Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 3

"All your thoughts running through your head
The things you think better left unsaid
Just wanna know where you came from

Why would you wanna play someone else
I love you best when you're just yourself"

The three of them walk into the underground parking together. Derek in the middle, with Harry and Amy on either side, holding him up. Derek is singing a song and telling Harry how much he loves his music. Amy can't recall ever hearing Derek listen to his music but she doesn't say this. They manage to get Derek to the car and he wants to sit in the back so he can lay down because as he puts it loudly "I need to rest my eyes before our big adventure!"

They lay him in the back and buckle his seat belt. Harry gets in the passenger seat and Amy in the driver's seat. She starts the car and puts it in drive and then stops and puts it back in park.

"What are you doing?" his accent is thick. That's the most he has said since she met him.

"I'm trying to figure out what to show you."

"Oh."

Loud snoring starts from the backseat. Derek is fast asleep. There is no waking him.

"I guess I have to take him home."

"Yeah, I think so. Sorry, I'm the one who got him drinking. It's my last Canadian tour stop and just wanted to celebrate. I don't usually drink when I'm working."

"It's okay. He doesn't drink this much typically. I don't know how I'm going to get him up to our apartment," she says as she looks back at Derek asleep in the backseat.

"I can come help you. I mean, it is my fault after all," and he smiles at her, chuckling.

She notices he has big dimples on both sides of his cheeks. She resists the urge to stick her finger in one. She finds herself wanting to paint him. She never wants to paint people.

His face drops when she doesn't respond.

"Sorry. Did I overstep..."

His words snap her out of her reverie and she realizes that twice since meeting him she has been caught staring at him.

"No, no! I would really appreciate the help actually."

"Alright. Let's go then!" he says cheerfully.

She starts the car and nods at Frank as he lifts the gate for them.

"I take it you weren't at the show?"

Amy feels slightly nervous admitting that she indeed was not at the show. She hopes he's not offended.

"No, I was out for dinner and a movie with a friend."

"Not a fan?" he asks, putting her on the spot.

Amy's eyes go wide. She sneaks a glance at him and seems him smirking.

"I'm teasing. It's fine," he says laughing.

He can't say that his ego isn't hurt. He is trying to get over his constant need for everyone to like him. Harry notices how embarrassed she looks. He takes the moment to really look at her now that she is too scared to make eye contact again. She has long hair that is not quite blonde and not quite brown either. She is wearing blue jeans and an off white sleeveless silk top with thin straps. She has very little if any make-up on. Her cheeks are still a bit flush from embarrassment. It isn't until she opens her car door that he realizes they have stopped and he has been staring at her the whole drive.