Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part forty

A/N:

Okay, so I know the last few chapters have been boring, but I wanted to let y'all know the story will be picking up. Starting with this chapter, things will get more interesting. I just wanted to say thank you all so damn much for the support. Honestly, I didn't think I'd even get close to this much reads or votes. Y'all really make my day with your comments, ty ty ty. Lots of love and I hope you enjoy <3

Harry

There was something peculiarly comforting about driving at night, gazing at the calm surrounding. Dead streets that were usually packed with traffic. The feeling was otherworldly, more so with Meg in the passenger's seat. Her waves effortlessly fawn over her face in a messy knot, bops of the head to the music playing through my speaker.

For a moment It made me forget the bad shit, forget eventually I would have to tell her. But then I'd register it, feel guilty for being in her presence when I damn well knew I shouldn't. Not after what happened at the banquet. It wasn't fair to her.

Though my distance from her didn't last long, I couldn't stay away like I desperately tried to.

"Are you gonna tell me where we're going? Or are you just gonna be mysterious and bleak."

"You wanna know where we're going?" 

"Uh, yes? Obviously. You told me to be ready- not what I should wear or bring and then now you're being all weird." Just tell her she looks beautiful. Because that she did, compelling me to stare up the area of her body. Her full brown eyes I could drown in, the skin of her thighs that the short skirt she was wearing struggled to cover. A temptress, thinking any second I yearned to pull her onto my lap. Makeout with her until I could feel my lungs contracting, throw her into my backseat, and take time kissing every inch of her body.

The aching thoughts only pestered my mind more after how heated things were between us. How I still remembered the taste of her lips and pleaded I'd get to experience that again. But more so that she'd still want me to, that after I told her what I've been putting off she won't run for the hills. Or swear she'll never speak to me again. Whatever the reaction I couldn't control it, and I couldn't keep it locked away into my subconscious either.

"Okay, I'll give you a hint. We're going somewhere with a ton of bright neon lights." Her eyes glimmer, a face of concentration is placed. Lip bit between her teeth.

"Hmm, somewhere downtown? Your work?" I grimace at her last response, turning my head with confusion. Yeah because I'd take you to my work... "What? Clem's has a bright neon sign." I roll my eyes playfully, "No, and no." She slumps in the chair, pouting at me from beside. "One more hint?" Meg smiles innocently, enough to let me give in.

"Fine, something that had significance in my childhood." Her hype is depleted as her lips turn into a frown. More ponderous than before and way more entertaining. 

"That gives me about nothing to go off of, are we flying to Holmes Chapel or something?" I sigh tiredly at her, keeping my attention divided between the road and her. She's sitting comfortably in the car, there's more than enough room for her legs yet she has them crossed over each other. A fact I couldn't ignore with the length of her skirt. 

"No, fortunately not." Trust me, love, you don't wanna have to be anywhere near that shithole. Especially with my mum in the mix. Meg sighs exasperatedly, unfolding her legs, they tap on the floor of my jeep. Distracting, to say the least, the sound of her vans was the only thing I could hear. That and her quiet smoldering breaths.

"Okay well if you're not gonna tell me where we're going why don't you tell me why you've been avoiding me this past week. Huh?" My heart drops, the pit in my stomach increases at an unsteady pace. This really wasn't the time to tell her, and even so, I didn't want to ruin how happy she was. Her eyes glowing with such light, my problems weren't going anywhere near her tonight.