Deranged

Deranged Chp.42

Sky's POV

"YOU LIAR! ALL YOU EVER DID WAS LIE TO ME!" he painfully screamed. "Harry please I was only try-"
"Save it Sky! I'm done with you and all your lies!"

A violent shaking sensation awoke me from the horrifying nightmare threading through my mind. Harry's flawless green eyes worridly gazed into mine. He reached out and softly whisped away the unintentional tears dripping down my cheek. "Sky..." he mumbled under his breath, "do you wanna talk  about it?" he kindly suggested. Knowing what I had to do, I lightly jerked away from his grip and tuned over, breaking any and all contact with him. He didn't say anything, and I could sense the hurt he felt... "It's for the best" I continually repeated to myself. Believe me, this hurts me more than ever to see him hurt like that, but I'm doing it to keep him from hurting any worse.

My senses filled with the blissful smell of pancakes as I flipped over the 6th one this morning. Harry's footsteps loudly pattered down the stairs. His eyes lit up at the sight of the breakfast fit for a king placed in front of him. "I love you!" he exclaimed. Out of no where and had me hoisted in the air and slowly spinning in the kitchen. Once I'd been re-settled on the ground I answered, "I love you too, that's why I did it! And that's not all!"
Harry's head shot up and his eyes went wide and wild, "There's more!"
"I'm taking you somewhere so hurry up and eat" was all I revealed as I mysteriously and smoothly slipped away behind the corner. "Smooth Sky, real smooth" I complimented myself.
"Very smooth!" Harry added from the kitchen, giving away he'd heard my "quiet" compliment. "Shut up!" I teased.

"You have everything right?" I quietioned Harry, referring back to his forgetful memory. He nodded, "confirming" he'd gathered everything for the day trip. I pray he's right, because I AM NOT coming back for something stupid like his Artic Monkeys CD. He slipped into the passengar seat and reclined it so far back it almost mimicked a bed. "Far enough?" I joked. "Nah, could be farther" he added with a cute wink. "So you gonna tell me where we're headed on this little journey?" he pondered, placing his hands behind his head. "Nope" simple as that, but with him, simple is too easy.

The whole ride he was either complaining of the long drive, annoyingly begging for me to ruin the surprise, or he was loudly singing along to his music. "My turn" I stated, and quickly flipped on 'All of Me' by John Legend. "Normally I would've had a fit, but I like this song" he revealed. About halfway through, I began to hear Harry's voice, something he'd always kept hidden from me. An idea clicked... Quickly I flipped of the radio and he was left singing out loud in the silence. His voice was no match to the angels in Heaven. His cheeks flushed as he realized what he was doing.

Words couldn't come close to even explaining it, because it was so unreal.

"Oh my gosh, Harry"
"Don't say anything... Just let me at least think I'm somewhat decent ok?" he flatly stated, his eyes locked on the passing outdoors. Aware that we were driving a desolate road, I stopped.  "Sky what are you doing? We're gonna get hit and die!" Harry panicked. "Well than I'm willing to take that risk to tell you this: never stop singing. Harry I've never heard anything more beautiful and angelic."
He blushed at my extraordinary compliment and finaly met my gaze. His smile was stunning (as always) and he couldn't help but lean over and kiss my cheek. A black car appeared in my rear view mirror, so I continued on, but not forgetting the angelic voice still thankfully ringing through my ears. 

"Will you sing for me?" the words tumbled out before I could comprehend them. "Um, I don't think so!" he chuckled at me sudden question. "I'm serious Harry, will you please just sing? For me?" I puppy begged, spicing it up with a pouty face. His index finger tapped the bottom of my chin, so it was now highly held up, "Sure Princess, any requests?"
"A Team by Ed Sheeran!" I excitedly suggested. Harry cleared his throat. The silence was shattered by the flawless voice humming the beginning melody of the song. I don't know if it was the deepness his voice projected, or the strong British accent shining through, but it was something...

Every word, line, phrase and song he sang soothed every part of me. The heavy weight I was bearing relieved itself from me for awhile. In the deep relaxation , I almost fell asleep. When he stopped I wanted to cry. "No, keep going" I urged.
"No, I'm tired" he whined. 
"Oh fine, have it your way!" I huffed, playfully of course. He tried to lean back and shut his eyes, but I assume the loud shrill of excitement that escaped my lips prevented him from doing so.