Secret Admirers //one direction//

Chapter 43

We watch the local police approach us.

"What the hell is happening out here huh? Haven't you seen the board outside?" The officer exclaims.

"Sir actually-"

"No excuses, young lady!"

"Sir we'll pay the fine." Harry says.

"Of course you will. Also, I need your parents' contact, young lady." The officer tells me.

"But my parents don't live here, even I don't live here!" I state, rolling my eyes.

The officer turns to Harry and says, "Extra fine for being an outsider and invading into a private property!"

"This isn't fair! What kind of a private property! The door was open!" I exclaim.

"Perry!! Stop!!" Harry whispers, pinching me. "I don't wanna go to jail, so shut up."

"Hmph" I pout, angrily.

"How much fine, officer?"

"50 pounds for trespassing and 7 pounds extra for being an outsider." The officer brags. My mouth falls open.

"Are you crazy! You're already imposing a fine of 50 pounds over that you want extra seven pounds! What do you think, you've own the world?" I cry out.

"I don't think it'll be very cool if I take you to jail, young lady?"

"But we didn't even steal anything, we're just painting and we're literally leaving!" I snap.

"Yes I can see that on your face- painting and kissing and-"

"Officer please! Take this. Here's your fine. Let's go Perry", Harry says, grabbing my hands, picking the things and getting out of the house.

We were already past lunchtime, it was too late. So we directly had dinner at a restaurant.

Harry stops the car in front of a lodge to stay for the night because it'll get risky to drive continuously for two hours at night. He hasn't spoken since the incident in that family house. The night passes in seconds and soon it's morning.

"Harry?" I call him gently, moving closer to him and putting my hand on his shoulder, propping myself up on one elbow and staring at his side profile as he stares out of the window, the bright golden light of the sun coming through it.

He doesn't say a word at the sound of my voice and just keeps looking out of the window and I cuddle up closer to him resting my head on his shoulder.

I deserve the silent treatment, I know, I do. But I still hate the way he makes me feel through it. I know, I messed up but I want to still be deserve a glance from him. I don't like it when he doesn't talk because when he doesn't talk there is no way for me to know what's going on in his head.

If it's possible for me to go back in time and stop myself from arguing with the police and creating a fuss, I would have just done that, what unfortunately it isn't an option.

"I'm sorry" I say, in baby voice, trying to sound cute and emotional.

A couple of seconds pass without any change and he finally turns to lie on his back to stare at me, "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, I love you."