Wildest Dreams ~~~ H.S

35.

It feels amazing now that my cast is off. Before I put on my boot, I make sure to scratch every part of my leg that was itchy over the past few weeks. I'm really glad that I got my cast off just in time for Thanksgiving. Thank goodness I am done with using crutches though. It feels so good to walk again! The doctor said that she was surprised that my leg healed fast, but also said that it was a pretty minor injury so she kind of expected it at the same time. 

I exit the building and walk to the car, where Harry is waiting. I knock on the window and he opens the door. He almost immediately jumps up and down in his seat. "You don't have a cast or crutches! We need to celebrate," Harry smirks as I get into the car, rolling my eyes. He definitely planned all of this while I was gone. "Thanksgiving is right around the corner. I don't celebrate it, so I won't have plans. But I will celebrate it just for you if you would like me to." He nudges me in the shoulder, giving me a cheeky smile, his eyes twinkling.

"Meh, no thanks. I would rather be alone than with you," I say jokingly, and he acts dramatic, pretending to be sad. Honestly, I can't believe I just said that to him. Even though it was just a joke, it felt mean to say. Especially to Harry. He's just too nice to deserve that. "Just kidding! I would love to spend the evening with you." I say, as he pulls out of the parking lot and onto the highway.

His smile beams across his face, making me look at his dimples. Gosh, I never really had a thing for dimples, but Harry's are so adorable. They even make me smile with him. He makes me jump when he turns to look at me. Oh shoot, he just saw me looking at his dimples! Please don't tell me he thought I was looking at his lips instead. "Like what you see?" He asks, a smirk forming across his mouth.

"Oh shut up," I cross my arms and slump into the chair. "I wasn't looking where you thought. I was looking at your dimples. They're cute! Not that it means anything, of course. It's just so adorable to see them appear when you smile. Same with the crinkles by your eyes. How is it even possible to be as cute as you are? Why do you look so good and I look like I am some homeless person living on the streets? And you do it so effortlessly. How do you not realize how beautiful you are!?" I turn towards Harry, and his cheeks are red. Please don't tell me he thinks I'm some crazy psychopath! "N-Not that I think you're attractive or anything! Your dimples are just cute, that's all!" His flushed face turns into a pouty frown. Did I just make things worse, or is he just disappointed that I said I'm not attracted to him?

I mean, I'll admit, he's a pretty handsome man. And pretty. And gorgeous. And beautiful. But I'm not attracted to him! I used to be when I was only a fan of course, but that would be weird if I still was, especially now that he is one of my best friends. "You don't think I'm good-looking or attractive?" Harry asks, his smile completely faded away.

"W-Well, no! I mean yes? Wait, no? It's not what what I meant, okay? I mean, you are attractive, b-but it's not like I'm attracted to you or anything, it's just," I sigh, giving up. This is pointless! I just keep making this even worse! And another problem is that I'm stuttering. I never stutter! So why am I right now? I cover my face with my hands in embarrassment. The only time I have stuttered in my life besides this moment, was the day I met him. I was so shocked to see the love of my life- ahem let me correct myself, my best friend for the first time. I used to have the biggest crush on him, ever since One Direction days. Of course I don't feel the same now, especially because we are good friends. 

Harry laughs hard and it echoes through the car. I roll my eyes and turn on the radio to change the subject. I absolutely cranked up the volume and Harry knew exactly what he should do. He rolls down the windows and picks up the speed on the highway. We are going so fast, that it was like we were in some getaway car, running from the cops. Honestly, we will be that soon if a police officer sees us speeding. 

But right now, we live in the moment. It just hits different to do something so simple with Harry.

I continue to sing God is a woman at the top of my lungs. Wow, the radio really likes Ariana Grande. But I'm not complaining! This is similar to the ride there, but the ride back is already so much better. "I seriously love this song so much!" I say, when I get the chance to take a breath.

Harry chuckles as he keeps his head forward. "I bet you say that about every Ariana Grande song." He sings along with the song as I scoff at him.

"As if you didn't go to one of her concerts yourself." I sit up and clear my throat to get ready for the high notes. I have waited for this moment my whole life, and I'm not ruining it.

"Oh shush!" He elbows me in the shoulder and laughs.

(this is how i picture him rn and i had to put this here cause its so adorable istg)

Ariana's whistle note comes on, and I nail it, just like how I practiced it. I love singing so much, but it's definitely not something I can make a career out of. I can't even write songs! Harry just stares at me, with the biggest grin in the whole world.

Authors note:

hey luvs! i honestly didnt think i would be saying this so soon, but here i am 🫡 i realized that writing is something im really passionate about and i love writing for you guys. writing is also a coping mechanism for me so its probably going to help distract me about all of the miserable things going on in my life 🤷‍♀️ and instead of two years, or two weeks, i decided to make my break 2 hours 🥰 i still missed you guys though! but i might not post as often, but we will see what i can do. and thank you so much for the support, i literally love you guys so much. anwhoooo see you soon luvs ❤️