On and on he drove, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel with such a force I thought it would snap.
"Where are we going?" I asked for the seventh time in the past 5 minutes.
He yet again, stubbornly, ignored me.
Fine I'd just annoy him to death then.
"Where are we going?" I chirped brightly.
Silence.
"Where are we going?"
"Where are we going?"
"Where are-"
"Ask me that one more time," Harry snapped. "And I'll knock you unconscious."
I smirked, please to get a reaction out of him.
"So where are we going?" I asked again.
"OH FOR SUCKS SAKE-" He shouted, hitting the steering wheel hard. "Reach into the glove department." He ordered.
My brown furrowed as I did what he said.
"Get the cloth and the blue bottle. Pour some of it on the cloth and knock yourself out." He barked, his voice cold and sharp like a blade.
He wasn't kidding around.
"Harry," I laughed. "I am NOT knocking myself out."
He turned his head towards me smiling. "You'll do whatever the fuck I want you to do."
Woah.
Calm down.
"I will not 'calm down' Hannah." He replied sharply, turning the car into a vacant parking lot.
Did I say that out loud?
"Where are we?" I asked, looking out of the window. There was nothing but rugged English country side.
Pretty uneventful.
"England." Harry replied, his dimples popping as he smirked.
"Oh you are so funny Harry, wow." I mumbled, my voice grim.
He got out of the car, walking over to my side of the door.
I reached over and undid my seatbelt, aware that the only thing I was wearing was an oversized T-shirt and boxer shorts. I pulled the doorhandle sharply to unlock the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"Childlock." He laughed, taunting me by not opening the door.
I banged on the window.
"Do I really have to break ANOTHER window?" I yelled.
He rolled his eyes. "It's bulletproof- but go ahead, please try."
"Why would you need childlock?" I asked concerned that anyone would let him within a 2 mile radius of a child.
"Because right now I am dealing with one." He replied sharply, although he looked secretley amused. I crossed my arms slightly, defensive.
"No you're not, your dealing with drugs." I bit back.
And then I realised what a big mistake I had just made.
Oh fuck.
Harry stomped around to the back of the car, out of my line of sight- I vaguely heard the boot open and slam mercilessly.
I gulped, trying to calm my nerves and heart beat. Tears welled in my eyes, but I told myself to get it together.
Seconds later my passenger car opened.
