The Herra Project II- Secret Weapon [H.S AU]

Expectations Are Over-rated

Sierra’s POV:

“Harry! Wake up, it’s ten o’clock!” I yelled from the kitchen as I made us breakfast. Half an hour later he came stumbling into the kitchen half-awake but dressed.

“Why are we up so early?” he mumbled before I put his food in front of him. He kissed my cheek and pulled me by my waist onto his lap as he ate his eggs and toast. It was ten days into the holidays and I picked up a routine from him in the mornings. He woke up late once I had already made breakfast for the both of us so he didn’t have to cook.

“Remember how you promised Lyle you would go to that flying club?” I muttered. He almost spat all his food out.

“When did I say that?” he exclaimed.

“When you were blinded by jealousy,” I said dramatically with a laugh.

“I can’t fly,” he declared with a shocked expression.

“Well then you’re going to go and tell Lyle that,” I chuckled.

A smirk filled his mouth, “You mean little-“

He was cut off by my dad walking in with a bright beam on his face, “Harry, ready to fly a plane like you claimed?”

“Yes, sir,” he muttered while chewing his breakfast again nervously. I almost laughed but I felt it might be cruel. I kissed his neck and felt him gulp down his food.

“Harry, you’ll be fine. I’ll be in the plane with you,” I smirked.

“Oh thanks, Captain Evans. But I think if I’m going to crash the last thing I want to do is put you in danger too,” he chuckled.

“Oh Harry,” my dad laughed, “You won’t die. We’ll have a trained professional as co-pilot in the plane with you if you forget a few things.”

“Yeah thanks,” he grumbled as I laughed as well and put my hand on his chest.

“You’ll do fine, babe. You are a pilot yourself after all.”

He rolled his eyes at me before he finished the last of his meal.

All three of us walked out of the house to my dad’s sports car. He rarely ever drove it. It was a convertible and black. That’s about all I can describe, cars don’t particularly interest me.

“At least my last meal was deliciously cooked by my beautiful girlfriend, who is about to be a widow,” he muttered. I didn’t feel as annoyed about having to make breakfast for him after those simple words.

“I won’t be a widow,” I chuckled, “We aren’t married.”

“I may as well propose seeing as I’m going to die anyway,” he huffed. “Dr Evans, can I have your daughter’s hand in marriage?”

The car immediately jerked to a stop. I almost flew forward from the back seat but Harry caught my waist.

“Did you ask to marry my daughter?” he exclaimed.

“He was joking,” I stated. My dad exhaled slowly and the car started again. He drove in silence. The wind rushed passed us deafeningly, leaving barely any room for a conversation.

‘Is that what it’s going to actually be like when I ask for his acceptance?’

I glanced up at Harry with a raised eyebrow. His eyes were wide and shocked.

*

I turned back to my dad, “Are we almost there?”

“Yeah, five minutes,” he called to us in the back seat. We’ve been driving for two hours now. I felt hands grasp my hips and pull me across his legs. I held myself up against his chest as he rubbed my lower back with a smirk.