PATIENT LOVE

Chapter eight

"So, where exactly are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise, just trust me," he smiles again and puts in a CD.

When the music starts I automatically know what song it is and I smile. I have to fight the urge to not sing along. Looking over to Harry I see that he's tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel, trying to fight the urge to sing as well, but just as I am, it seems that he'd feel embarrassed to sing in front of me.

Oh, what the heck.

"I'm burning through the sky yeah!

Two hundred degrees

That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit

I'm traveling at the speed of light

I wanna make a supersonic man out of you," I finally sing along with the song, caving in to the temptation.

Once the words start to pour out my mouth Harry turns to me with a shocked expression, not expecting me to know the song at all. After the realization hits him, he breaks into a grin.

"Don't stop me now

I'm having such a good time

I'm having a ball

Don't stop me now

If you wanna have a good time

Just give me a call," Harry and I sing at the same time. I start to gradually raise my voice louder as I sing and Harry joins, both of us with grins plastered on our faces as we really get into the song, feeling more comfortable and relaxed joking around this way.

When the song ends we both look over to each other and burst into laughter. "Nice dance moves," I say through a laugh after seeing Harry move his hands up and down in the motion of the beat of the song.

"Didn't expect you to know Queen," he says smiling, eyes constantly moving from the road to look at me.

"My dad practically raised me on rock despite my mother's protest; he would sing Hey, Jude to me as a lullaby." I smile, recalling certain memories.

"Your dad has amazing taste in music," he praises.

"You're not too bad of a singer when you're not shouting out the lyrics," I laugh remembering how he sang the song.

"I've been told," he laughs.

After a couple more songs Harry pulls into a parking spot in front of a diner. "I know it looks old and rustic, but the burgers here are amazing, I promise." He says.

"Good?" Harry asks after I take my bite of my pepper bacon cheeseburger.

"Probably the best burger I've ever had," I commend the burger.

"Told you," he smiles proudly loving the fact that I enjoyed the diner like he had anticipated.

"Hey!" I slap Harry's hand away as he successfully steals a couple of my French fries. He just playfully sticks his tongue out at me.

Once we're finished eating we each finish up our shakes. "So, what did you want to show me?" I say after we've walked out of the diner.

"It's actually right down the street, we could walk," he points.

We walk side by side as Harry points out certain things about the area that we're in.

"I used to come here every day after school just to eat a good burger and go to this music shop for good deals on CDs," he tells me.