birds // hs

13. Drive Home

The drive home was probably long for Harry because I fell asleep about ten minutes in, and I could feel his hand tapping on my thigh every couple of minutes when I would stir and he would assume I was waking up.

Finally a very pitchy rendition of Dream On woke me up and upon opening my eyes, I realized we were on the highway going into town. The faded buildings zoomed past us and soon we were at the one blinking traffic light in the middle of town, right next to Harry's favorite snow cone place.

"You're awake," he grinned, kissing my knuckles softly. "I was so bored."

"I'm sure you were," I laughed groggily. "What time is it? I'm starving."

"Do you want Burger King?" He asked with a concerned frown. "Shit, I forgot to feed you today. I'm sorry, baby."

"It's fine, I'm fine," I assured him with a small kiss to his stubbly cheek. "Can we just find something at home? I kind of want fruit."

"Fruit? Like strawberries?"

"Um, yeah. Strawberries are a fruit."

"Like strawberries with whip cream?"

"Well that's not really dinner-"

"If you let me put whip cream on your pussy I swear to god, I will never ask for anything ever again."

"What?!" I cried indignantly, my eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. "Harold!"

"It's the truth!"

"What the hell?! We were having a normal conversation and you just had to go and make it all...all-"

"Sexual?"

"Yes!"

He smirked. "Is that a no, then?"

"I-" my voice faltered. "I'm not sure."

"I'll let you put it on me."

"I don't even like whip cream that much," I scrunched up my nose. "Too sweet."

"Aw, just like you, baby girl."

"Stop trying to be a kiss-ass," I squinted at him. "I see what you're doing here."

"Baby, I would love to kiss your ass."

"Harry!" I shrieked again as he fell off laughing. "Stop making everything I say sexual!"

"I'm just fucking with you," he grinned through his laughter. "I'm sorry, I'll stop now."

I huffed and sat back. "Thank you."

He was still smiling like an idiot as he wove our fingers together and gave them a small squeeze, then kissed my knuckles.

It was a nice silence the rest of the way home. We agreed to stay in our own beds that night, which I knew wouldn't last long but it was a nice idea for us to spend some time apart.

"I had fun today," he chuckled, giving my hand a few more feathery kisses. "Thank you for coming with me and helping to grade those tests. I'm sorry it wasn't more exciting."

"It was fun," I replied carefully. "In a way..."

"Oh shut up, you're a terrible liar."

I giggled and as we pulled up to my Pops' house, I let out a deep sigh. His old truck was parked in the driveway and so was my parents' car, which was the focus of Harry's intent gaze.

"Is that your mum's car?"

"Goodnight," I quickly smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek. "I'm working tomorrow but I'll call you."