"Goodnight sweet heart," your mom stands in the doorway.
"Night Mom," you reply as she closes the door with a small thud.
You listen closely to her foot steps as she walks down the hallway. When you can no longer hear the quiet thump of her bare feet against the wood, you rip the covers off your body and hop out of bed swiftly.
You take one last look in the mirror before carefully opening the window as quietly and slowly as possible. Your mom doesn't know that you removed the screen from the window and you hope to keep it that way. You swing one foot over the ledge.
Once your foot is firmly placed on a brick that protrudes out from the rest, you swing the rest of your body out the window and slowly begin to climb down the wall. When you are close enough to the ground, you jump off.
Brushing yourself off and fixing the strap of your tank top, you turn around to see Harry leaning against the front of his car with a smirk on his face.
You can't help the smile that stretches across your lips as you walk towards him.
"That was hot," Harry presses his lips against yours.
"It won't be when I get in trouble. Let's get out of here," you reply, playing with the hem of his sweater and touching his chest softly.
His warm touch still lingers at the small of your back even after he removes it.
"Let's go," he declares as he flops into the drivers seat. You jump into the passenger side of his rusty old Cadillac and become giddy as he turns on the ignition and the engine roars to life.
The adrenaline makes your heart pound as Harry peels out of the driveway and it sinks in that you just snuck out successfully. With one hand on the steering wheel, Harry's other hand sits on top of your thigh. His warm skin gives your cold skin the chills.
You lean over the center console and turn the dial to FM. An unknown song tries its hardest to sound through the aged speakers. With the windows down, your hair whips wildly in the wind. You crank the volume up as loud as it can go, and stick your hand out the window. In this moment you feel completely free.
You look over at Harry. He grips the steering wheel with one hand, his toned muscles peeking through the knit sweater he wears. His long hair is pulled back into a tight bun which makes his sharp jaw look more defined than ever.
He looks at the road with concentration through thick eyelashes and sage green eyes. He bops his head to the song on the radio that fills the car with sound.
He smiles when he notices you staring at him, but continues to look forward.
"Where are we going Harry?" You ask curiosity getting the best of you.
"Don't worry about it. We are almost there," he looks to you as you raise your eyebrows.
After a few minutes, Harry turns onto a small and unpathed path. The tires try their hardest to continue through the gravel that crunches from the weight of the car.
"Where are you going Harry. This seems unsafe," you question Harry, who gives you a sad look.
"Hey, trust me. I would never intentionally put you in harm, you know that. This is just a secret place, so we have to take a secret road," he explains.
"Trust me, you'll love it."
Moments later, a big blow up screen comes into view, with the beginning credits to your favorite movie.
"Harry!" You laugh through a big grin. He smiles with pride that his plan worked.
"Do you like it?" He asks.
