Fiendish

Chapter 51

It's in my head, darling I hope that you'll be here when I need you the most.

-The Chainsmokers, Don't Let Me Down

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Harry's Pov.

I leaned my head back against my headrest and looked Carmen over in the passenger's seat. Her head was pressed against the window and her eyes were shut. Her lips were slightly parted and her breathing was calm and even. My hand rested on her smooth thigh and her hand was over mine while the other one clutched the arm of the panda bear I won for her.

Damn, she was so beautiful when she slept.

The light turned green and I was halfway to her apartment. We left the fair about thirty minutes ago and she feel right asleep when I told her to get some rest. We didn't even go on the scary ass ride she wanted to get on again. Instead, we went around on the Ferris wheel twice more. The man running it didn't dare question me; all he did was look at me, look away, and kept the ride going.

Carmen clung to my chest the whole time, her nails digging into my shirt. She didn't stop crying, even though she tried to quiet her sobs. My heart felt like it was being stabbed each time I felt her tears seep through my shirt and my grip on her tightened. I kissed her head and couldn't seem to stop telling her that I loved her.

I love her I love her I love her

I couldn't believe I told her. God, I've always loved her, it just took me this fucking long to realize it. When I told her, I didn't even mean to say it. The words just flew right out of my mouth before my brain could tell me to shut the fuck up. Part of me was grateful that I finally told her, the other part was scary shitless as she watched me on the Ferris wheel as tears filled those beautiful doe eyes of hers.

Once we got off the Ferris wheel, Carmen was, more or less, in a daze. Her eyes were glassed over and she never let go of me. I draped my arm around her, kissing the top of her head, and we slowly walked around the fair. She didn't even seem to care about any other rides, not even the only she loved the most and I hated the most. We walked around the fair before finally walking to my car.

Carmen moved around in her seat, searching for a more comfortable position, and I squeezed her thigh lightly.

"We're almost home, baby." I whispered to her as I made it into the parking lot of her apartment building.

Home. That word was completely new to me. I never had a home; I never felt at home. Yet, as I looked over at Carmen, the word felt right to use.

I parked my car and hopped out. I walked over to Carmen's side and opened the door. Before she could wake up and register what was happening, I unbuckled her seat belt and took her into my arms. She was extremely light and felt like glass in my arms; one wrong step and I could shatter her.

I closed the door with my foot and walked toward her place. She snuggled her face into my neck and I smirked, reveling in the feeling.

"I can walk, Harry." She muttered against my neck and I chuckled. She sounded exhausted and like she wanted to be an independent woman and walk, but was too lazy to.