full throttle || h.s. ||

seventy-four || the upper hand

the song for this chapter is "Dream A Little Dream Of Me," by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong :)

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Harry

   "Has anyone filled in the others about what happened?" Finley asked me as Leonardo pulled into our driveway, the engine of the car humming along as it crept up the cement, Alex and Tommy already making their way inside.

   "No, I figured it'd be best to explain it in person, that way it wouldn't be as hectic here while we were gone," I replied, reaching a hand around Finley's waist in order to open the car door after Leonardo put the car in park.

   I brought my hand back to my side so that she could stand up from her spot on my lap, cracking her neck as she stood, as I'm sure it was sore from being hunched down in the confined space of the Lamborghini, there was barely enough room for two people, let alone three. 

   "Do you want me to tell them?" I offered, pushing myself out of the confining seats and stretching out my back and my legs.

   "Or I could tell them-" Leonardo started to say, but I cut him off.

   "Nope, not gonna happen," I rejected, shaking my head while Leo looked at me with an open mouth and pouty eyes.

   "I could kill you for saying that," he reminded me, but I just folded my arms in front of my chest and raised an eyebrow at him.

   "Do you want to kill me, Leonardo?" I hummed, cocking my head to the side.

   He scrunched up his nose at me while Finley laughed softly from behind me.

   "Sometimes, yes," he admitted.

   "Ditto," I shrugged with a smile, "are we good now?"

   He let out a reluctant breath of air and nodded. "Yeah, we're good."

   I nodded and turned back to Finn, smiling at her before she turned around and began walking into the garage to get to the side door.

   She pushed it open and already, we could hear chatter coming from inside the house. I paused by the door to put Finley's car keys into the little dish, it made me sad as I set them down, knowing they would not be in use for a while.

   I know she expected to never drive that car again, but I refused to let that happen. Even though I had told her that it was the memories that were important, I still knew how much sentiment and value that car held for her. 

   I also knew that I could fix it. I knew exactly the way to do it...it was just something I never thought I would ever even consider. But that's the thing about Finn...she made me reconsider a lot of things in my life that were previously non-negotiable.

   What I had to do made my heart race, ache, and beat irregularly. But I knew I had to do it. I had to fix it for her, and the only way to do that...well, it required me to fix myself a bit too. And I would do it as soon as we got back from the rally races.

   "What's with the sad face? Who died?" I heard Willa chuckle from inside the living room.

   I took that as my opportunity to walk in, everyone's eyes darting immediately to me...to my blood-covered shirt...my red-stained hands, and my unruly hair.