More Than You Know (h.s)

Chapter Forty Three.

(Not going to do a flashback this chapter so that I don't have to split this into two sorrrrry)

ROSALIE'S POV ❁

"You really didn't have to do this, babe. I would have been completely fine with going out to dinner and, like, to a movie, or something." I comment to Harry as we speed down the deserted road ahead of us. Trees line both sides of our car and zip by us in a flash with Harry doing at least ten miles over the posted speed limit. I can't deny that it feels a little exhilarating to be whizzing by in our car on our way to a camping trip that I really hadn't expected to happen. Enjoying some quality time with the person I love most is definitely something to have my nerves in an twist, but it's hard to be excited knowing that we haven't enjoyed ourselves around each other in months.

"You deserved this, Rosie. I owed you, too." Harry responds. He reaches over to take a sip of his water that's in the drink holder, then places both of his hands back onto the steering wheel.

"So are we camping because you owed me or are we camping because you wanted to?" I ask back. Harry glances over at me as I kick my legs up into the dash and lean back into my seat.

"We're camping because you asked to go camping. Let's leave it at that." He reaches forward to turn the music up a little bit, then continues driving without saying anything else. I nod my head in acknowledgement even though I'm not quite content with his answer.

"How many nights are we gonna stay?" I add after a moment. Harry glances over at me and sighs, then turns down the music again.

"Just tonight. Keep that in mind so that we can make the best of it." He drums his fingers on the steering wheel and I purse my lips while turning towards him.

"Only one night? This seems like a lot of work for just one night."

"We're going for one night, Rosie. Please don't argue with me on it." He chews his lip while avoiding looking at me and I pick at my nails for a distraction.

"I'm not arguing with you on it. I was just making a comment. Are you going to be mean to me all night?" I reach over for his water bottle and take a sip, then place it back in the drink holder. It's weird to ride in the car with him again after so long and to not be touching. We don't go anywhere together anymore and we always used to hold hands while he drove when we were together. It seems like we're not really together anymore.

"I'm not being mean, baby." He nudges my hand on the console and I roll my eyes back at him.

"Well you're not being nice."

"I'm just not really in the mood for all of this right now. Can we just listen to music and not talk for a little while?" He reaches for the stereo again and I don't have a chance to respond before he turns up the music too loud for us to speak over.

For twenty minutes we continue to drive while singing softly along with the radio. We used to sing like idiots at the top of our lungs when we were in the car together, but I suppose now things aren't always as much fun as they used to be when we're with each other.

As we reach the small beach town that Harry and I have been visiting for years to camp in, we stop at a grocery store somewhere in the middle of downtown.

"What are we here for?" I ask after getting out the car along with him. We head towards the front of the store and I walk beside Harry with my arms crossed over my chest so that I'm not tempted to touch him.

"We're going to buy an air mattress. We only have that twin sized one from when we used to camp but I don't really feel like having you sleeping on top of me tonight. I don't think sharing one sleeping bag is quite as appealing as it used to be when we were twenty." He slips his own hands into his pockets as we walk into the building.