The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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A/N:

FYI for this book Maya Henry is 22 years old.

I just want to clarify that.

-O

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Haven's POV:

Here I am at 3 in the morning driving god knows where with Harry. He won't tell me where we're going so I'm patiently looking out the window watching the street lights pass by us in a blur.

I'd argued with him to let me drive since he shouldn't be driving tonight at all after he got punched in the face, but he wouldn't listen, insisting that he was completely fine. From what I can tell, he doesn't have a concussion and he seems to be doing fine, but I guess we'll find out come morning whether or not his car was wrapped around a pole, I'm hoping for the ladder.

We talked about random things on the way there, laughing as he sang loudly with the songs playing on the radio and yelling at him when he took his hands off the wheel to steer with his knee as half his body stuck out the window as we drove 140 km an hour down an empty road.

Show off.

He doesn't seem like he really cares if he lives or dies. I guess we have more in common than I thought.

I listen to him now softly singing along to blackbird by the Beatles, a personal favourite of mine. His voice is beautiful. . .like the feeling of velvet or the feeling of the sun on my face. It feels relaxing as if everything around me is meant to happen. I have no cares, no fears, no paranoia as I sit beside Harry listening to him serenade me with this song.

He steals a glance here and there and so do I. I watch as his lips form each word and as his eyes close during certain parts of the song. He looks so carefree in this moment and the way he looks is something I want to remember.

"You have a beautiful voice, you know?" I tell him and as soon as I say this does he look over at me smiling, his cheeks a crimson red. I love when he smiles.

He has one of those contagious smiles that forces you to mirror his expression. His green eyes crinkle and he always smiles as if he's embarrassed about something. It looks so pure and innocent and genuine that I have no other option but to smile back.

"Thank you Sunny. What about you, I know you can play the piano, can you sing?" He asks me back.

"Yeah, in the shower maybe." I huff out a laugh. I like to sing, and loved to with my mom but no one else besides her has heard me. "Did you really drag me out of the house at 3 in the morning to get McDonald's?" looking at him I'm a little confused as we pull into the drive-thru of the 24-hour Mcdonald's. I don't understand why he drove 20 minutes when there was one 5 minutes from the restaurant.

"Do you really think I would drive all this way for a burger, no. . . this is only a pit stop. So, what do you want?" he asks for my order.

We each get a happy meal, my first one ever and I can't help but feel giddy. I go to reach across Harry to pay the boy at the window, mentally patting myself on the back for remembering to bring my wallet when Harry takes hold of my wrist and pulls his card out to pay. After paying, Harry looks at me with a frown, my hand still tight in his grasp as he simply but sternly shakes his head. "Why didn't you let me pay?" I argue with him.

"Don't worry you can get it the next time." he tells me smirking.

"Who says there's gonna be a next time?" I question him with a puzzled look.