Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Iris White

I'm going to tell him, I've decided. I just wish he didn't have to make it this fucking hard, laughing and giggling this morning completely juxtaposing us later. I'm pretty sure this won't end well, with harry it's a bit hit and goes, you never really know what you're going to get with him. But I'm going to tell him...

Just after today, later in the evening when the smiles on our faces have cooled down and we're back to as we were before, maybe I even hope today turns sour, we can shout at each other and cause each other pain maybe then it will be easier than telling him sober, our minds completely aware of everything around us.

Fuck.

He's going to know.

As much as I hate to say this because I do love kids, I don't know how much more fucking kids bop I can take, my head is killing me.

I look over to Harry seeing a dim golden light cast on the side of his chiselled face, my eyes scanning up and down his godlike appearance. Tugs of hair curling onto his forehead, it looks more golden in this dewy lighting, the sun bringing out these pretty natural highlights I've never noticed before.

I can't help but think he looks like a Greek god, one of those statues you find in a museum your school dragged you to but become totally infatuated with the marks and serenity of its looks.

If the Greeks looked like that send me back in time. Please.

When I notice I'm staring too much from the giggle of Vivi's laugh I look back to her sending her a playful glare poking my tongue out before laughing with her I turn back to Harry clearing my throat,

"Is the kid's bop necessary?" I lean close enough to him so he can hear me over the screeching voices of the absolute talent that fills my ears.

Except the screeching fades when it's replaced with breathy chuckles making my lips curve up too,

"And what would you prefer Sweet? You don't want to listen to kid bop anaconda... Crime" He leans over to me sarcasm dripping within his voice, I turn my head so that I'm staring at the side of his face, lips curving up as I see his animatic expressions.

Still staring at the side of his bright face I don't even notice when we come to a stop at a red light, his face turning to be surprised to see I'm already looking straight at him, lips rolled in between my teeth trying to contain my smile. His eyes flick down to my bitten lips though he tries to play it off by making a stupid face shrugging his shoulders,

"If it were up to me..." I grab his phone from the cup holder his eyes glaring at mine when his head moves a Centimetre to see his yellow cased phone in my hand, pulling the aux cord from his phone and pulling it into mine before putting his phone back in the holder,

"Yes?" He queries, eyes and brows sarcastically widening,

I look back at him, our faces on a few faces apart I realise, looking down at the phone in my hand and quickly pressing play, though I feel a thumb underneath my chin placing my gaze back on him,

"What's the song sweet?" A smug smile graces my lips as I hear the first few beats, his face dropping,

"I'd educate them," I send him a sweet smile, his face breaking into a snigger, crinkles forming near his eyes, his head turns back to Vivi,

"Hands over your ears missy," She pouts making Harry chuckle, "Pouting doesn't get you to ice cream love," he sings making her shove her hands over her ears,

"You can't put that on around a kid!" He looks at me with wide eyes, the light changes to green and he presses his foot on the peddle again,

"I learnt gangsta's paradise at like six Harry," I scoff before starting to murmur the lyrics to him,