Enough {h.s.}

10

"There's a lot of people." Harry says surprised while leading me through the crowd of people. He placed his hand on my lower back and doesn't remove it till we're in a good spot.

"They're a good band." I smirk and he continues to look around as if he doesn't believe they're good enough to have so many people be here. "Just give them a chance." I nudge his arm and he diverts his attention back to me.

"I'll give them a small chance."

After a while the place seemed to get packed tightly with people who love them just as much as me, if not more. And soon enough the band comes out and introduces themselves which is followed by shouts from me and everyone else. They get settled in and begin their set which was no disappointment. By the end of the first song I had Harry bobbing his head then his foot then actually dancing and singing to some of the songs that he knew. He told me he hadn't realized he knew so many of their songs. I even made friends, sort of, with person next to me. I never got their name but we were singing together and enjoying the moment.

The concert seemed to end to fast and once Mumford and Sons was off the stage I felt happy and sad. Happy because it was probably one of the greatest moments of my life and sad because it's over.

When the place was less crowded and we could walk out without being squished, Harry and I headed outside.

"Oh my gosh, that was the absolute, most amazing thing ever." A huge smile was plastered across my face and as much as I tried to stop I couldn't.

"They were pretty good."

"Pretty good?! No!" I dragged out the word and grabbed him by his shirt. "No, they were perfect!"

While we walked in the parking lot to his car he listened to me go on and on about how amazing it was to see them live and he continued to listen the whole drive to the diner down the street, watching me intently with a smile. When the lady asked us what we wanted to eat I ordered some hash browns, pancakes, and eggs. Harry ordered french toast and eggs and two juices.

"So you enjoyed it?" He asked once we get our food and I finally shut up.

I take a breath in and look at him. "Absolutely enjoyed."

"Good." He smiles proudly.

The whole time we eat our food he never once checks his phone. The whole trip he hasn't checked his phone. It's just been us. He always had something to say or ask when there was a dull moment in the conversation, which was rare. He brought up so many great memories of us. Like this one time when my dad had a dinner party for his colleges and Harry came as well and we actually got most of them to play twister, at least the ones that could bend over without falling. And when we were at the park with the rest of his friends and they had a mini soccer game where after we had a picnic by the lake. All the good times came rushing back as we talked and I seemed to forget about him and Clary for the slightest moment. But of course we had to get back to the motel and I had to remember they are together and he not mine. I didn't let it get the best of me though, I pushed it away to the back of my mind and waited patiently and quietly while he drove us back to the motel.

Exhausted, I followed him to the door and inside where I threw my jacket off and collapsed on the bed. He closed the door and locked it and closed the blinds on the window. He laid down next to me and we both drew deep breaths. Not moving, we just laid there in the dark, no saying anything.

He moved his hand closer to mine until they brushed together. I didn't move, not knowing if it was intentional or not but when he did it again I looked down at our hands. He intertwined our fingers and pulled my hand to his mouth, his pink lips leaving a sweet kiss. I turned to look at him and his eyes meet mine.