Broken // h.s.

Chapter Six- Reunited

Chapter six- Reunited

"Wait, what did you tell your mom again?" I ask Harry just as I pull into the highway. He agreed to come with me on my road trip and I am grateful because honestly, I didn't want to do this alone.

It's bad enough I don't have my parents' support and I just needed somebody's support even if it was Harry's. I'll take what I can get.

"I told her...I was going to pick up some milk."

I gape. "What?!"

"What?"

"We're going to be gone for a good two or three days and the best excuse you came up with was that you were going to pick up milk?"

"It was all I had."

"Oh my God, Harry."

"And what was the excuse you told your parents?"

"I didn't exactly tell them anything..."

"My excuse beats yours then."

"No because-"

"Your argument here is invalid. When picking up milk, we can get lost, we can lose our money and then we have to drop by the ATM-"

"And that all takes more than ten minutes?"

"It's possible."

"It's possible if you break your leg on the way and the ATM ends up being two hours away and... you crawl a hundred miles, stopping to catch your breath-"

"Whatthefuckever," he grumbles. "What is this shit we're listening to anyway?"

"Change it. I have CD's in the glove department."

"Let's see..." he trails off, examining the CD's one by one until he pulls one out. "Nirvana?"

"What?"

"You didn't strike me as the type of girl who would listen to this. I was expecting to find some Justin Bieber shit."

"Well there's a lot of things you don't know about me yet."

"No kidding." he puts the CD in and inclines his chair back, closing his eyes. "So tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"What I don't know about you yet."

"Well my birthday is on April Fool's. I have this strange obsession with Leonardo DiCaprio and I always double tie my sneakers." I start."My favorite kind of candy are gummy bears; I feel grossed out eating the gummy worms. I'm allergic to chocolate and blueberries. My favorite color is red and gray skies make me depressed. I sing in the shower; loudly too and my favorite book is Warriors Don't Cry."

"What about dreams?" Harry's voice sounds like he is half asleep. I stay quiet for a while, unsure how to answer that since I am still unsure myself of my future.

"Why don't you get some sleep, Harry?" And the answer is his light, rhythmic snoring.

I get to North Carolina after about five hours and forty five minutes. I park in the diner, Denny's parking lot and let Harry sleep for about ten more minutes. He looks so peaceful in his sleep; his eyelashes brush against his cheekbones, his chest rising and falling with each breath-

"It's weird to stare at people when they are asleep."

I flinch away. "Sorry,"

He sits up, arching his back and yawning. "Where are we?"

"North Carolina. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." he rubs his eyes. "You look..."

"Don't even." I warn.