Disturbed

Babe

It was extremely cold driving in a car with a smashed window but Harry made up for it by keeping my mind off the freezing cold forming it's way inside.

He started telling me a lot about himself which shocked me because he was normally so hidden. Before tonight I didn't even know when his birthday was but now I happily know its the first of February. He didn't reveille the personal information that I was dying to get, like what happened to him to be some this way or his childhood. However he did tell me about his life when he was alive. He didn't have it easy but he made it through his short life.

The one thing I didn't expect him to tell me which he did, was when he died. The sad thing was he had died on his birthday when he was only twenty years old. Of course he didn't go into detail, I didn't want the conversation to be so... Morbid.

But I did like finding out these secrets about Harry and I knew not to push him on information. Everything he told me I kept in mind. He didn't ask me many questions which I was glad about since I was so boring but when he did his eyes drifted away from the road so his full attention was on me. Dangerous or not I still found it cute.

"So why is your favourite colour Green?" He questioned further. The colour green never really appealed to me until I met Harry. I was more of your normal purple pink kind of girl. But when I first looked into his emerald eyes, I instantly fell in love with the colour even if I did hate him at the time. But of course I didn't tell him that's why I liked the colour because that was super cringy.

"I dunno really." I lied shrugging my shoulders. He turned his concentration back onto the road as he slightly chuckled to himself. "What?" I asked, wondering why he was laughing.

"You really think you can lie to me? About a colour? Every colour has meaning to it for different people, plus you are a dreadful lier." He chuckled again.

I thought for a moment, I didn't want to sound like soppy bitch and neither did I want to lie since I must obviously be so bad at it. So I just blurted it out in one big rush, not leaving a breathe in my words.

"Your-eyes-Harry-the-first-time-I-saw-your-eyes." I tried to catch my breathe back and Harry laughed again.

"That's cute." He smiled. His green eyes locking onto mine. God them eyes. Mine were green but they kind of mixed with blue and grey to because I am weird.

"No, its cringy." I laughed at myself still slightly embarrassed.

"No, its cute." He smiled again. It was nice to see him smile so often. He used to be so moody and he was either frowning or he held no emotion. But then I remembered who he was now and maybe I could of been the one who brought him out of that hell hole.

"You know what, I am still surprised the police aren't chasing us." Last time we ran away they was on us like hawks but we were so lonely. We was close to the road were we had been chased down before and the memories came flooding back. We had got rid of them quite quick to be honest and then I was sick and yeah that story is also embarrassing.

"Don't get to comfy babe, I am sure they will be after us soon." I loved it when he called me babe, it was simple but cute. God do I use that word a lot but it was. I even blushed at the nickname. "And why have you gone red in the face?" He teased.

"Oh you know, the name babe doesn't make the slightest bit happy." I said sarcastically.

"Maybe I should call you a lot more then?" He raised an eyes brow.

"Maybe you should."

"Fine then... Babe."

Cute pick of Harry on the side...