Surrender

Saturday September 29 2013

10:05pm

"Blair, wake up." I lift my head off of Louis' arm and wipe drool off the side of my cheek. He looks down at his wet shirt and grimaces.

"Sorry," I laugh. "You shouldn't be so comfortable." We've arrived back at his house after spending eight hours walking and perusing junk. Harry and Louis finally gave in and we all got a little competitive, seeing who could find the most random object. I think I still won with the gut shakers, but Louis came in a close second with a velvet painting of a puppy riding on the back of a unicorn.

"Don't forget your painting," I say when he steps out of the car. He leans in and grabs the painting from the floorboard, then kisses my cheek.

"See you Monday," he says to me. He looks up at Harry. "Don't think you're getting my seat first period now just because she's your girlfriend."

Harry laughs. "I'm not the one bringing her coffee every morning. I doubt she'd let me overthrow you." Louis shuts the door and Harry waits until he's inside his house before he leaves.

"What do you think you're doing back there?" he says, smiling at me in the rearview mirror. "Get up here." I shake my head and remain put.

"I sort of like having a chauffer." He puts the car in park and unbuckles his seatbelt, then turns around in his seat.

"Come here," he says, reaching for my arms. He grabs my wrists and pulls me forward until our faces are just inches apart. He lifts his hands to my face and smashes my cheeks together like I'm a little kid. He gives me a loud peck on my squished together lips.

"I had fun today," he says. "You're kind of weird." I cock my eyebrow, not sure if he just complimented me or not.

"Thanks?"

"I like weird. Now get your ass in the front seat with me before I climb in the backseat and not cuddle you." He pulls my arm forward and I climb into the front seat, then put my seatbelt on.

"What are we doing now? Your house?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Nope. One more stop."

"My house?"

He shakes his head again. "You'll see."

We drive until we're on the outskirts of town. I recognize we're at the local airport when he pulls the car over to the side of the road. He gets out without saying anything and comes around to open my door.

"We're here," he says, waving his hand at the runway spread out in a field across from us.

"Harry, this is the smallest airport within a two hundred mile radius. If you're expecting to watch a plane land, we'll be here for two days." He pulls on my hand and leads me down a small hill.

"We're not here to watch the planes." He continues walking until he gets to a fence that edges the airport grounds. He shakes it to test for sturdiness, then takes my hand in his again. "Take off your shoes, it'll be easier," he says. I look at the fence, then look back at him.

"You expect me to climb that thing?"

"Well," he says, looking at it. "I could pick you up and throw you over, but it might hurt a little more."

"I'm in a dress! You didn't tell me we were climbing fences tonight. Besides, it's illegal." He rolls his head and pushes me toward the fence.

"It's not illegal when my step-dad manages the airport. And no, I didn't tell you we'd be climbing fences because I was scared you would change out of this dress."
I grab the fence and begin to test it when, in one swift movement, his hands are on my waist and I'm up in the air, already scaling over it.