as possible.
"I love you," She repeats, tightening him against her. "So, so, so, so much." She tells him with a smile, taking a peck of his lips right after. When Harry fastens the movements inside of her, she tightens her legs around his waist and pushes her neck backwards. He feels throbbing inside of her, he's not going too last a lot longer. She pants, while he keeps exiting and entering her again. Her arms are wrapped around his neck, while he fucks her hard and deep, hitting the right spot every single time. She keeps moaning his name and takes a hold of his hair when she feels her high reaching her. Harry feels her core contracting against him so he keeps moving into her, hard and deep. He lasts a couple more pushes before spilling inside of her his warm liquid. He falls on her right after, both immediately enjoying the contact with each other's sticky skins.
*
"If you're hungry just take whatever you find in the kitchen. The fridge is full." Harry tells her. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, trying to knot his tie. Scarlett opens the duffel bag Harry has brought to see if the clothes he bought her for tonight are like the denim mini skirt and crop top she's wearing at the moment, practically invisible. In the bag there's a purple glittery dress, really short and made of fringes. She lays it on the bed, closing his bag again.
"So what are you doing with your dad?" She asks him, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed.
"We're working on some legal clauses. I'll be working with him once I graduate." Harry's tone of voice is not as excited as it should be, his eyes are empty and distant and there's some kind of sadness on his face. Scarlett stretches her arm toward him, to ask him to go sit next to her and so he does.
"And you don't want to?" She asks him, trying to adjust his rebellious curl that keeps running away from his styled quiff.
"Do I have any choice?" He bitterly giggles, lowering his stare on his folded hands.
"Everyone has choices..." she tells him with a smile. She brings her hand to his chin, making him look at her. Harry's not sure he believes it.
"All my life I have always said that I didn't want to become like him and now, every time I get older, it feels unavoidable." Scarlett holds him in a hug, that he quickly gives back.
"You're great and I'm sure you can do everything you want to in life. You don't need him!" She whispers against his lips, before kissing him. Harry would like to believe so, because he really need to hold onto something if he wants to face his father.
When Harry gets to the — lately — so familiar building of his father's office he feels like his legs are practically made of jellies. His heart is beating fast in his chest, while he walks the large corridor toward his office. He sees some people greeting him, but he's too focused in himself to greet back, so he just does a slight nod with his head in some cases, some others are completely ignored. He opens his father's office door without knocking. He raises his stare from his computer screen and brings it on him with a smile.
"How are you, son?"
"Fine!" He answers coldly, not really sitting but just walking back and forth around the office.
"I have everything ready, right here. You just need to sign it." He tells him, pushing a bunch of papers toward the other half of the desk, with a pen.
"The fact is that I don't want to sign." He goes straight to the point, finally stopping in front of him. He brings his hands in his pocket and looks at him, awaiting for his reaction. Conrad looks at him, at first, as if he was joking and then as if he had a completely fool in front of him.
"Did you lose your mind?"
"No, dad! I simply wanna do something different in life, than this..." he shows him all the disgust he feels for his empire at "this", with both his tone of voice and his distorted expression.
"That communist girl of you totally brainwashed you, didn't she?!" Harry furrows his eyebrows, trying to understand why he's calling her a communist but then he remembers that he calls everyone that doesn't own a multinational corporation like that. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
"It must seem weird to you, but I can think on my own. The only one trying to brainwashing me is you." Conrad immediately stands up from his chair, feeling heated by the conversation he's having with his son and by the way he's talking to him.
"You're delusional... you really think you're going anywhere in life without me?!" He spats at him, looking at him with pure disgust in his eyes. "You're a failure. You don't excel in anything, the only way you can make it in life is with me. Do you think that anyone would want you or care about you without my money?!" Harry tries to ignore the burning feeling in his eyes, in hearing everything he's always been afraid of. This awareness has always scared him.
"You underestimate me..." he says almost in a whisper, not fully trusting his voice. He really doesn't want to cry in front of him.
"Do I?! Good, then you're 21, almost 22. I'm sure you can start living with your own money, because, dear son, from now on, you're done with me." He screams at him with aggression, taking back the papers and closing it in a drawer of his desk. Harry feels claustrophobic, he's never lived making his own money, he's always relied on his father's and has always had a quite expensive lifestyle. "You're done with all your holidays, your designer clothes, your whores, your coke... everything! Let's see if you like living like a normal people." Harry has to hold himself back from saying anything else, he just turns around and leaves his office, slamming the door with all the rage he's feeling.
"Hey Harry!" He immediately recognizes the blonde girl he fucked some days ago. He gives her a swift stare just to make sure it's actually her.
"Fuck off!" He tells her, surpassing her and walking with long strides toward the elevator to leave this damn place.
When he arrives home, he goes straight to his bedroom. Scarlett is in front of the mirror, the purple dress he's bought her is on and looks amazing, just like he had imagined. Her hair are already done and she's applying mascara. She quickly turns toward him, waiting for him to say something on how everything went but he stays mute. He turns toward the wall and starts throwing punches against it, finally releasing all the rage he's been feeling since walking into that office. Scarlett jumps, immediately leaving her mascara and walking toward him, she rubs his back, trying to calm him down.
"Hey, hey... it's fine, you're fine. What happened?" She grabs him by his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. His stare is low and he's still shaking, she doesn't know if it's because of rage or something else.
"You need to distract me, because if you don't I'm going to do the coke I have in my drawer." He tells her, trying to stay clear. He nervously passes a hand through his — now — messy quiff and Scarlett immediately feels worried, things must have gone badly.
"Hey, look at me!" She grabs his face, forcing him to look at her. His eyes are wet and sad. He feels completely emptied and exhausted. He's always felt like that, a failure, a waste but then Scarlett came into his life and he started feeling better with himself, like, after all, he wasn't that useless. She's the first person in his life that has made him worth of something. "What happened?"
"I didn't sign and that piece of shit of my father said I have to start making my own money to survive from now on." Scarlett parts her lips, not really expecting things to have gone this tragic, she feels guilty but she's also happy he's decided to do whatever makes him happier.
"It's fine, you're going to be fine. I basically live at your house without paying shit so I'll buy food and I'll pay for both of our weekly cinema ticket. It's gonna be great..." she tells him, trying to seem excited, because she really thinks it's going to be fine.
"Nothing's gonna be fine. I'm about to take a degree I care nothing about, in a field I despise... I feel completely lost." He desperately says, feeling unable to hold his tears back anymore.
"Babe, we live in the Land of opportunities, there are so many things you can do, you don't have to decide now." She caresses his cheek, kissing his pouty lips right after.
"I'm gonna be a failure, just like my father said and you're going to break up with me." He feels hyperventilating, more than he already is, just thinking about it. "You're going to marry that fucker, Connor, because he's gonna be someone. Do you know that his father is a FBI agent too, oh, and he's candidating for senator?" He starts blabbering and Scarlett looks at him quite confused. "Fucking Connor!" He throws another punch against the wall, feeling completely lost and mad.
"Hey!" She raises her voice to capture his attention. "I don't give a fuck about Connor and I don't give a fuck about his father, I care about you and no, I don't care about how much money you're gonna make, you asshole." The first thing Harry feels like doing is closing the distance between their lips, in a heated kiss. He grabs her face and she does the same with his. He feels immediately calm is feeling her lips against his, he could live like that forever and he'd be fine with it. He doesn't need anything else, but her. Maybe he can really be fine.
"Let's get out and I'll offer you dinner for tonight." She giggles against his lips, feeling completely satisfied that this time he can't really oppose. "We can get drunk on cheap wine."
"No, I have a better idea..." he walks down the corridor, toward his father's winery and takes a bottle from there. "Let's go!" He takes his jacket and so does Scarlett. Before leaving they open the bottle. They get into his car, not really knowing where to go, Harry pretty much drives around, looking for a place that doesn't seem too expensive but not too gross either while Scarlett starts drinking from the bottle.
"This is so good!" Scarlett exclaims surprised, looking at the label to check what wine it is, but it's all written in French. Harry giggles at her words.
"He took so long to find that bottle, he's gonna be pissed when he'll realize it's gone." Scarlett laughs with him, probably a little bit tipsy already. In another situation she would have told him how of a bad idea it is. Maybe she should be tipsy more often.
"You already drank half of it, Scar?" He observes surprised, seeing the half empty bottle in her hands. She just shrugs her shoulders.
"It's so good, Harry..." she sighs, trying to find some sort of justification that just makes him laugh.
"Put it down now, baby..." he keeps his eyes on the road, but when she doesn't answer he looks at her, that seems quite captured by something on the street. "Are you here?" He raises his voice, trying to wake her up from her state of trance.
"Stop there!" She quickly screams.
"Scar, I can't park here." He quickly tells her, and before he realizes she reaches for the wheel, trying to make him stop.
"Stop the car!" She screams again, pulling the wheel toward her, and before Harry can straighten again the direction, they find themselves to a crossroad and he can't really do much to avoid the truck driving against them. The last thing they can see is the blinding lights of the truck, before everything goes completely dark.