Written- 28-02-18
My boyfriends high pitched voice sounds in my ear, complaining again.
"Y/n you know that I want Nando's. I always want Nando's"
I keep driving and he stares at me, a scowl etched onto his face.
"No. We just ate", I reprimand him, speaking to him almost as if he's a child because when he acts like this, sometimes it feel like he is.
"Yeah but that was like twenty minutes ago", he frowns. I sigh.
"George, my love, I know you don't want to go, but getting more food will only delay us. Not make this go away", I tell him.
I hear him sigh in the passengers seat but he knows I'm right.
"You're right", he mumbles facing the highway.
"Sorry what?", I giggle and hold my left hand to my ear, keeping my right hand firmly on the steering wheel.
He huffs.
"I can't hear you", I say in a sing song tone.
"I said you're right", he tells me, raising his voice a little.
"Oh that, yeah I know I am", I roll my eyes, placing my hand back onto the steering wheel.
George fiddles with the AUX cord and changes the song.
"Hey", I interject, "I was listening to that"
"Sure you were", George says sarcastically.
"I was", I protest.
"What song was it?", he asks me, smiling smugly. I turn my head from the road and glance at him.
"I don't know the name of it"
"Well then you weren't really listening to it", he says triumphantly.
I give in and decide not to argue again.
He takes my phone and flicks through my playlists eventually shuffling his favourite one. Our favourite one.
Love me by the 1975 comes on and I begin to shrug my shoulders to the beat. George laughs at my weird attempt to dance and soon I join in, happy that I could distract him from how nervous he is.
He begins to sing along and normally I would too but in that moment I just listened. I watched his anxiety turn to glee and he relaxed.
When the song ended, I reached out and flicked to the next one.
Catfish and the bottlemen began playing loudly but I turned it down until it was only background music.
"So, how are you feeling now?", I ask, dreading his answer.
"Well actually a bit better", he laughs slightly probably remembering my attempt to dance.
"So you're not nervous anymore?"
This time he really does laugh, a proper loud laugh.
"Of course I'm still nervous. How could I not be?"
"But you're not as bad", I press
"How could I feel as bad when I have you by my side. We can take on anything. I know it", he grins and when he thinks my eyes are fully focused on the road, he looks at me and so quietly I question if I ever hear it, whispers "how did I get so lucky?"
I advert my eyes and turn back up the radio.
