Unpredictable Love II

Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Karleigh's POV

Headlights flash in my driveway, and I see Harry's car pull in.

I jog across the moist grass, rather than using the sidewalk, to his car. His silhouette is visible throughout the faint tint of his windows, and I jerk the door handle to let myself in.

No words are spoken between us as I sit down and fasten my seatbelt. I can't bring myself to look at him, but I can feel his hazel eyes burning a hole into my cheek.

"Good morning." I weakly speak up, hinting at humor.

Harry smiles slightly, but there's something off about it. He doesn't reply to my greeting, only puts the car in reverse and backs out of the driveway.

Soft music floats throughout the car and Harry sings along with it in his husky voice. His tone is so melodic that it sends shivers up my spine. "Your voice is amazing." I purr is a shy tone.

Harry's eyes flicker over to me and our eyes briefly meet. "Sing to me."

I can feel my heart beginning to crack, as I prepare myself to tell him that the song is unfamiliar to me. Before I have the chance to speak the words of rejection, my lips take over and the lyrics pour from my mouth as if I've known the song my entire life.

"All of me, loves all of you. All your curves and your edges, all your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you. You're my end and my beginning, even when I loose I'm winning." I stop singing, as I take notice in the dazzlingly radiant smile Harry's face is baring.

"What?" I gasp.

"That song came out just before you're accident, you used to sing it every time it came on the radio." Harry grins at me as if I've accomplished the greatest thing in the history of mankind.

"I don't remember the song..." I murmur confusedly.

Harry shrugs carelessly. "Your subconscious does."

I allow his words to sink in. My subconscious remembers, although I may not.

Maybe that's why I'm still very drawn to him. Though I don't remember the attraction I had towards him, my subconscious does, so naturally I'm drawn to him.

My mind starts to think as I try to focus more in depth on that particular subject. I groan internally at the momentary headache I received.

A bright neon sign catches my attention, and I become aware that it's the sign to a bar.

"I'd love a drink." I mumble more to myself.

Harry glances over at the bar, and shrugs. "I don't see why not." He calmly replies.

I look over to meet his gaze, and shake my head. "I'm not drinking anymore." I pathetically reply, trying to seem nonchalant about the matter.

His eyebrows immediately raise in question. "Why not?"

I shift my eyes away from his, diverting my gaze back to the scenery outside of the window. "Just...reasons."

He nods slowly, seeming to take my response into consideration. It doesn't seem to bother him that I no longer drink, and I can't help but compare him to Michael, who probably would've made fun of me if I claimed to quit drinking.

Harry doesn't do that though. Instead he stays quiet, pondering my spoken thoughts and being content with the decision I've recently made. I can't help but like that about him, that he supports me.

Slowly, I slide my hand across the console and place my hand gently atop of Harry's hand, which is resting on his thigh.

For a fraction of a second his eyes dart down to our touching hands, before they flicker away, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to the matter.