I look out the front window of the car to watch the horrendous weather. Harry keeps his full attention trying to see the road, but I'm guessing that even though I'm drunk, he sees the road as bad as I do. I don't think I've ever witnessed such a horrible storm, but I'm not really worried about it. The drunk me is only focusing on the way Harry's fingers are wrapped with mine. His other hand on the steering wheel, gripping tight because the horrible, hard wind keeps trying to grip the whole car itself away.

"Adam was right, this storm is really bad." At the mention of Adam's name, I felt a sudden panic and pull away from Harry's grip.

He slightly turns to me, but has to quickly turn back trying to still make out as much of the road as he can manage to see. The breath in my lungs starts to mess with me, making me breath rapidly.

"Emma, what's wrong?" Harry asks, while still watching the road.

"I don't deserve him." Tears start brimming into my eyes.

"I should've stayed away from you! Adam and I should've never came on this trip!" I feel like there's not enough air inside this car, and try to open the door.

"No Emma! Stop, don't do that!" As Harry tries to stop me, I feel the car make a hard shake towards the side, and once I look back, Harry is trying to grip the steering wheel back in his hands. I realize he had let go of it, and can't gain back the control.

The car starts to spin, and because of the sudden adrenaline, I feel myself drifting away, everything becoming dark.

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Harry's POV

(15 minutes earlier)

A smile creeps up my lips as I realize why Emma is laughing. It was so cute seeing this whole new side of her. She was rather cheerful and even looked happy. I didn't know she had this reactions when she was drunk, which honestly took me by surprise.

Her cute little laugh starts to fade away, as well as her smile. I watch as she scans my face, but especially my mouth.

"You have such a beautiful smile." Emma says, while keeping her eyes on my mouth.

Leaning my body closer to her, I open my mouth to speak.

"I usually hate drunk girls, but darling, you are nothing but cuteness." Her cheeks redden, only making me admire how fucking adorable she is.

Pushing my upper body even closer to hers, she examines me. I think she's gonna turn and ignore me, but I'm nothing but shocked when she closes the small space between us and kisses me, roughly slamming her lips on mine.

I bring my hand to cup the side of her face. Emma's mouth tastes like that expensive wine she managed to get herself drunk with.

Yet, when I'm getting too into the kiss, she's also the one to break it. My eyes remain closed momentarily, then shoot open. Emma watches me, with flushed skin and a small smile tugging at the ends of her soft lips.

Without saying a single word about what happened, I twirl my fingers with her left hand and start the car. Beginning to drive away, neither of us speak a word. We sit in a comfortable silence, her thinking of who knows what, and I thinking of that kiss.

She's become so special to me. I've done the wrong things to try and get her, but it's so worth it. It pains me that I lied to her about why I wanted her to come with me to this dinner.

The storm becomes windier and just all worse in general. Some sort of fog starts to build up and I struggle to see the road correctly. I try to spark a conversation, so Emma doesn't notice how panicked I actually feel that I can't see the road clearly.

"Adam was right, this storm is really bad." I don't know why I had to bring up Adam, but it's because he was right about this damn storm.

From the palm of my hand, I feel Emma slightly move, then suddenly she disconnects our hands. I slightly turn to her, confused, but have to look back at the road quickly because it's bad. I hear as she breath's in hard.

"Emma, what's wrong?" I don't bother to turn and see her, because if I dare look at her, I'll probably cry because the roads are way too horrible. I think I should've accepted Francis' offer to spend the night.

"I don't deserve him." I hear her voice break.

"I should've stayed away from you! Adam and I should've never came on this trip!" I don't know what suddenly got into her, but from the corner of my eye, I watch as she reaches for the door handle.

"No Emma! Stop, don't do that!" Letting go of the steering wheel, trying to stop her, I suddenly realize what a huge mistake I made. The car shakes, and quickly try to get it back to my control, but make it worse as the car begins to spin.

Accepting the fact, that I can't see anything or that the car won't stop spinning, I let the steering wheel go, and freeze in my seat, expecting the worst.

After a while, the car comes to a stop once it hits the front. My body tries to jolt out of the seat, but thanks to wearing my seatbelt, I don't.

Regaining all thoughts and realizing I'm still here, I turn to Emma. Her eyes are closed and her head rests by the window. I think she fainted.

"Emma." Shaking her, she doesn't wake up. I place a finger under her nose and feel air exhaling out and mentally thank God for allowing her to be alive.

Stepping out of the car, I notice we fell to the side of the road. My car is crashed against a tree of the forest that surrounds the road. I'm shocked the airbags didn't go off, because my car is ruined up front.

Walking back and leaning towards Emma, I try and shake her awake, but she doesn't react. The storm is still horrible, but it doesn't look as bad as when a car is trying to fight it.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I check for signal, and to my dismay, there is none.

"Fuck!" Sitting there, I then make up my mind and walk a bit back to the road to see if any car is passing by. Nothing!

"Of course, only I was the stupid asshole who would drive in this damn weather." I grab my phone and slam it against the floor in anger.

Going back to the car, I open the trunk and put a lot of the clothes I carry back here and put them in a nylon bag. After that, I walk over to Emma's side and open the door, catching her head before fully opening the door. Untying her from the seatbelt, I cover her face with one of my black sweaters. Pulling her out of the car, I carry her bridal style. I then slam the car door closed with my foot. I begin to walk through this horrible storm. I'm definitely not gonna stay there.

After at least ten minutes of walking in the middle of the road, I see far ahead lights, and a bright sign signaling a motel.

Emma hasn't woken up at all. I don't think she has even felt the now soaked sweater covering her face. We're literally drenched, but I don't give up just yet.

Once, I finally reach the motel, with Emma in my arms, the woman in reception watches me a bit weirded out.

"Can I get a room with two beds?" She gives me a weird look.

"For tonight! And quickly." As I grow impatient with her, she then finally moves over to her computer.

"I'm sorry sir, there is only one bed rooms available." She probably thinks I'm a psycho to be carrying an unconscious girl and just came in from a raging storm.

"I'll take it." Moving over to a couch, I lay Emma on it. The reception woman gives me a disapproving look, but doesn't say anything.

"Okay, credit card and an ID please." I hand it to her without making a big deal about it, because usually I would, but I need to get Emma to rest.

After a few minutes, she hands me card keys, my stuff back and I am on my way up an elevator to the second floor. With Emma in my arms, I then step off of the elevator and search for the room I was given.

Once finding it, I slide the card key and open the door. Laying a still unconscious Emma on the bed, I decide to try and wake her up, but it's no use. The alcohol is probably making it harder, especially if she fainted. So instead, I undress her and put on the driest shirt I find in the nylon bag.

Tucking her into bed, I decide to jump into the shower.

Once I turn there, I cuss myself out in anger. Because of my selfish decisions, I put Emma's life and my own in danger.

After my shower, I check Emma's breathing again. She's okay. I'd call a doctor to come check on her, but she is intoxicated and I could get in some serious trouble. Even though, I'm concerned about her health, I decide that it's best if I just wait until she wakes up.

Getting under the covers, beside her, I apologize to her for everything tonight, even though I know she couldn't hear that. And on this night, I do something I hadn't done since I was a kid, I cry. Cry myself to sleep.

It's not a lot, but I wanted to gift you guys with a little update for this new year!!!!

Happy New Year Guys!!!! God bless you all & wish you all to fulfill your dreams!

I love you guys & thank you for always keeping up with me & for your patience!

Lupita.