MJA 2.0

Chapter 2

Rose woke several hours later, perfectly content in Harry's warm arms. She smiled into his chest and he rest his head on the crown of hers. If she could, she would've stayed this way for the rest of the night but she knew Harry had to go home some time. He knew it too but was delaying it as much as possible. Hoping for nothing more than for his phone to stop buzzing, on Rose's floor in his jeans. When eight o'clock finally rolled around they both knew he should leave.

All Rose's siblings had came home around four and were expecting her to at least make an appearance before they all went to sleep or left for the night. They'd known Harry was here thanks to both Jenna and the non-sound proof, thin walls.

Harry heaved a deep sigh and stopped tracing circles on Rose's back with his finger tip. She groaned in protest and he chuckled, "I'm sorry," he apologized and started to get up.

Rose clung onto to him as he tried to leave the warmth of the bed. "Don't leave, you're warm." He laughed again and slid on his underwear and jeans, Rose groaned in protest in response. He slid his dark red t-shirt Rose had flung all the way across the room, on.

Harry threw her her clothes from the floor, her black, ripped jeans and his red, plain sweat shirt. He held onto her bra for a second too long, staring down at it and then over to where Rose slid into her jeans on her bed. She looked up at him and smiled, he smiled back and threw over her bra. She clasped it up and gratefully slid on Harry's sweater over top it. She inhaled his scent subtly and smiled wider when the now familiar scent of pine, and fresh, clean air-- the kind you get after a storm, or after inhaling hot air for too long, getting a breath of clean, winter air.-- washed over her.

Harry caught the action and smiled. "Do I smell good?" He teased, walking across the room in five long strides and wrapping his long, strong arms around her waist, pulling her close.

She smiled and breathed him in again, "Delicious," she smiled and pressed her lips to his. She bounced back and away from him, retrieving a set of keys from her dresser and a tight leather jacket. She slid it on over her sweater and twirled the keys around on her finger. "You ready to go?" She asked as she pulled her mess of hair into an extra messy bun.

Harry nodded and grabbed her free hand. They left the room and headed downstairs, taking a detour to the back door leading to the garage. The MJ-Anderson garage was a sight to see. Ten separate, all very expensive and exclusive cars were positioned on the perimeter of the large, large room as a way to get each car in and out without risk of hitting another. In the centre of the room five, slick, shining motorcycles stood. Three were just plain black, one was a black and white colour scheme and the last one, the one that stood out the most, was a vibrant red.

Rose headed straight to the red one and took the two helmets off the back, she handed the grey, silver one to Harry who accepted it still in shock of his surroundings. Rose slid the black one on top of her head and climbed onto the bike, turning the keys in the ignition. Harry followed procedure, slid his helmet on and climbed on behind her, holding onto her waist.

She slowly inched forward, the motion censor caught it and the garage door lifted out of the way. She made it half way to the gates before Harry pounded frantically on her arm. She instantly squeezed the brake and braced herself for the stop. Harry didn't brace himself and was flung into her back and whip lashed backwards.

"What is it Harry? You okay?" Rose asked frantically, cutting the engine so she could hear his response.

He nodded and ripped the helmet from his head. "You don't know the directions, and..." He looked guiltily up at her, "I don't want to die, no offence." He added quickly and flinched in anticipation for a punch or slap or something. Rose only laughed and nodded.