"Santa, tell me if you're really there," I sing with Ariana Grande on the radio. "Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here next year. Santa, tell me if he really cares-"

I was cut off by Harry's rude change of channel. I scowl at him.

"Hey, I was listening to that!"

Harry's green jades turn to glance at me but get back to the snowy road at once, concentration clear on his features with one hand clutching the steering wheel and the other trying to control the windshield wipers that clear the snow ahead of his vision.

"You weren't really listening, were you? Your singing is still as shit as I remember." He deadpans, a smirk working its way onto his lips as I huff angrily at him.

"That's... That's none of your business! It wasn't that bad, and- oh, for God's sake," I rolled my eyes when he wasn't even listening and reached over to get the channel back. I smiled triumphantly and sang along. "Santa, tell me-" He does it again. "Harry, that's rude!"

"Yeah? And you're a pain in the ass. Please stop it," he argues and I reach for the radio again, changing the station. He reaches to change it back to the boring news channel he has and I stretch my hand to slap his and attempt to get my song back.

A movement not so far away catches my attention by the corner of my eye and I glance outside the window, only to see a loaded orange truck coming towards us in terrifying speed. In the remaining split second, I manage to scream Harry's name in alert, begging him to do something - anything - while my heartbeats increase and oxygen can't be found. When Harry's eyes catch the scene, the car swerves across the road and off the lane to bump into a huge snow mountain.

For a minute, I wait for something to catch on fire or someone to scream, but nothing is heard except for my frantic breathes as I finally find oxygen and Harry's attempts to get the car to work. Moreover was the complete darkness that surrounded the car from everywhere, I could barely make out the silhouette of Harry's figure next to me.

"Holy crap!" I finally let it out, my voice scratchy as I let my body lean back and relax on the old leathery furniture of the passenger's seat. "That was epic."

Harry huffs and shakes his head at me as he tries the engine again. My face reddens and my heartbeats quicken up again.

"Oh, no." I sit up. "Please don't tell me that-,"

Harry silences me with the piercing green of his eyes and gestures towards the door hinge. "Try the doors," he orders solemnly, obviously trying not to freak out -like I was.

Our doors didn't work. Neither did the back doors.

"Phones!" I suggest hurriedly, sliding my own cell out as Harry does the same. After seeing the horror of the empty signal sign, we look at each other with dread.

We were stuck.