If I Could Fly

Chapter 10 - Brownies

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Harry's POV

I make my way out to Niall's truck and am feeling better than I have in days. I finally talked about Alex with someone and my body is no longer trying to kill itself. Yes that's a bit dramatic but I think I am allowed to be dramatic right now. I finally feel like I can breatheeee. I know everyone only meant well by offering me help constantly but all I want is for this whole thing to be behind me. And for the first time I think it actually might be, I haven't gotten a single call or text from Alex since everything went down. As awful as this whole experience was, maybe this is what had to happen in order for it to finally stop, for good.

When I see Niall's truck I don't hesitate to slip myself into the driver's seat and wait for Niall. Fuck I missed driving, maybe I can convince him to go for a ride. Somewhere with trees and fields would be nice, just somewhere you can breathe and think clearly. I plug in my phone and start listening to music for a few minutes before I see Niall approaching the car.

Niall: "You feel good enough to drive?" He says hesitantly, looking at me with concern standing outside the car looking in through the window on the passenger side that is down.

Harry: "Actually. I feel amazing!" I grin back at him.

Niall: "Good" he says returning the smile, yanking open the door and plopping in the passenger seat.

Harry: "Up for a drive?"

He hesitates for a moment and I'm not sure why. It kind of looks like he is working something out in his head.

Niall: "Sure but not too far"

Harry: "Alright" I say shrugging and turning the key to start the car.

I pull out onto the main road with the windows down even if it's a tad too cold out for it to be entirely comfortable. I couldn't care less at this moment. The cold nipping at my skin feels immaculate. I feel like I am alive, like I am free.

When Alex...attacks me. I can get over the turmoil I feel in the moment pretty easily. But when there are physical reminders screaming at me everytime I so much as breathe. It's hard not to feel caged in... Whenever he is in a particularly bad mood and decides to actually... hit me instead of just verbally abusing me. I can't just distract myself. Sure sometimes he'll say something that hits a particularly sensitive nerve and it stays with me for a few days. But those I get to work out on my own. When I am hurt physically I am watched like a hawk till I heal. I know they mean well but it's hard to know how I feel when all I can think about is covering the pain so no one knows how much it hurts so they won't worry.

We blast the music and scream along with every single song that comes on. Any time Niall does not know the words he takes it upon himself to make up his own rude lyrics to the songs. And somehow it became some sort of competition to see who could come up with the most outlandish words.

Niall: "GIVE YOU THIS GIVE YOU THAT BLOW MY DICK BLOW YOUR BACK! IF YOU LOOKED INSIDE YOUR BRAIN... I WOULD FIND LOTS OF THINGS. TEETH, HAIR, DIAMOND RINGS STUFF THAT'S DRIVING ME INSANEE"

Harry: "YOU COULD BE PREOCCUPIED DIFFERENT DICK EVERY NIGHT! YOU JUST GOT TO SAY THE WORD... BUT YOU'RE NOT INTO THEM AT ALL YOU JUST WANT ME ON YOU! I SHOULD KNOW BECAUSE I'VE HEARD WHEN GIRLS SAY"

And with that we are thrown into a fit of laughter so hard I have to pull over because I am terrified I will crash if I keep driving like this. It took a full 10 minutes before we finished laughing because everytime we calmed down we would make eye contact and then send each other over the edge and go right back to square one.

When we finally calm down Niall glances at his phone and a smile breaks out across his face.

Harry: "Who's that?"