No Control • hs

five

"What do you think is wrong with your car?" I ask Harry, coming to a light.

"I have no clue."

"Do you mind if I stop somewhere?" I ask Harry.

"Not at all. It your car, isn't it?" I drive until I reach the field with the dirt path in it. I stop in the middle of the circle that the path leads up to. I open up my car door and step on my seat.

"You coming or not?" I ask Harry hopping onto the roof of my car. Harry soon follows after, slowly, but surely. "You're the first person I've brought here, ever."

"I'm honored. But, why are we on your car roof in the middle of a field?"

"My mom would always bring me here when she was alive. We would take a vacation here ever summer, that's how I fell in love with the place. We would always play little quiz games. I was never the one to share a lot with my family. So, that's how she kind of got to know more about my unspoken life." I say, smiling.

"I'm really sorry." We sit in silence before Harry speaks up. "Do you want to play a quiz game now?" I smile.

"I'll go first." I say.

"Fair enough." Harry nods.

"Why was the paper that Zayn burned so important?"

"It's a long story."

"I have time." Harry sighs and tells me all about it.

"I was dating this amazing girl, she was beautiful, sweet, and almost perfect. She wrote me a letter telling everything she loved about our relationship, it was the last thing she gave to me before we broke up."

"What happened?"

"Well... Actually." Harry laughs. "We were planning on having dinner together that night. She showed up and I never felt more in love. We sat down and she explained to me that she had been seeing someone for the past four months of our two year long relationship. I-I was going to propose to her that night." Harry looked down, almost ashamed.

"Harry. I'm so sorry."

"I missed her like crazy for the following six months. Sometimes, I even wished I had proposed to her anyway. I felt like she was the only girlfriend who truly loved me."

"If she truly loved you, Harry, she wouldn't have done that. You deserve so much more." We sat in silence before Harry initiated something again.

" I believe it's my turn." He says, changing the subject.

"What's your favorite color?" He asks. I furrow my brow and eye him.

"Out of all the questions..."

"It's classic and essential." Harry says, "You've got to know it."

"Probably emerald... Like your eyes. What about you?"

"I don't really have a favorite."

"You have to!" I say and he shakes his head.

"I just can't pick!" In the midst of all the question answer, I felt a raindrop on my forehead.

"I think we should start heading home, it's going to rain." Harry nods and we get back into the car.

***

"Thanks for the lift." Harry says digging for his keys in his pocket. We now stood in between our apartments in the hallway.