Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Iris

He looks like a painting, I've realised that the majority of our time spent together has been in a car. The few words we ever speak makes up for a lot of our connection. There's no doubt me and Harry are connected in some way and I think he feels it too.

It's a weird thing, I don't believe in soulmates, friendship or not, nor do I think me and Harry are them. Jesus, I'd run far fucking away if I was. But there's this essence that draws me to him, I don't know. Ever since that message from Harry I was thinking about why he'd spontaneously send a text message. As far as I know, he detests me,

"Why the hi?" I speak my thoughts out loud thinking he couldn't hear me though when he speaks my eyes go wide in embarrassment,

"what?" His eyes peer from the street ahead, streetlights surging down upon the car and over his face, I may not like Harry but he should be claimed as some kind of Greek god. If I didn't know him, I would say he has to be one of the hottest men I ever later eyes on.

The golden light pours in on one side of his face, his rings that hold the steering wheel reflect streams of light. The ruby draws me in, he's mentioned red a few times, it's a weird coincidence that he has various red things spotted around everywhere. Only minimal things unlike me, red car, red decor, a red-haired fucking cat for some reason. Winnie is my favourite ginger.

His hair tousled a bit in the wind that passes over his head, it's normally pushed back but right now it's messed up, flopping in every which way. I want to reach over and push it back for some reason but I restrain myself, his green eyes turning gold blisteringly bright, unlike the darkness that normally encompasses them. He reaches a hand up to his neck unbuttoning a few buttons to open his shirt like I've seen him wear a few times,

"The message, why'd you text?" I stare at the side of his face as I see a thought flick through his eyes, I turn in my seat leaning against the door to stare at his side profile.

He pauses for a moment before he shrugs, making agitation arise in me,

"No comment,"

I roll my eyes leaning back until practically half my body is out of the car, the empty streets in my favour as Harry took us out of the city,

"Fucking hell" I hear him curse underneath his breath before trying to reach across the dash to grab at my seatbelt, pulling me back inside.

"Get the fuck in!" He screams over the endless wind flowing through my hair and ears, a minute goes by in silence when I don't answer, I angle my head upwards a fraction seeing him staring at me in a trance, it feels like bliss like I'm swarmed in a blanket of every warm moment you've ever experienced. I close my eyes, the light shining through my closed lids a bit, catching the golden rays,

"Nope, I'm enjoying myself, Harry," I say calmly after a moment much to his irritation when I hear a huff from beside me,

"You might be enjoying yourself but I don't want a fucking murder trial for your head rolling down the sidewalk," I grotesque from the image,

"Well, your being mean! I'm not getting in until you talk to me like a fucking human," There's no real harm in this right now, the streets are clean, there are no street lamps, it's just an empty highway.

I should be worried that he's taking me out of the city, without actually knowing where I'm going but I don't think I believe Harry would go all this way to murder me.

I hear him curse underneath his breath again, "Stop asking me stupid fucking questions then!"

"What? Like why the hell did you message me like two weeks ago and then completely went MIA" My calm tone drips with agitation hoping to get my point across,