Adonis [h.s]

two

adelaide

10 months earlier

I watch the windows cloud up as the heater blows hot air into the freezing car. It's December in New York City aka the time of the year where I try to avoid going outside, so I won't freeze my ass off.

While adjusting my knit hat, so that the flaps would cover my ears, Harry jumps into his beloved Range Rover with two hot chocolates in hand. He puts one of the cups down and uses his free hand to tuck a loose curl behind his ear.

"You want?" Harry says with a teasing grin that shows his adorable dimples. The tip of his nose and ears are red from the frigid wind outside; he looks like Rudolph.

"Harrrrryyyy, it's as cold as fucking Antarctica, gimme that before I get frostbite," I whine.

Still holding the cup away from me, "Hmm, I highly doubt you'll freeze to death in a heated car..."

"Harry, I swea-" I yell, nearly jumping over the cupholders to get to the hot chocolate. I slip onto his lap, elbowing the steering wheel on my way down.

"Alright, alright!" Harry laughs, handing me my drink. "I don't want this to turn into a wrestling match."

"Yeah because you know I would win."

"Would not!"

"Would to!" I chuck my phone at him, almost taking off his head. He winces as it hits his cheek, leaving a mark.

"Oh my god Harry I'm so sorry, I didn't actually mean to-"

He covers his face, trying to contain his laughter. I can see his shoulders shaking and his eyes crinkle from under his hands.

"Hey! What's so funny?"

"You try to be tough and all, but the minute you think you may have hurt someone, you get so concerned."

I sit back in my seat and sulk like a toddler, knowing he's right.

"Oh don't be so pouty, it's cute," Harry says while poking my tummy.

I can feel his warm breath on my neck. I turn my head, his face now inches away from mine. I breathe in his cologne that fills my nose with a woodsy and musky, yet cozy, scent. Sighing happily, I look into his gorgeous eyes, giving him a small smile.

Harry smirks. "Now, that's what I like to see."

He leans down, and our lips meet in a soft kiss. His lips are so sweet and heavenly, and his brown curls tickle my face as they fall in front.

I pull away when I hear someone tapping on the window.

A middle aged police officer is standing outside our car, looking impatient and slightly annoyed. I lightly nudge Harry's arm, signaling for him to do something. He gives me a look, then rolls down his window.

"What can I do for you today, officer?" he asks in a cloying manner. I try to stifle a laugh because I know he's just trying to piss the guy off for the heck of it.

"Young man, your vehicle is parked in the fire lane, I'm going to have to write you a ticket," the officer says blandly, like he has to tell this to every kid with a car.

"Shit," I hear Harry mutter under his breath.

He clears his throat. "Well, sir, you see, we're waiting for my mother to pick up her prescription. She needs loads of medicine because her immune system has been really weak since the..."

Harry rattles on about some health issues I think he made up on the spot. The thing is, he is astonishingly convincing, even I almost believe it. The fact that he is spitting out lies to someone who could throw us in jail, didn't seem to faze him.