The state I'm in COMPLETED

Weekend

It was noon before I finally opened my eyes.

I had only slept for six hours, but that was more than enough. Harry was still in town, and I wasn't about to waste the little time we had left together curled up in bed.

Sunday evening would come too soon.

And then we'd go back to this—a cycle of distance, waiting, stolen weekends, and long drives back home.

But for now, I had two weeks off from uni before classes started again. That gave me time—to sort through my thoughts, to breathe, and, more importantly...

To talk to my mom.

The thought made my stomach flip.

I had to tell her.

I didn't want her finding out from someone else, but I needed to do it on my terms, when I was ready.

But not yet.

Not when I was finally getting a moment to just be with Harry, without questions, without complications.

Not yet.

My phone buzzed.

Harry: Are you up?

Me: Yeah... What do you want to do today?

Harry: Get ready. I'm picking you up in 20.

I barely had time to process before I sprang into action.

Twenty minutes later, I had showered, thrown on jeans, a T-shirt, and a pair of Converse, pulled my hair into a ponytail, made my bed, tidied my room, and—somehow—managed to make myself a cup of coffee.

Honestly, that was a personal record.

Probably worthy of breaking news.

Just as I was about to text Harry, I heard a knock at the door.

I opened it to find him standing there, effortlessly gorgeous—black torn jeans, a white T-shirt clinging perfectly to him, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder, helmet in his other hand.

He smirked. "Who would've known you look this good on six hours of sleep? Good morning, by the way."

I grinned, my heart doing a little flip. "Good morning to you too."

"Coffee?" I offered.

"No time for coffee," he said, grabbing my wrist and tugging me toward him. His lips brushed against mine in a quick but lingering kiss.

"What do you have planned?" I asked, curious.

A mischievous glint sparkled in his green eyes. "You'll see."

And just like that, we were off.

The wind tangled in my hair as we rode, the city fading behind us.

There was something about this—the roar of the bike, the open road, the way I could feel every breath Harry took beneath my arms wrapped around his waist.

It made me feel free.

Yet at the same time, it made me worry.

The thought of him making this trip back and forth just to see me... God, what if something ever happened?

I shook the thought away.

For now, I just wanted to enjoy the ride.

"Seriously, where are we going?" I shouted over the wind.