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9 - We Were Here

"Everywhere we've been, we have been leaving traces. They won't ever disappear." ~BOY

The ride through the Arizona heat continued as the sky changed from blue, to purple, to bright pink and orange. Everything looked as if it had been dipped in water color as the sun set and the streets cleared, only a couple of headlights still adorned the cracked asphalt of the highway. It looked absolutely beautiful.

I rolled down my window all the way as We Were Here by BOY came on the radio and I stretched my arm out in to the evening air. My hair whipped around me as I laid my head on my bicep, closing my eyes and letting my thoughts be consumed by the music.

When the instrumental part towards the end kicked in, I spoke up, "We should do that."

"What?" Harry's raspy voice made me turn to him, and I couldn't help but admire the sight in front of me. His skin was illuminated by the evening sun, making it a delicate shade of pink, his lips looking soft as ever as they became a bright cherry color. His long chocolate curls swayed lightly with the wind from my window, and his hard eyes were now filled with warm light as he focused on the road ahead of us. The tattoos on his muscular arms seemed to jump out at me, each wanting individual attention, which suprisingly didn't bother me in the slightest. He might be a jerk, but he sure was a piece of art. "Taylor?", he brought me out of my trance. Right.

"We should leave tracks. So that we'll always be here." I was still in my previous position, sort of laying on my side to look at Harry.

"And how are you planning to do that?", Harry mused, his eyes lingering on me for a moment, before he turned back to the road.

I thought for a moment, shrugging to let him know I had heard him. My eyes couldn't help but travel back to Harry, as I pondered what traces we could leave. The idea came to me as a truck passed us, and the paper airplane pendant that hung from his neck twinkled in the glow of the headlights.

"Paper airplanes."

My answer seemed to surprise him. "What?"

"Paper airplanes. We'll take a piece of paper in the morning and keep it in the car all day. We can write down a lyric from every song we hear that day and then fold it into a paper airplane and throw it out the window when the sun sets," I explained.

"Because paper airplanes are so permanent."

"It's symbolic!", I argued.

"I know, I know. I'm just messing with you," Harry smiled and looked over at me. "You know, Princess, you're actually pretty creative. I like it."

"Thank you." I gave him a small smile, which he wholeheartedly returned. "Paper airplanes are our thing now."

"We have a thing now?", he asked, making me giggle into my arm.

"Yes."

He nodded and I averted my eyes back to the landscape, watching the sun set on the horizon.

The songs on the radio remained calm and before I knew it, my eyes slid closed and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

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When I woke up I was in a bed. I didn't know where I was, how I got here, or what year it was. When I finally composed myself, my face broke into a grin. I was on my way to New York. I had no memory whatsoever of how I got into the bed, but that didn't bother me much right then.

My bare feet hit the worn out carpet flooring as I got off the bed and rubbed my eyes, noticing that I was still in my clothes from yesterday. I should probably shower and change. These were the same clothes that had been drenched in ketchup 16 hours earlier. Looking around the room, I came to the conclusion we were in a motel someone at the side of the highway. The sound of the shower answered the question where Harry was. I decided to wait until he was finished, having to shower myself.