Gravity| h.s

2.

Release Date: 9th July 2014.

As Harry leads me to his car, he remains absolutely quiet. His body leans forward as he makes his way through the icy air to the destination, which is his car.  I continuously rub my hands together, blowing into a small gap as I attempt to create heat. I quicken my pace at all times, trying to catch up with him, hoping that I will not turn a corner to find that he has disappeared and it was all a figment of my imagination. 

The familiar street allows me to sigh with relief as I see the bar off in the distance. Harry directs me into a small, exclusive parking lot. I glance around me intentively, hoping that we were not allow, but then again, that we were. Street lights fload the parking lot orange and it is clear that there is only one vehicle in sight. A rusting, orange Chevy. I pick up my pace once more, flanking Harry as he geared towards the truck.

With a quick flip of the car key  from his jeans to his hand and turning it in the lock, Harry slides smoothly inside the truck, leaving me standing in the  cold, dumb-founded by my current actions. I had been walking through the streets alone when I bumped into a stranger, a stranger who has a history of sexual encounters might I add, who said he lived in the same block of apartments as I did and offered me a ride home? It sounds oddly like the plot of a crime show my dad watches.

"Well, are you coming or not?" Harry calls from inside the Chevy, fixing his gaze on the keys as he tries to force them into the ignition. 

Jumping slightly by his abrupt interuption to my anxious daydream, I shuffle towards the door and open it hastifully, entering the vehicle beside him. The Chevy is small and clustophobic. The smell of aftershave, sweat and fast food engulf me and I suddenly feel sick.  I remain still as Harry continues to fight with his car, cussing and damning his way through his forcful motion.

It talks me two minutes before I actually say something. I adventually take pity on him. " Maybe if you direct the key at an oblique angle then maybe it will work..." I mutter slightly, looking down at the floor when his eyes meet mine.

 Harry glances up from his fight, holding mute."What?" There is mock confusion in his voice as he cocks his head to one side. " What the hell is an obliquis angle?"

"An oblique," I correct him, feeling a bit more confident in myself. " Is going from diagonal north to south." When his expression becomes a sea of misunderstanding and confusion, I take control. " Let me show you." I reach over to him, invading the little pace that was left between us and grasp his large hand, directing it to the ignition. 

Harry flinches, pulling away and allowing the key to fall into my hand.  I turn my head slightly to see his large, jade eyes expand their maxium size in shock. He doesn't like to be touched? I coil my gaze away from his face and back to piece of metal in my hand. I hold it up, and with a quick movement, dragger it into the  slot and turning it with the strongest pressure I can munster. The truck instantly comes to life. A wave of heat wafers from the vents and I shiver with pleasure.

I lean back against the bench and sigh, admiring my handing work. I guess my dad being a mechanic had something to do with it. I smile at Harry, who continues to look ahead as he drives out of the parking lot. Isn't he going to thank me? I did just save us from walking home.

Harry turns on the radio. Music floods the cabin as a female voice croans haunting from the speakers, singing about Ultraviolence. I feel annoyed, hurt even. How can he not thank me? Things like that never really got to me, but there is something about him that makes me mad. He is just so arrogant and mean. I decide not to contain my silence anymore.

"Aren't you going to thank me?" I say try, and failing, to sound confident. His eyes focus on mine, but I withstand my stern question. I am not going to back down. I will not back down.