The next morning I woke up promptly at 5:30 a.m. I got ready for work and went downstairs to make a cup of coffee and grab another pop tart. By the time I was ready to walk out the door it was 6:30.
I grabbed a jacket, seeming how it was pretty cold out yesterday morning, and fetched my keys to the house. I opened the door and just as I expected there was a black car sitting on the curb. I locked the door behind me, giving me just that small amount of time to prepare myself for yet another ride with Harry.
I walked down the driveway and around Harry’s car to the passenger side. He had his elbow propped up on the window frame, his eyes shut as he slept. I knocked out his window and he woke up instantly. I noticed his hands clench up into fists, ready to punch the window between us. He noticed who it was and his hands immediately relaxed. A toothy grin replaced his sleepy frown and I smiled as both his dimples popped. I noticed his eyes were darker than usual, I suppose from his lack of sleep lately.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Harry still had his “sleepy voice” where his accent was thicker and his voice was deeper. It almost made my knees go weak. Almost.
“What are you doing here?”
“Giving you a ride to work,” he smiled as he started up the engine.
“I don’t need a ride,”
“Just get in the damn car,” he smirked as he rolled the window up and leaned over to the passenger seat, pushing open the door for me.
I just smiled softly and walked back over to the passenger side, sliding into the leather seat.
“How long were you waiting for me?” I asked once the car started moving.
“Since about 6.” He paused and looked over to me, “It wasn’t an issue.”
“Why did you wait?”
“What’s with all the questions? A simple thank you would be fine,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes, “Thank you Harry,” I smiled.
…
When we got to the shop I gave Harry another thank you, and climbed out of the car. The window unrolled and I bent over to look over at Harry.
“When’s your break?” he asked.
“That is not your concern, Harry.”
“Fine, I guess I will just have to wait here for you then love.” He said as his smirk plastered itself on to his face.
I didn’t really want him to wait here for five entire hours, “My break is at eleven,” I sighed.
“See you then,” Harry smirked, rolling his window up and driving away.
