All My Love

Chapter 51

| Becca |

The air surrounding the two of us smells like sex mixed with the natural smell of Harry's car... Him. The chill inside the car has dissipated from our activity. The windows are filled with fog from our body heat and I notice a slipping handprint on the passenger window.

I slip up my tights, glancing over at Harry who is zipping up his pants. He hasn't said a word since what just happened and it's making me overthink, as usual. I can't help but feel a bit of awkward tension between the both of us. This sudden distance isn't helping my thoughts.

Harry finds his shirt, leaning forward and bringing it to his back to lift it up on his shoulders. He gives a quick cough and I look over at him, thinking he's going to speak, he just brings a boot up to his foot.

As both boots are on, he runs his hand through his hair before picking up one of my heels. Harry holds it out for me and I gently take it out of his hand. While I take my time to tie the laces on my wedged heels, he buttons up his shirt, readjusting it. This silence is killing me and making me feel like I did something wrong. Or maybe he didn't mean a damn thing he said back inside and it was only a way to get a quick fix.

"What's wrong?" I finally speak out and he looks over at me, placing an arm on the back of the seat.

"What do you mean?" Harry asks.

"You haven't said anything since I've removed myself from you." I look down awkwardly, grabbing my arms.

"I'm just really fucking tired." He yawns, leaning against the back of the bench, rubbing his eyes with the back of his forefingers. Harry pouts his lips out then looks over at me before pulling me by my bicep to scoot closer. His plush lips hit the skin of my forehead before grabbing my chin in his fingers and making me look up at him. "I know what you're thinking, stop it, you were great." He surprises me and kisses my lips. He then picks up his keys off the dashboard and reaches across, shoving them into the ignition. The car roars and his fingers mess with the temperature, keeping the fan of the vents low to let the car warm up.

"You can't drive." I tell him with concerned eyes and he raises his eyebrows at me.

"That's why you're driving." Harry tells me, reaching his right hand behind him to grab the seatbelt. "Go on, scoot over." He gestures his head to the steering wheel and I give it a glance before parting my lips to speak. But he only cuts me off. "We'll get your car tomorrow, it'll be fine over night." Harry reads my mind and I take a deep breath before scooting over.

"I've never driven your car, you never let me before."

"I don't let anyone drive my car." He informs me for like the hundredth time since meeting him and I feel a smile creep it's way onto my face.

"Then why are you letting me now?" I dare myself to ask, squinting over at him and he looks through the windshield at the Mercedes that sits in front of us.

"Because I trust you enough to not wreck my baby." Harry gives a cheeky smile over at me, patting the dashboard a couple times which causes me to laugh. "Plus, I'm still a bit tipsy and I'm tired so I want to go home." He then adds and I bring the seatbelt in front, hearing the click.

After being on the road for only fifteen minutes, Harry's phone starts ringing in the cup holder which causes his eyes to pop open. A yawn falls out while he picks his phone up and squints down at the harsh light from dozing off. Harry huffs before making his phone quiet and setting it back in the cup holder, ignoring whoever is calling. Curiosity gets the best of me and before I know it, I'm asking who it is.

"My mum." He tells me, yawning and running his hands up and down his face.

"What? Really?!" I ask in surprise and look over at him before going back to gluing my eyes on the road. "How long has it been since you talked to her last?" Harry twists in face in concentration with thinking and purses out his lips. His shoulders bounce and rosey lips are parted.