"Upset her and I'll murder you." Monee shoots daggers at Harry with her icy eyes alone. I try not to laugh as Harry takes a step back and awkwardly smiles at her as if trying to figure out whether she was serious or not. She was.

"Sure," he rasps out and clears his throat warily, throwing me a look. Our eyes unintentionally lock and my stomach flips and I don't know if I wanna throw up or fly between the clouds. His eyes are an exceptional vibrant green, more vivid than usual because it's snowing heavily outside.

"It's alright," I say distractedly at Ramona and finally glances away from Harry, receiving a warm smile from me before I throw my arms around her and hug her tightly. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Same. Call me when you get there!"

When we pull away, I catch harry rolling his eyes but I ignore him. I only carry my luggage with me as I get out of the door and try to wave to Ramona. The coldness and whooshes of wind slap me hard and I shiver, chills running up and down my spine as I make my way after Harry.

I huff. "At least try to be a gentleman and carry my bags for me."

I hear him chortle before he steps in front of me. I look up and try to discreetly note how Harry still seems to manage to look flawless in only black skinny jeans and a black tee, topped with a blue-and-black flannel. His luscious curls were tamed under a teal blue beanie that he's had since high school. Snow was crowning his head and broad shoulders delicately.

"You and I know that if I had, you would go nuts and point out that you're perfectly capable of doing such an easy task as carrying your own bags." He says, raising a competitive eyebrow at me and I force myself to look away, ignoring the wave of memories that hit me, from times we used to go out and Harry would bring out his gentlemanly traits, even though I'd always tease him about it.

"Just put it in the trunk and shut up," I mutter and hurry to open the passenger's door, sliding in and shielding myself from the heavy snow that one somehow had managed to land on my eyelashes. I brush snow out of my hair while Harry squeezes the bags inside the back of the car.

My teeth are chattering but I can't help but both grimace and smile at the familiarity and fondness of the memories spent in this car. It makes me feel instantly warmer. When Harry gets inside the car, a new gust of wind and snow rushes inside the car and I shiver again.

"Alright?" He asks.

I nod. "Let's go."