Harry had parked in front of a mysterious looking bar. It was the only remotely lit building in eyesight, and he needed to use the bathroom. She had a bad feeling about it, and she didn't attempt to hide it. Still, it went right past him, as he took her hand in his, and practically skipped towards the door.
As soon as they were inside, they found it to have some sort of Hawaiian vibe to it. Smooth music playing, neon palm trees lighting the surroundings, wallpaper of beaches and surfing. It was exactly the kind of bar that Harry would fit right into. Her though, not so much.
He had a proud smile on his face. He looked tired, it had been hours of him driving around with barely any sleep at all. His tiredness was immediately hidden behind his newly refreshed enthusiasm. She couldn't help but smile as well.
They were interrupted by a man, handing them two Hawaiian flower wreaths, that should have been worn around the neck, but with his freakishly tallness, he used it as a flower crown. As soon as it was settled over his head, he pulled away from her, extending his arms by his side, moving his head to the unfamiliar melody, as if asking her what she thought. She couldn't help but laugh, because he was absolutely ridiculous, and she was terrifyingly falling in love with him.
" Just go the bathroom already, before you wet yourself or something." She playfully shoved him away, and he immediately put his hand to his manhood area, snapping his fingers urgently, as if just now, reminded of how much he actually needed the bathroom. His eyes searched the surroundings, before finally settling onto the men's sign. He sighed in relief, rushing towards it, waving blindly without really turning to face her. She laughed to herself, shaking her head in fondness.
She stood there, taking the time to absorb the details of her surroundings. It looked old, and slightly empty, considering the late hours, and the urges to drown out whatever roamed the nights. It was nice though. Her thoughts moved away from the place, and to him. It had been a week or so since they decided to leave, and she almost didn't want to go back at all. She wished she could keep going with him, until they couldn't anymore. He was unexpected, he was thoughtless, effortless, and she wasn't. So she loved him for it, because she was tired of planning it all. She wanted to live for a minute. And he made her live for a week. And was still letting her live.
A small had graced her lips, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her smile grew, as she turned to face him, only to find an unfamiliar face, staring back at her. Curious, needy, eyes scanned her, before settling into her own. Chapped lips moved into a creepy grin, before a slurred voice spoke to her. Chills ran through her figure, because this wasn't Harry. And she could only handle Harry's touch.
She retrieved backwards, but that hand, pinned her to her previous position. Legs took a single step towards her, and she felt captured. She wanted to run, but she couldn't. She just wanted Harry.
" Let me go. I'm waiting for someone." She said, as un-shakily as she possibly could.
" How about a drink, love? It's not right at all for a beautiful lady like you to be alone here." She shook her head, willing her body to shy away from his proximity. Before she could, familiar arms twirled around her waist, pulling her behind a body that she knew so well. She immediately sank into his back, taking in his comforting scent.
" Is there a problem here, mate?" She heard his voice as it drowned out all others. He sounded firm, angry, protective. She clung to him tighter, and he circled a hand around her.
" I was just keeping her company. She looked lonely to me."
" Thank you. We're good now. You can go."
" Well, if you're su-"
" We're sure."
She heard distancing footsteps, before Harry turned around to face her, eyebrows furrowed, skin reddened with frustration, shaky hands laying onto her shoulders, to calm her somehow.
" Are you okay?" He whispered, eyes examining her for any visible damage. She nodded, sighing in relief that he was there now. He pulled her into his arms, embracing her tenderly, yet, desperately. He was everything and its contrary. As contradicted and complete as life itself.
" Never peeing again. My bladdery can explode for all I care." He said, once he was reassured of her safety. She laughed, pulling herself further into him. She felt his lips curving into a smile as they settled on the top of her head.
They were no longer in that bar. They were no longer part of the world. It was just him and her. And God, did she feel full.
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