Bad Intentions ↠ h.s.

Chapter Eighteen

-Arabella
I pick up my head from my shoulder, letting the words imprint themselves into my head, but have them soon vanish after listening to the sweet symphony of the music softly playing on the stereo.

"What song is this?" I ask, while Harry's attention leaves the road for a quick second, rummaging through the cubby over on my side.

"The song?" He repeats, pulling out a CD case while his eyes scan over it. "It says There Goes My Baby by Ben E.King."

I thank him as he slides the empty CD case back into its spot, nodding my head to the residual melodic 80's-sounding-beat.

I rest my head on the window, letting the great view of the big mountains and winding roads take in my curiousity of what life is outside of our normal suburbs, compared to the beautiful landscape of the outer layer.

"It's beautiful here, isn't it?" He asks, admiring the drive along us. "Almost as beautiful as you."

I smile, playfully slapping him in the arm. "It's gorgeous."

"Too bad these hills are filled with remorse, especially what they've been through." At first I don't succeed to think about what he's saying, until it dawned on me that he was bringing up Ashley and the whole drug bust. "Too many stupid people."

It's crazy how he could compare such a beautiful thing of nature to his screwed up marriage.

I nod, chewing the inside of my lip as I wait for him to speak up again, but it seems like centuries before he finally makes any sudden movement, which was to only switch the songs, and to turn on the heater.

"I feel so bad because of that whole hotel ordeal," he announced, as his beautiful emerald eyes lift over to mine, grimacing along the surface, were tears. "I didn't mean for it to be intrusive at all, I just-."

I place my hand on his thigh to comfort him. I know he's going through a lot and I know that when you're really that hurt, you really can't control what happens next in your lifetime.

"It's okay," I reassure him, while he gives me a quick nod while biting his lip.

"Do you think we're moving too quick, Arabella?" He asks, his eyes meeting mine once again. I personally think we're moving too slow. I turn my head in confusion, what I think he assumes is that I surely don't know what he's talking about."I was thinking about what you said, about the whole Ashley thing, and....do you really think we are moving fast with everything? You're my daughter and daughters and daddies don't do that stuff."

I'm not used to him calling me by my real name, so it sounded so remotely foreign. I shrug it off though, this not being the place to bring it up. Is he right? Is he thinking about what I've been thinking about us sneaking around as much as I did?

I sit back in my chair, taking my hand back off his thigh and into the pockets of my hoodie. I lay my head back on the headrest and take a deep breath, which I know he's watching me do considering from the hard stare he's giving me when I open my eyes.

"I don't know," I say softly. "It's whatever you make it to be."

That made it sound more as if I were accusing him of something, or that I just got done confronting him about doing something bad.