are we out of the woods? | h.s

vii

~ Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

Twenty stitches in the hospital room

When you started cryin', baby, I did, too

But when the sun came up, I was lookin' at you ~

we had taken a vacation to the mountainous colorado to get away from everything for a while, to get a fresh breath with the fresh snow. we wanted to try and relax a little bit more and have some time away from the fame and attention brought to us from new york and london and los angeles, and wherever we would go. so we hid away and let time pass us by in a little cabin in the woods, all by ourselves. it was spicy, it was sweet, it was romantic, and it was fun. it was just what we needed.

"these straps aren't twisted, are they?"

harry stepped out of the bathroom trying his best to see his snow pant straps that laid over his back, but was having tough luck. his legs were swooshing together with the sound of the snow pants, and his thick winter boots hit the ground with a force that made sure i knew he was coming. he could never sneak up on anyone in those things, even if he tried his best.

"spin around for me." i tell him, coming up to him to see if they were. when he turned back to me to know the answer, i just smiled and patted his back with my mittened hand. "you're lucky they're not."

he sighed and sunk down into the chair in out room, rolling his eyes as he began to feel some relief.

"thank god, i had to put these things on, like, five bloody times."

i giggled and clomped over in my own heavy boots, and took a spot on his lap. it was warm inside the cabin and being in ski gear was becoming difficult to deal with, so i wanted to know the plan and get out of there as fast as possible. and besides, there was a snowstorm the night before that had added some fluffy inches to the ground. i was excited to get out there.

"they're on perfectly right, baby." i watched his eyes gleam at the nickname.

"now, what's the plan for today? more skiing?"

harry sighed and scratched at the small patch of acne that had settled onto his forehead, letting his lips puff out a bit as he thought it over. i couldn't help but watch the small dent of his pre-dimple just above his little dark freckle. his face muscles were like everyone else's, but somehow completely different. he didn't have to be doing anything or saying a word, but somehow i would be entranced by the way he would blink, or his lips would twitch as if he wanted to say something, or the way his eyebrows would squish together and he would bite down on his bottom lip when he was frustrated or the way his dimples would try to appear when he wasn't even attempting to smile. but even though the moves weren't organized, they were still smooth and fascinating to watch, he fascinated me every second. he could have been shitting his pants off and i would still find a way to find his discomforted facial expressions interesting to watch.

"actually, i've got a surprise for you." he grinned, taking his hand away from his face to rest it comfortably around my thigh.

"oh?"

"i talked to the owner, michael, and he said we could borrow his snowmobile for the afternoon."

i wasn't expecting that kind of response. a snowmobile? where would we even drive it? we were surrounded by mountains, not open fields. even though i was suspicious, harry seemed eager to get going and ride the afternoon away.

"a snowmobile?" i frowned. "do you even know how to drive one of those things?"

harry shrugged and shifted beneath me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as he got himself a little more comfortable in the chair. he let out a soft grunt and i felt the need to get up immediately, but with his hands wrapped around me so tight, i didn't think i could get up.