The hardest thing was not stare, to not let the feeling of his hands and caress of his gentle touch invade my thoughts, it was difficult, so damn difficult, although my mind was running wild, harry seemed to be fine, digging his fork into the spaghetti's that i made -due to the fact that my stepmother can't cook to save her life- as if everything was all dandy.

" these spaghetti's are so good, especially the meatballs, what did you use to make them ?" my aunt asks, trying to break the silence that overcame all of us, i sat directly in front of my father, elloise plopped down right next to him, my aunt seated to my left, and harry right next to her.

i face her, " it's actually italian sausage tia, and i just changed up the seasonings, instead of only adobo, i added sazon this time, plus i didn't clean the sausage with water i used vinegar " i explain, not paying attention to the way my aunt's eyes widened in shock, she only hums, seeming pleased with my change of recipe.

a lot of people tend to like being praised for something they did right, but i dreaded it, i despised having all the attention on me, my aunt was quick to clean her plate leaving me the dish on the table to clean because she 'had to get to work and was already running late'.

i don't think i could ever work night shifts, everyone else did the same, finished all their food and handed me their plates to clean like i'm some sort of slave, yet harry was the only one who didn't, walking with me to the sink, " it's fine harry, you can just leave the plate there, i'll wash it" i speak low, somehow always managing to feel uneasy around him.

he scoffs grabbing the sponge and squirting a decent amount of dishwashing soap on top of it before turning on the sink water, " nonsense, it pisses me off that they just hand you everything like that, you're not a maid, they're adults that have two arms and two legs" he rants, scrubbing the glass plate with anger his movements coming to a halt as he finally turned to me, my height making him have to look down.

" they're just too lazy to get up and walk their asses to the damn sink, your aunt doesn't get a pass either, if she can sit there and apply makeup and waste almost an hour on it, there's absolutely no reason why she can't wash her own dish " he was out of breath by the time he finished, harry looked stressed and by the outburst that he had on something so small like this only further proved my assumption.

i'm not the best at comforting people when they're mad or sad, so i don't do anything, only stand there and wait for him to calm down so that he can continue, " i wash, and you put them in the dishwasher, how does that sound ?" i nod my head agreeingly, feeling a sense of contentment run through me when he sends me a toothy grin.

the sleeves on his shirt were rolled up, he didn't even bother to close the first few buttons on the dress shirt, the usual black skinny jeans but instead of his brown boots he paired it with black shoes, the dishes were done in no time, harry and i proving to be a good team, drying our hands with some napkins soon afterwards.

" what do you wanna do now, luna ?" he inquires, reaching for his keys out of his back pocket and swinging them in front of me with a grin playing on his lips.

he notices the confused look on my face, " where is my dad, i never know where he is these days " i laugh, a laugh that was forced, stepping back a couple steps to create distance between harry and i.

" he's gone and so is your aunt, i wanna do something fun, and i'll do it with or without you, so are you in or are you out ?" he raises his eyebrows, awaiting my response.

i weigh my options, i could either stay here and read a book, or go somewhere fun with harry in his luxurious infiniti truck, " i'm in" sliding on my sandals and opening the door harry grabs my hand to keep me balanced as we run through the rain to get to his car, i ignore the feeling of his hand enclasped into mine, trying not to think too much on it, it's a simple gesture, nothing more.

within seconds we were in his car, his hair soaked and mine as well, but as he lowered down the windows and let the rain seep into the car he didn't seem to genuinely care, " harry your car is gonna get soaked " i yell over the loud music, he shrugs his shoulders, seeming careless as he stepped his foot on the pedal increasing the speed as we drove down some unknown road.

" you only have one chance at life luna, gotta enjoy it while it lasts" his voice sounds muffled, but the chuckle he let emit from his lips afterwards was almost harmonic to my ears, unbuckling my seatbelt i open the sunroof carefully, trying my best not to break anything.

the leggings cling to my legs tightly due to the dampness of them, the wind breaks through my hair as tiny droplets of water hits my face, and due to the fast speed harry was driving at, every time a raindrop would hit my face it'd sting a little but i ignored it as i stood on the center console, gripping onto the roof of the car for balance as i fully stuck myself out of the sunroof.

feeling the most freest i've ever felt as the cold wind and rain hit my body, some old rock song playing from the speakers of harry's truck, his hand resting on my upper thigh to hold me steady made my cheeks tinge a rosy shade, and i thanked god that i was out of the car so that he couldn't see it, the grin on my face told it all, i was ecstatic, happy to be away from my father and with someone other than hazel and daisy for once.

finally having found my person, a person that i share inside jokes with, eat ice cream in that person's car late at night and talk about things that we shouldn't, having weird conversations in my kitchen with that person at the ass crack of dawn because we felt like it, and finally, going over one hundred miles per hour with that person as we drive down the freeway and listen to rock music from the ninetys and rain floods the inside of that person's car.

yet we couldn't care less, i felt as if i held the world at my fingertips, feeling like i finally had control over my own life, that's how harry made me feel, god i sound ridiculous, but for some reason he made me feel sane, made me feel like it was worth dealing with shitty parents and a horrible mother who doesn't give one shit about me and just so happens to be thousands of miles away from me, harry made it all seem worth it, because without any of those things happening harry and i would've never met, and our worlds would've never mushed together.

in this exact moment, with my tongue out as i tasted the rain, and the wind keeping my hair out of my face, and the faint sounds of harry's laugh as i got soaked because of my idiotic choice to stand on the center console and stick my body out of the sunroof, i realized that maybe things do actually happen for a reason.

all joy seeming to disappear when the sound of sirens filled my ears, causing me to jump back into harry's car and place my seat belt on quickly in fear, harry seemed to be well collected, pulling the car over and closing the sunroof like he's been through this countless of times before.

harry finally lowers the music, unbuckles his seat belt and lowers down his window as he waits for the presence of the police officer that pulled us over, " how are you okay with all of this, do you know how expensive speeding tickets are ?" i state, not being able to accept the fact that we are getting pulled over.

" relax, love, i got this "