Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 42

Harry's POV

As we get closer and closer to London, I fall more in love with Avery. I don't think I could have ever imagined having such a perfect girl, and it's hard to believe she loves me the way I love her. She's perfect. And I'm, well, me.

Sometimes I feel like I don't give her enough, and I don't show her enough love. I just feel like I'm not as good as other guys, because I'm so used to not being good enough in past relationships. Does that make sense?

And Avery, well, she's Avery. She's so fuçking perfect. Beyond perfect, she's like an angel sent down from heaven. It's overwhelming, but I love it.

I mean, she gave me road head. She gave me road head, and I didn't even ask! That's true love, if you ask me.

But in all seriousness, I'm so grateful for her. Even in my past relationships, including Kendall and Taylor and all the other little flings, I've never been this in love.

She took care of me while I was sick, she dragged me to the clinic to get medicine at 8:00 at night. She put up with me being cranky and a prick, she kissed me on my lips, not caring if she got sick. Those are the minor things.

The bigger things is when she tells me that she loves me randomly, when she holds onto my hand in public, scared of the paps following us. It's when she casually plays around with my hair while we are laying in bed, it's when she gently traces over my tattoos while we are falling asleep. The minor things, now those are the bigger things.

I shake out of my thoughts as I see the miles left until we reach our hotel, and become very happy as I see the number.

"20 miles!" I announce over the loud music, looking over to see Avery dancing and singing goofily to the music.

She looks over and smiles excitedly. She's going to love London. "No way!" She yells, turning down the music a little.

"Yes, way!" I joke, making her giggle, her nose all scrunched up as she looks out the window.

"I'm so excited! What are we going to do when we get there?" She asks, making me chuckle.

"Well, considering it's almost 11:00, probably not much. We can drive around a bit, and I can briefly show you some things. We can grab something to eat at a pub, if you'd like. Or we can get room service," I suggest, shrugging. As long as she's happy, I am.

She tucks her light brown hair behind her ears, shrugging as well. "Room service at midnight?" She asks in shock, and I laugh.

"Yep."

"That's crazy! Harry, please tell me this didn't cost much," She exclaims, looking over to me. With that tone of voice, I know I'm in for it. She hates when I spend a lot of money on her. But, what can I say?

"It's a pretty nice hotel, I guess," I say, looking over to her. I try to make it seem as casual as possible, but she's not having it.

"Harold, I don't need that nice of a hotel," she warns, giving me 'the look'. I try to hide my smirk, but fail.

"I'm allowed to spoil my girl," I say quietly, blushing a bit.

She huffs, shaking her head. Before she responds, I chime in again.

"The bedroom does have a nice bed, and a nice comforter...." I trail off, joking with her, but also hoping she'd get the point. I smirk at her, leaving her to roll her eyes.

"If you keep that up, we'll be sleeping in separate beds," she says, joking along with me. I love when she's all goofy and smart like that, it's so god damn cute.