PARKER | Dark H.S. AU

xxii. huh?

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2014

Nothing feels more liberating other than having yourself feel the wind sweeping through your body, the sun soaking your skin, inhaling the fresh scent of the great outdoors; these things are something new to Harry for the longest time he is constricted in the comfort of his car, surrounded by black-suited men, all things handed to him in a silver platter. Not that he didn't feel these external forces before. He just didn't actually took the time to notice them, value them as they are...he wasn't aware of them.

Clad in his office suit, he felt like his wings were always clipped on his sides, seated behind his desk and doing paperworks -- or whenever he pulls off an authorative façade over his employees and colleagues. Worse when he's forced to keep up with the superficial smile he'd pay people at various events, even though deep within, he's itching to just ditch the whole scene and disappear from those snobby people -- the likes of him. Ironically, the things that he is accustomed to, things that comes normal for him are the same things that makes him feel restricted, jailed.

Now that he has finally took a small bite of freedom, he realizes how much he's fed up and tired of the life he's been living the past couple of years...and he doubts if he ever wants to ever go back.

A wide grin is set on the curly lad's face as his eyes marvel at the view blurring by as they ride on Charlie's red scooter, Felicia. There was even a time when Harry got carried away and latched his chin over her shoulder just to look beyond the winding highway, hearing the sound of a heavy gushing of water at one side of the road. He was awestrucked to find out from Charlie that there's a waterfall nearby just hidden behind the tall pine trees gating the magnificent work of nature. He made a mental note to come by the next time with Charlie and see it for himself.

Charlie didn't mind the subtle gesture, though. If anything, she was even glad that Harry is finally loosening up and warming up to her. She could feel the tension in his body whenever they are (alone) in the same room, thereby affecting his ability to speak and cool stance, although she couldn't pinpoint any specifics about its classification -- whatever the cause of that tension is, she's just aware that it exists.

She's in for a mission. She wants to see the real Harry (or Aiden). She wants to see how he really is whenever he's alone, or when he's not holding back, when he feels comfortable about his self. She wants to be that person for him -- someone he's going to be comfortable with. And she's quite optimistic that she will accomplish this mission.

Charlie is a magic wand...consider it done.

After delivering the basket of cupcakes to her customer, Mavie, they wasted no time on being on their way to the city. The less-than-an-hour ride would have been agonizingly slow, worse, would feel like years if Charlie didn't make the most out of it, to Harry's displeasure.

The green-eyed lad would flinch at the occasional times when Charlie would release the grip of the scooter as she drives, causing him to startle and grip the sides of his seat tightly or grab Charlie's shoulders abruptly.  Charlie could only laugh at his expense. He has never felt more vulnerable and so beyond control before.

The moment they finally reaches their destination, a deep sigh of relief leaves Harry's lips. His once trembling hands finally relax, but remains to be clammy from too much tension. It is evident that Charlie enjoyed every bit of the misery he has endured the whole while.

Harry questions her sanity the instance her glowing grin manefisted on her cheeks as soon as she lifts her helmet off her head, as if she isn't even bothered by the obvious distress her passenger is feeling. Nonetheless, he finds it endearing.