into the wilderness - h.s.

twenty-one

There was a loud honk in the distance. I jolted, sitting up straight and almost hitting my head on something above me. I rubbed my eyes and tried desperarely to focus and figure out where I was. Everything was dark around me, red and white lights in the distance and the dark shadows of trees flew by. I must be in the car.

Harry was sitting in the seat next to me, mindlessly scrowling at his phone as his fingers rubbed back and forth on his forhead, as if trying to soothe an ache. He looked incredibly sexy with his brows furrowed and his rings on his fingers. He must have put them back on after he left the kitchen.

Wait.

I was mad at Harry. I hated him. And I was stuck in the car with him. I tried to think of a way to get out. Maybe the car has a back seat, I can sit back there. I turned my head, but all I saw were white headlights. There was no back seat to this car, only a trunk full of equipment and duffle bags. I tried the front seats. There was already someone sitting shotgun next to the driver. They were both people I had never seen before.

The driver was a male with straight, slightly ruffled brown hair. His blue eyes reflected the tail lights in front of him. His passanger had her long, wavy brown hair pulled into a pony-tail on top of her head. They were both dressed in black and had tinted aviators resting atop their heads, even though it was pitch black outside. I looked around for a few more minuites. The clock on the dash read 3:19 am.

"Harry," I whispered to get his attention. When I did, he snapped his head in my direction, eyes filled with worry. When he saw that I was awake, his eyes became relieved as his posture sagged just a little bit.

"You're awake," he smiled slightly.

"Yes, I'm awake," I crossed my arms over my chest. "What the hell is happening?"

"You fell asleeep while you were packing."

"Okay?" I shrugged. "Where are we going now?"

"Canada. If they find us, its illegal for them to kill us unless we're on the American side of the border."

"But I dont have a passport."

"Don't worry, Lou's got it all figured out. Now—"

"Who's Lou?"

"That would be me, ma'am," the driver called from the front seat, his accent very similar to Harry's. "I'm Louis, nice to meet ya."

"Um, nice to meet you too." I nodded politely.

"Thanks for introducing me too," the brunette in the passanger seat spoke up. Their accents were all similar and I wondered what they were doing in America. She turned in her seat and extened her hand for me to shake. I grasped it and shook firmly. "I'm Eleanor, Louis' girlfriend.

Louis said something that I didn't quite catch, but caused Eleanor to go off on a long rant about why she disliked the American sweet snack, Twinkies. I didn't pay much attention as I tuned them out. I turned to Harry. He had been watching our entire exchange in silence, studying me closely.

"Hey," I whispered softly. "I thought we hated eachother."

"We don't. We DO!" He blushed and looked away. "I don't know. I was a little caught up in the moment."

"What you said about, about me messing with your feelings, is that true?" I had to ask. I'd been dying to since I heard them. I thought for sure that the way he had been acting these last few weeks had been a sure sign that he felt the same way about me as I felt about him. I was scared to admit these feelings, even though they were there. My doubts had come back full circle as he had practically terrorized me last night. I was beginning to think that maybe the feelings weren't recriprocated as I thought they had been.