Stuck in Time

Chapter 6

I take advantage of all the time I have. The sun shining bright on my skin.

The flowers comforting me like a pillow. And Harry next to me. Protecting me.

I close my eyes and imagine things. I wonder what Harry's eyes look like now.

Adventurous. Happy. Joyful. Excited. Confused.

I can't tell because he does the exact same thing that I do. Eyes closed imagining.

I let him do that as I sit up. "Harry it looks a little bit stormy over there you think?" I say.

A big grayish blackish cloud stands before us.

Rain could come any second.

He sits up and puts his hands on top of his eyes to block the sun out.

"Looks like we need to go." He says.

Truth was, I didn't want to leave. Where else could be better than this?

But it was time. The rain cloud about close to us comes closer.

Sprinkles of rain start coming down.

From sprinkles it became rain. Then a down pour.

"Ah!" I scream.

Harry and I stand up quickly.

He takes my arm and pulls it to his back. My stomach against his shoulder.

He was carrying me down the hill. My legs dangling before his face.

We then stop and fall.

We roll all the way down.

And end up in a puddle.

He was smirking as I laughed.

"Come here." He says.

These beautiful trees with whit and pink flowers above us with leaves hanging down.

I walk up to him as he bows.

"May I have this dance?" He laughs.

"Well I'm flattered." And I take his hand. My right hand with his left and my other arm rests by his neck with his arm around my stomach.

And there we were. In the middle of the rain dancing. Spinning. Laughing.

He took my hand and spun me around several times. We both grabbed both of our hands together and brought each other close. The water dripping was dripping all over our faces and we both were soaked.

"That was lovely." I say.

He then smirks and leans in. As do I.

When we both centimeters away, Harry's phone goes off.

"Shit. We are going to be late for our lunch. Come along." He says.

I smile and jog back with him to the car.

"Sorry about the rain. Here's a towel from my golf bag. It's all I have." He says and hands me a green soft towel for me to dry off.

"You golf?" I ask.

"Yea. But I'd tell you love, I'm not all the great about it."

"I bet you're amazing at it. Better than me." I reply.

"How much experience do you have." He asks.

"I've watched my dad play when I was young." I reply.

"Your dad and I will be getting along real well then." He smirks.

"You should meet my parents. I want to meet yours. Can I?" I plead.

"Of course. Why not? They'd be please to have you welcomed." He answers.

"Today." I say.

"You want to meet my parents today?" He replies.

"They sound amazing Harry."

"Maybe." He leaves me guessing.

I look out the window until I hear a button being pressed.

Immediately the car roof came down. And the sun came up.

It was amazing. The wind was perfect. The setting was beautiful.

"Ha!" I blush.

Harry looks at me and places the one hand onto my knee.

I look down and close my eyes as he trails his way upward.

He was a small talker, but a devilish mind.

And in someways, it turned me on.

He rubbed his thumb back and forth as he stopped midway on my thighs.

I let the wind and Harry relax me.

Harry picks his hand up and places it back on the wheel. I look at him as he looks back at me.

Both with the same thought in our mind.

I bite my lower lip as an answer. He smiles back and looks at the road. I look behind me. The leaves on the trees kept rhythm with the wind. And my heart with the beat of Harry's. Loud and continuous.

I take my hand up as it hits the button to open the compartment.

As I was about to close it, I look on what's inside.

"Condoms?" I laugh.

"Have you ever-" I say.

"Yes. Now put them away." He replies.

"I don't know. I might need them." I tease.

"For when?" He teases back.

I half smile and put them back. But keep one in my pocket.

For....safety. And Harry did once? Not a chance. Or did he? That didn't matter now though. But it caught my attention at times.

He was right, I never did experience it. I never thought of it.

How many times did it happen to him? There was pretty many.

I trail it off my mind as we pull into a bar.

"Second part." He laughs.

I walk in nervous about what's going to happen next.

I never actually been to a bar before.

"Well come on now love." Harry gestures for me to follow.

I let out a big sigh and follow his footsteps.

"This place has big name food and drinks." He tells me.

I just grin at him casually and look forward.

As we go in Harry stands before the waitress and says, "table for two."

The lady takes us all the way into the back where it's just me and him.

She leaves us a menu.

As I was about to pick it up, Harry slapped my arm.

"What was that for?" I say.

"I know what to get you." He says which makes me completely nervous all over.

I sit back and turn my phone on. I could tell Harry felt a little bad so instead I shut it off and lean back up against the table.

"Are you cold?" He asks. Knowing like in every single movie, either answer I give him I'll end up in his jacket. But to my concern I wouldn't be offended or mad if he gave me his jacket. He's a gentlemen. And sometimes it's hard to find gentlemen.