Update: We're going back.
Another update: It's my fault.
Completely my fault.
I have the flu. My body is throbbing and my head spins every few seconds as if I've been on a rollercoaster. Normally I love rollercoasters. On this very rare occasion: I hate them. I completely and utterly despise them. I can't and won't, as it'll take too long, explain how much I hate rollercoasters right now. Though, this is all a metaphor and quite frankly irrelevant to the fact that I'm ill.
Now, it didn't just appear. It's been 3 days since Harry kissed me. It started just being achy then I started to be snotty and now it's only getting worse. "Would you like anything love? You okay?" Harry asks behind the steering wheel. I shake my head no before we turn a sharp corner. "You sure? Ice-cream, painkillers?"
I shake my head no again. "It's okay, Harry, don't get me anythi-"
"Blossom..." He says for what seems like years. He must be out of breath. "I can tell you'd like the ice-cream..." He holds the last symbol for a few more decades and then catches a breath again. I don't know how he is not unconscious but we'll let it slide.
"Harry, no. I'd love some bu-"
"Simple, I'll be back." He cuts me off. I was about to say: that doesn't mean I need it. I think that's valid. With the painkillers, I know for a fact he has some at his, which is the place I'm assuming we're going to next. Where else are you going to go, Bloss?
"No, wait," I say holding his wrist. I know I'm not going to win this fight as I'd love ice-cream and painkillers as of now. And plus, when do I ever win? And, I'm not complaining. "If you go at least let me give you..." I go searching for my bag. I take out £10 and show it to him. If getting food, I'm paying. I'm not a bloodsucking leech that's wants everything. In all honesty, I want my own life, not other people's. Now thinking about it, I never finished my sentence.
"What are you doing?" He chuckles. I thought he wasn't blind.
"What does it look like? Maybe giving you some money to buy some ice-cream?" He chuckles again.
"Nope, I'm paying. Cookie-dough Ice-cream? Your favourite?" He asks.
"No Harry. Please. Let me give it to you. You can't keep paying for me, it's not fair."
"Impossible, love," He smirks. I think I'm 100% right in saying that he can't always pay for me. I'm me and I have some money. Enough for myself. I certainly don't need Harry to pay for me.
"But-"
Before I could finish, he is out of the car door.
Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful and everything. How could I not be? But I am capable of paying for things. It's the ice-cream I'm going to eat so, it's the ice-cream I'm going to pay for. Right? Blossom, you could've said that beforehand, now he's gone.
Now thinking about it, I say lot's of smart things in my head and never say them aloud. But then again I say lot's of stupid things in my head that I'll never say out loud.
The car's warm. Warmer than the outside. Quieter than the outside, too. Some people love to be out there and enjoy loud places. I would much rather enjoy quieter places where no one can be judged at all. I find safety in those places. But I hate libraries. They are oddly quiet. People are there, people are moving yet not a sound is made. People have voice boxes yet you are forbidden to make noise. I very much dislike it there.
