You're My Freedom

37

holy crap! hey guys it's been like a 2/3 months. It's been crazy so far. I mean summer was good and I just started high school and it's just been so tough writing here on Wattpad. There are a few chapters left and I do plan on finishing it. I really doubt anyone is still reading this it's been so long but, thanks to those who still haven't given up on this book or who hasn't become impatient. You may want to read the last chapter  (it's a cute one) to refresh your memory.

Madison's POV

"And I will walk 500 miles, and I will walk 500 more to be the man that walked 1000 miles to fall down at your door," I sang rather loudly in Harry's car.

"Oh god, I think I need a mute button on you," he joked.

"Oh please, I'm not that bad. I think I can be part of a band, ya know. I can be the new spice girls," I laughed at myself.

"We'll be in London in less than an hour. I'm speeding, I can't take another minute of you singing," he looked over at me.

"Hey, hey, eyes on the road buddy."

"Did you just call me buddy?" He chuckled.

"Yeah."

"Well I'm not you're buddy I'm your boyfriend," he leaned over and puckered his lips.

"We're going to crash, keep your eyes on the road," I pushed his face lightly so he looked forward.

I turned off the radio and rolled the window half way down. The cool air rushed in the car, blowing my hair.

I put the window back up and fixed my hair, it was a bad call.

"Do you want to talk?" I asked him.

"Talk?"

"Talk about what?" He asked again.

"Anything really. I don't know much about you, Harry. Tell me about...hmmm...your childhood or something."

"You don't want to know about my childhood," he frowned.

"Why don't I want to know?"

"It wasn't a happy one and I don't want to take a stroll down memory lane."

"Harry we've been dating for a while, I just want to get to know you better."

"Drop the subject."

"But, Harry- I said fücking drop the subject," Harry yelled and I jumped in my seat.

He took glances at me with a frown on his face and he's grabbing on to the stirring wheel so tightly that his knuckles are white.

"I'm s-sorry, I won't e-ever do that a-again," my voice is shaky.

"I don't like to be the bad guy, I hate when people make me be the bad guy, Madison."

I bite my lip to try to suppress the tears that are starting to form. I fidget with my fingers and immediately I become frightened by him. He tends to yell when he's upset.

"A-are you ever the bad guy at t-times?"

"I feel like the bad guy right now, if that's what you're asking."

"Y-you don't have t-to be the bad guy.  I don't want you to be a bad guy, and no one has to make you a bad g-guy," I tried to calm him down.

He still has a frown etched on his face as he pays attention to the road.

"Does Mr.Daily m-make you be the bad guy, H-harry?"

I hesitantly placed my hand over his. He was uncomfortable with my gesture, I could tell. I could see his hand twitch but, his eyes were still on the road. His lips were pressed into a thin line.