Uptown Boy (Narry Storan)

39. How far we've come

NH

"I'm buying you a coat." Harry says. He swings his car door open, going over to my side, opening the door before slinging his coat around my shoulders once I've stepped out. "It's the middle of December. Why the hell don't you have a damn jacket on?" My heart swells at his thoughtfulness.

I slide my arms through the sleeves, closing my eyes as I inhale deeply, letting his scent invade my senses.

"Maybe I like wearing yours instead." I say cheekily.

He chuckles softly in amusement, his laughter warming me in ways a jacket couldn't. He encircles an arm around my waist gently.

"Congratulations, it's yours." He says with a wide grin.

I laugh softly, snuggling deeper into his coat.

"Isn't it a little too early in the afternoon to drink?" He asks, once he's noticed that we're standing outside a pub. I chuckle softly.

"We're not here to drink." I state with a wide smile. I lace our fingers, and as cheesy as it is, I swear I felt electricity dancing across my skin wherever our fingers touched. "We're here, so that I can beat your arse in darts." I grin, pulling him into the warm looking pub and he snorts out a laugh.

"You're welcome to try, love." He teases, and I arch an eyebrow challengingly.

"Don't say things you'll regret, pet."

•

"Oh my god." I groan, rolling my shoulders back to ease my aching arms.

He chuckles deeply, plucking out the darts that were left in the board.

"To think the amount of handjobs we give and it still isn't enough of a workout to help us with darts." I tease, as he tosses the darts back into the box. He breaks out into a loud laugh, shaking his head in amusement, causing a pulse of satisfaction to rush through me.

"Yeah, because handjobs sure are workouts." He states sarcastically, rolling his eyes playfully.

I smirk in amusement. "Maybe you're just not putting enough hustle behind the muscle." I tease, releasing another deep chuckle from him. He grabs a piece of dirty serviette and tosses it at me childishly. It hits my chest, before it falls to the ground and I scrunch my nose in disgust.

"Tell that to me when you're not moaning my name when I give you one hell of a handjob." He says with a smug smirk.

I scoff, though, I can't help but to let my cheeks heat up slightly. "You give yourself too much credit, love." I say with a small smirk.

He roll his eyes. "Once again, tell that to me when you're not moaning my name."

I roll my eyes, giving his bum a pat. "Alright, alright. Whatever you say, big guy." I say and he grins in triumph. What a dork.

•

Despite what I said about not coming here for a drink, I went against my own words and now, I'm this close to being pissed out of my arse.

"Ni! Slow down!" I vaguely hear Harry call out after me from behind as I let my legs carry me down the street in a sprint.

"No! You're a slow poke!" I shout back, before giggling uncontrollably. My mind may be hazy, but I absolutely love running. The wind in my hair, the adrenaline pumping through my veins, it just clears my mind. I don't even know what I'm running for or where I'm running to for that matter. I just really really want to.

Not to mention, how silent the night is. It just calms my senses.

"Siiiiiilent niiight, holyyyyy night!" I find myself belting out, the sudden Christmas mood rushing through me. It's only like a week away. I think. Not to mention, I was horribly out of tune.