cinema [h.s.]

chapter twenty six.

December 1, 2020.

"Alright, I've got Normiky, your pillowcase and your dolls. Is there anything else?" Harry sighs, appearing in the kitchen archway for the fifth time in the last ten minutes.

Today, Harry and I are taking Ivy to a Christmas tree farm a few hours away to pick out a christmas tree. Ivy thinks we're going on a very long road trip and has had Harry going back and forth between her room and the kitchen all morning.

He's so patient with her, which I'm thankful for, but even I'm starting to get tired of 'Wait! One more thing!' being shouted throughout the house every few seconds.

"I need snacks." Ivy pouts, grabbing the items from Harry and shoving them in a small bag. "I not starve on this trip!"

"You won't starve." I scoff, shaking my head. "We're eating lunch after we pick the tree out."

"How long we drivin?" Ivy sticks her feet out for Harry to slide her shoes on, playing with the hem of her dress.

"One hour." Harry holds up one finger, "If we play Cherry sixteen times, it'll be an hour."

Ivy looks between the two of us, a baffled look on her face.

"That's so many!"

Harry chuckles before taking the bag from Ivy and slinging it over his shoulder. "What all did you pack in here?"

"My dolls, Normiky, my case..." Ivy lists off everything she packed, taking a deep breath as she finally lists the final item.

"And finally, my favorite books." Ivy nods, satisfied with the list of items she's packed. Harry looks at me with a giant smirk on his face.

"What?" I frown and pull a hoodie of his on, roughly fixing my hair.

"She is literally you to a T when it comes to packing for trips." Harry shakes his head, the smirk still on his face as he rests a hand on my lower back and opens the front door.

He gets Ivy situated in her booster seat, tossing her bag to the seat beside her. He hops into the driver's seat after Ivy insists he buckles her bag in so none of her dolls get hurt.

"Are you ready to go find ourselves a Christmas tree?" Harry's hand goes to my thigh, squeezing it lightly as I turn down the radio.

"Will a tree even fit in my house?" I look at Harry as he turns the steering wheel with one hand. God that's so hot.

"A six foot one should, if not we can go smaller." Harry shrugs, glancing at the GPS. "What kind of tree are you thinking of?"