Drive » Haylor AU

16 - BLUE

"I know you're seeing black and white, so I'll paint you a clear blue sky" ~Troye Sivan feat Alex Hope

TRIGGER WARNING; i don't know if this is neccesary, but better safe than sorry. x

The next day Harry gave me the cold shoulder. I had no idea why he suddenly felt the need to act like I had murdered his family, but I knew better than to argue, so I kept my annoyance to myself, like I had been trained to do for the past seventeen years of my life.

We hit the road fairly early that day, wanting to reach Ohio by the evening. The radio droned on and gave me lyrics to jot down as we speeded by lorries and family cars, sizzling in the July heat. We sat in silence.

By noon, Harry had spoken a total of three words to me; A simple "morning" when I had said good morning to him, a nonchalant "yeah" when I had asked him if he had remebered to grab his toothbrush, and a cold "no" when I was skipping radio stations and it was playing Justin Bieber. I was beyond annoyed now, wanting nothing more than to reset our relationship to where it was yesterday.

By 4pm, the word count had gone up to seven, only fuelling my anger. As far as I knew, I had done absolutely nothing to trigger his intense mood swing, but he acted like I should know exactly what had happened. Still, I kept quiet. If he didn't change his cold behavior by the evening he would have a storm coming at him, but until then I was going to give him a taste of his own medicine. I hoped that maybe that was the best tactic to win the fight, knowing that shouting at him never seemed to work.

Though I doubted ignoring him would make it any better.

Sure enough, when we reached Colombus that evening, Harry's word count had gone up by two words. Two.

So, it was understandable that I spoke up when he swerved off the highway, not letting me know what his plan.

"Harry, where are wo going?", I asked, annoyance evident in my voice.

"Hotel."

I scoffed loudly. "Hotel?! Could you stop with the one word answers?"

Harry ignored me. By now I was fuming.

"Harry!", I screamed, "What the fuck have I done?!"

Again, he didn't answer, instead taking a sharp right into a small dusty road leading into a field.

I pursued a calmer attempt. "Harry. What are you doing?"

"I need some air," he answered curtly.

"Wow. I would like to take a moment to appreciate that that was the most you've said to me all day."

My sarcasitc remark made him roll his eyes as he stopped the car at the side of the road and got out, not sparing me a second glance.

I sat there in the car for a while, contemplating my next move. My options were to either sit here and wait for a grumpy Harry to return, or go after him and risk mutual hate.

After about ten minutes I decided on the lesser.

It didn't take long to spot Harry when I got out, considering the flatness of the field. He sat in the grass with his back to me about 500 yards away, just staring ahead unmovingly.

My steps were quiet but determined as I made my way over to where he sat, careful not to scare him. I didn't know how he would react, but I was prepared for the worst.

What I wasn't prepared for was to have him look up at me with a tear stained face, then looking back down in an embarrassed manner.

I stood in shock for a moment. I was never good at comforting people, and the fact that I had been screaming at him minutes earlier didn't make it easier.