Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 31

I stopped Harry before we reached the car and rubbed my elbow. "Thank you." I tell him and he kisses my forehead. "We better get on the road before it gets any later in the day." he says opening the door for me. "We're driving down there?" I ask as I sit down. "Yeah, the airport is such a hassle anymore. Why? Did you want to fly?" he asks and I shrug. "I like driving." I say and he half smiles and shuts my door.

 I ended up with my shoes off and my feet propped up on the dash within the first hour, leaning up against his arm with my arms around it like usual. Harry ended up pushing past me and reached over into the glove box under my legs. "I almost forgot." he says and pulls out a white phone, handing it to me. I looked at him confused. "It's my old phone, I got it activated again and everything you need is on it already, since you don't have a phone anymore." he explains and I take it and look at it. 

"Quit spoiling me." I try to frown but it turned into a half grin so I slouched down in the seat and hugged his arm again. He brings his forearm up and holds my head. Our body conjurations we manage to have are somewhat amusing. Between his long arms, long torso and long legs, and my short legs and arms, we make it work. "Someone needs to." he mumbles as he kisses the top of my head. 

Within about two hours into the drive he had stopped at a gas station to get gas and go to the bathroom.  I had stepped out to stretch my legs a little and some guy had approached me. I tried to make my uninterest known to him but he seemed oblivious. He had short blond hair and in a weird way could be considered attractive. He had to be older than me. "You look a little too cute to be from around here. Are you lost?" he asks with a faint smirk on his face. I shake my head. "No, we just made a stop for gas." I say trying to make the "we" clear. 

"Well, who are you with." he says leaning his palm on the car. Harry would've broke that hand right off if he saw it touching his car. I, myself, found it a little irritating that he was touching the car. I liked Harry's Audi, and didn't want some disgusting lowlife touching it. "Cause I don't see them around." he says leaning closer and I take a step back from him, growing extremely ridged. He stuck a hand out to grab my arm to stop me from walking back from him and I see his eyes flicker to something behind me and he retracted but he was already caught in Harry's fists before he had time to retreat. "Who the fuck do you think you touching there, prick?" he grits through his teeth as he pushes him up against the car. The guys eyes widened and a wave of relief hit me but there was still the possibility of me witnessing this losers death. 

"What are you? Like her boyfriend?" he scoffs and Harry tilts his head. "Even if I wasn't, you think I still wouldn't kick your ass?" he asks and I tug his tensed shoulder. I was so focused on how hot this was getting that it was becoming hard to realize the situation. I remember when these outbursts used to scare me. "Harry, let's just go. We're wasting our time." I tell him. 

"Yeah, you are wasting your time with this fool." the man stuck under Harry's flexed arms laughs, except his laughter was soon hushed when Harry connects his fist into his jaw. I gasped at the sound when the man swung back, hitting only his cheekbone but Harry didn't stagger a bit, he just picked the guy up and slammed him into the ground. Like he was made of paper. I was astonished at the strength he had, even though the guy had to weigh as much as I did, which even someone like Harry is easily heavier. The guy groaned and Harry bent at the waist with his hands on his knees with a twisted grin. "Think next time before you fuck with Harry's girl again." he says with a little bit of arrogance and picks up a drink that was sitting on the trunk of his car. I didn't know how it got there, he must have slid it there when he walked up.

He just smirks and hands it to me. I was surprised he wasn't pissed off like he has in the past. I looked up at him confused. Where the hell did Harry go?

"You okay?" he asks, lifting my head up to him and planting a kiss on my lips. I nod and he opens the door and sits me in the car. I could see the guy trying to get up, holding his shoulder but walking away. Harry starts the car and pulls out. This whole thing was just weird. "So you beat the shit out of him and you're oddly calm about it. What did you drink?" I ask and he laughs under his breath. "Nothing, it's just what I have to do to keep you mine. Simple. You're valuable and everyone wants you." he says laying a hand over on my knee. I stare at him even though his eyes were fixed on the road. He had sunglasses on and I couldn't see his eyes but I couldn't help but think of how much he's changed. This was not the Harry I first met. But this is still the Harry I've fallen for more than once. 

"But you have me." I answer just to hear his response and earn a small smile. "And I'll kick anyone's ass that tries to get in the way." he says and I smile, laying my hand on top of his and staring out the window. 

Within more time, I grew a little bored and opened his glove department just to see what was in there. The manual for the car, his paperwork and title, and then a few CD's. One was a clear case with a white CD. It had Finding Caroline Demo written in permanent marker on it and on the back the 13 songs in order. Harry tries to reach over and take it but I wouldn't let him. "You're curiosity gets you into trouble." he says and I giggle. "Why don't you want me seeing it? It's your album." I say and he shakes his head. "Exactly. And you'll want to play it, because I know you." he says and I giggle again. 

"Are you shy? You're only one of the top songwriters known right now. What is there to be shy about?" I joke and he frowns. "With you it's different." he says and I take the joking down a few knotches. "Why? You're so talented. There's nothing that you should hide." I tell him and he shrugs. "Cause most of the songs on that album I wrote when I thought I had lost you. The last album I was only allowed 3 of my songs but they were about you too. When I was first figuring out my feelings for you." he says and I read the back of the case for the names of the songs. Where do broken hearts go, Same Mistakes, Fireproof, If I Could fly, Love you Goodbye. I was even more tempted to just shove the CD in his radio now but I understood Harry. 

"And it's still hard for you to tell me how you feel?" I ask quietly and he nods. "I'm still getting better but I know I'm positive about keeping you in my life. I don't deserve you and that makes me want to deserve a woman like you. I don't think I'm there yet, but I'm gonna keep trying." he says and I swallow, setting the album down, fiddling with my thumbs. "All that power you have and you still feel you're not good enough?" I ask him and he swallows. 

"Harry pull over for a minute." I tell him and for once he complies and pulls to a stop on the side of the interstate. "What are you doing?" he asks as I take my seat belt off and climb over onto his lap. My hand found the lever that lets the seat go back and I push it down. He pulled his sunglasses off to look up at me. "You are good enough for me." I tell him and plant a kiss on his lips. "I always had this image of what I wanted the perfect guy to be and now being with you, you are everything I want. You need to know that cause you shouldn't be beating yourself up over something like that. Okay? If anything, I don't deserve you. So don't ever say that-" I try to make it clear but he pulled me down and made our lips connect. 

"No." he says leaning up to turn the car off. He sits up a little to reach my neck. "Don't even finish that." he says and teases the area around my collar bone with his lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and let my hand find his hair. I didn't care what he did, as long as we remained right here. His hands slid up under my shirt and stayed just above my lower back before he leaned back in the seat. "I would do it right now, if it weren't for being on a highway." he half chuckles and I laugh when the realization hits me. 

I kiss him again and he parts my lips again, pulling me closer, his lips gentle and his hands firm. That's one of the things I've grown to love about him, when I'm unsteady, he's solid. He tilts his head sideways to get a deeper range into the kiss and I relaxed under his arms. Here we were, I'm straddling him in a car... on the side of a highway... and I'm perfectly comfortable with in right now. His hands got a little tighter and I felt him harden underneath me with a deep groan and he grabs me by my hips, lifting me over into the passenger seat. I was horribly confused and worried I did something wrong but he sat up, half smiling. It was an awkward smile. "We should stop.... before I lose myself." he chuckles and I look away, half smiling. "Sorry." was all I could say and he wipes his mouth. 

"Not your fault." he says turning the car back on.