"She said, where have you been? She said, I've been looking for you my whole life, and I said, pretty please, kiss me and bring me back to life!"

The band members chanted. No, they fucking screamed their lungs out, it was deafening.

Why did I agree to go with them to that party again?

Oh, because of Harry.

"And when she said she loved me-" They paused, letting Harry do his thing with the stretching vocals, then, "-I died all over again!"

The silence after the drums from the speakers was actually deafening.

"My ears are fucking ringing," I mumbled from the passenger seat.

Sam laughed. "Really, you need to get on a roadtrip with us. That shit is gold."

They all join him and I look at Harry, who's concentrating on driving but has a wide grin on.

"You'd hate that," he says.

"I can imagine," I huff. "Where is this party anyway? We've been on the road for twenty minutes."

"Sick of us already, Aurora?" Elijah interrupted, taking me aback. He was being weirdly quiet since we moved with the van, after giving me a couple of weird looks when Harry announced he'll take me with them to the next party.

"No," I quietly replied. "I actually can't wait to see you guys perform again."

"Ella nos ama ya!" Carlos smiles and I smile back even though I have no idea what he means by that.

Harry glances at my expression and chuckles. "He's saying that you love us already."

"Oh, I do! Wait, Harry? How do you say I love you in Spanish?" I whisper excitedly. He locks eyes with me instantly and I realized what I just said. Crap, shit, fuck.

Way to make things awkward, Aurora. I knew you wouldn't contain your cool for too long.

"Erm, it's, uh... Te amo." Harry stuttered and I parted my lips at the sight. Adorable, my subconscious screams. I literally just met this boy and we're having an awkward, sexually tense moment in the presence of three other guys. I cough and nod and try not to dwell too much on the fact that he sounded too sexy saying that. Saying I love you so fluently in Spanish.

I think I'm drooling a little.

"Te amo, Carlos!" I said quickly to Carlos, whose eyes sparkled and blew me a kiss. I grinned back at him and sat back properly in my seat.

"So," I tried to change the subject as the other boys engaged in a conversation. "He can understand English but not speak it?"

"No, he can," Harry slowly smirked at my attempt to break the newly frozen ice. "He's just proud of his mother tongue."

"Oh," I giggled. "I like Spanish. How did you learn to speak it so fluently?"

"Oh, it was mainly coincidental. I picked up a lot from Carlos, of course. And when he has to travel to see his family in Spain every so often, we tag along. It's too easy to pick up on the language."

"That's really interesting, I wish I was fluent in a different language," I mused. "Like Turkish, I adore Turkey. Or French, that's cute, too."

"You're cute,"

I look at him in surprise. Again, the surprise. He keeps throwing too many emotions at me and I keep getting baffled by them. I had just melted the ice from the 'te amo' thing a moment ago, now he's back to this?

"You're doing it again," I mumble, thankful for the considerably dark streets so he can't see my red cheeks, or else he's go on about the smeared paint and all that poetic crap I've grown too accustomed to in just a few hours.

"And what is that, exactly?"

"Oh, nothing, just being yourself, apparently. God,"

Harry laughed lowly, so he doesn't grab any of his band mates' attention. "I can't help it. You know, I consider myself a lucky man tonight."

"And why is that, exactly?" I repeat his words from before, making his grin widen and so does mine.

"Oh, nothing, just for meeting the most gorgeous girl in a high school prom."

I stare at him, lost for words. He keep doing that. I can't keep up with him and his flirtatious self.

"Well, was it fate?"

"Definitely fate."

I was joking, playing along, but he looked kind of serious. The longing in his eyes shook me to my bones. It wasn't awkward, I wasn't trying to search for something to say back, I wasn't trying to keep up with him anymore. I was in safe landing. We were on the same boat and the wind was carrying us.

We were lost in time, I hadn't noticed the car had stopped and the boys were out and unloading the instruments. I hadn't noticed Elijah snickering at the two of us and I didn't really care. I was enveloped by the warmth of the sun above the fields of green in his eyes. We were flying and floating on oceans of deep blue.

"Definitely fate," I whispered back.