Free (Sequel to Through The Dark) Complete

Chapter 62

Harry looked over at Julie in the passenger seat when they were finally on their way to Holmes Chapel. The last time they had made this trip was back after they had first gotten together. After Amanda's birthday, before he took her to Paris. She was watching out the window similar to how she had the last time. She had called her doctor back in the US and explained she had a sinus infection a couple of days ago and he had agreed to send over a script for some antibiotics. She was feeling much better after three days of taking them. She was a bit cranky for those few days she was sick, but he found it a tad amusing. She really hated being taken care of. Oh, she was good with it for the first few hours, but when he wanted her to rest and let him do everything for her, as any good boyfriend would do, she got huffy. She whined more during those few days than she had in their entire relationship. Always saying how she managed for years without someone taking care of her when she was sick, she could manage now. He reminded her, often, that she had him now, and he was going to do it. Whether she liked it or not.

"Baby?" Harry asked glancing at her and then back at the road. "Wanna talk?"

"Really?" Julie asked chuckling. "What am I supposed to talk about?"

"Anything?" He said. "It's too quiet."

"Why don't you put on the radio? Or play some music from your phone?" She asked looking over at him. Never quite grasping riding on this side of the car. It was so backwards. She felt like she should have the steering wheel in her hands. And she always wanted to tell Harry he was driving on the wrong side of the road. "Why are you Brits so backwards?"

"See, you do want to talk." Harry shook his head and laughed. "We aren't." He continued. "I think we're the only ones who have it right."

"Crap." She said watching out the window again. "Let's not get started on all that again. And just so you know, I refuse to call chips, crisps or fries, chips. At least now, when we aren't in public. But this opposite side of the road thing really freaks me out."

"Yeah, well when I started driving it was all I knew, and I wasn't driving long before I was driving in the US, too. So, I've got it down. No worries." He chuckled. "So, we could listen to my album again."

"Really? I swear, you love your voice more than anyone else ever could." She said. "Such an ego you have. You better watch that narcissism."

"Yeah, so I'm a bit narcissistic. I've never denied it." He hooked up the iPod and hit play until Meet Me In The Hallway streamed through the speakers of the Range Rover. Forty minutes later, he stopped the album before it started replaying. He had watched her sing along softly to some of the songs. She'd listened to it a few times over the time she had been stuck in bed. She still hadn't asked any additional questions though. "So, now that we're trapped in a car, and you can't send me away. Do you have any other thoughts about the album?"

"Who's having your baby, Harry? And whose business is it not?" She raised her eyebrows and turned her head towards him. "When did you 'pay for it'?"

"God, I love conversations with you." He laughed and shook his head. "No one's having my baby, and I never paid for it. It's just a silly tongue in cheek song."

"Sure, the whole album, minus that song is real." She tilted her head at him. "Convince your other girlfriend of that, cuz I ain't buying it. Or should I say, I'm not going to pay for it?"

"Listen, woman, why do you have to be like that?" He asked her. "Not everything is written specifically as it is. She was going home to a cactus. Who had a bigger prick as a boyfriend than you?"

"Yeah, of course, but speaking of Woman, not a whole lot of lyrics in it." She said trying to move away from Kiwi, she wasn't sure she wanted to know much more about it. It was a good beat and a lot of fun. "Seems to be quite full of jealousy."