Always(Trilogy)

Chapter 38

Song For This Chapter:

Weezer- Island in the Sun

-Based on the gif, any predictions for this chapter;)

*Harry's POV*

"Allison." I lightly tap her shoulder until she wakes, groaning.

"What is it?" She asks, eyes still shut.

"You'll find out when you open your eyes." Begrudgingly, she complies and I wait as she wipes the sleep from her eyes.

"What are we doing here?" She asks, her face lighting up with the pink and green and blue hues of the various rides and booths around her.

"I figured you'd want to have some fun. Especially since there's no rush to get back to the house." I point out. I don't mention that I noticed the way she looked at that flyer back at the gas station. When she was sleeping, I looked it up and found out where it was being held.

"Harry..."

"Come on, Allison. Don't tell me you aren't tempted." She sighs, and I can see the battle raging in her mind and heart.

"Fine." She finally caves.

I'm not able to reign in the goofy grin as she steps out of the car and walks alongside me to the front booth.

*Allison's POV*

Harry groans, but a smile is clearly evident on his lips. "Do we have to? We've been on it, like, five million times."

"Yes!" I exclaim. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease?" He rolls his eyes and smirks. I can tell I've won before he even says,

"Fine. But this is the last time, Alli."

"Okay okay okay. I promise, this is the last time." I take his hand without thinking. "Come on! Before the line gets longer!"

I strap myself into the bumper car, placing my hands on the steering wheel. I glance back to find Harry doing the same in a bright pink car and find myself laughing. He looks up and smiles, pushing the hair back from his eyes.

He asks, "What?" I shake my head.

"Very masculine car you've got there."

"Good thing it doesn't matter how masculine my car is, I'll still beat you into tomorrow."

"Oh, you think so?" He grins.

"I know so." He pauses. "How about a little bet?"

"What's the bet?" I ask.

Somehow, his grin widens. "That's the best part, love. We can have the other person do anything we want if we win. No objections."

I hesitate.

"What?" He taunts. "Afraid you might lose?"

I smirk. "Of course not. You're on."

"You're going to regret those words, sweetheart."

"Am why would that be?" His eyes glisten with a promise.

"Because I have absolutely no intention of losing." I'm about to respond with my own witty, smart ass retort when the machine whirs and groans loudly to life and the cars around us begin moving.

With the desperation of a drowning man trying to get air, I step on the gas pedal, just out of reach of Harry. I look back to find an evil glint in his eyes, which are focused solely on me.