Unethical

Chapter 27: Cry

I look out the front window of the car to watch the horrendous weather. Harry keeps his full attention trying to see the road, but I'm guessing that even though I'm drunk, he sees the road as bad as I do. I don't think I've ever witnessed such a horrible storm, but I'm not really worried about it. The drunk me is only focusing on the way Harry's fingers are wrapped with mine. His other hand on the steering wheel, gripping tight because the horrible, hard wind keeps trying to grip the whole car itself away.

"Adam was right, this storm is really bad." At the mention of Adam's name, I felt a sudden panic and pull away from Harry's grip.

He slightly turns to me, but has to quickly turn back trying to still make out as much of the road as he can manage to see. The breath in my lungs starts to mess with me, making me breath rapidly.

"Emma, what's wrong?" Harry asks, while still watching the road.

"I don't deserve him." Tears start brimming into my eyes.

"I should've stayed away from you! Adam and I should've never came on this trip!" I feel like there's not enough air inside this car, and try to open the door.

"No Emma! Stop, don't do that!" As Harry tries to stop me, I feel the car make a hard shake towards the side, and once I look back, Harry is trying to grip the steering wheel back in his hands. I realize he had let go of it, and can't gain back the control.

The car starts to spin, and because of the sudden adrenaline, I feel myself drifting away, everything becoming dark.

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Harry's POV

(15 minutes earlier)

A smile creeps up my lips as I realize why Emma is laughing. It was so cute seeing this whole new side of her. She was rather cheerful and even looked happy. I didn't know she had this reactions when she was drunk, which honestly took me by surprise.

Her cute little laugh starts to fade away, as well as her smile. I watch as she scans my face, but especially my mouth.

"You have such a beautiful smile." Emma says, while keeping her eyes on my mouth.

Leaning my body closer to her, I open my mouth to speak.

"I usually hate drunk girls, but darling, you are nothing but cuteness." Her cheeks redden, only making me admire how fucking adorable she is.

Pushing my upper body even closer to hers, she examines me. I think she's gonna turn and ignore me, but I'm nothing but shocked when she closes the small space between us and kisses me, roughly slamming her lips on mine.

I bring my hand to cup the side of her face. Emma's mouth tastes like that expensive wine she managed to get herself drunk with.

Yet, when I'm getting too into the kiss, she's also the one to break it. My eyes remain closed momentarily, then shoot open. Emma watches me, with flushed skin and a small smile tugging at the ends of her soft lips.

Without saying a single word about what happened, I twirl my fingers with her left hand and start the car. Beginning to drive away, neither of us speak a word. We sit in a comfortable silence, her thinking of who knows what, and I thinking of that kiss.

She's become so special to me. I've done the wrong things to try and get her, but it's so worth it. It pains me that I lied to her about why I wanted her to come with me to this dinner.

The storm becomes windier and just all worse in general. Some sort of fog starts to build up and I struggle to see the road correctly. I try to spark a conversation, so Emma doesn't notice how panicked I actually feel that I can't see the road clearly.