You Again [h.s]

36. Its About Time

It's been an hour and a half since Harry asked me to be his girlfriend and whilst he isn't too fazed about it, I on the other hand cannot stop smiling. If someone told me that I would fall in love with the guy I kept bumping into three months ago, I would have laughed in their face, but I am glad I did because Harry makes me happier than I have felt in a long time.

"You ready to go?" Harry asks me as he bends down to slip on his boots.

"Yeah" I nod my head, grabbing my purse and walking over to Harry. "I love you Harry." I take his hand in mine as we walk towards the garage. I've been dying to say those words again for so long and now I can say them anytime I want to.

"I love you too Ella." He quickly pecks my lips as he opens the door to the garage and his black Range Rover is in view. "Are you sure you want to go to Gemma's? I mean, we can stay here and celebrate our official relationship."

"Nice try styles, but we promised your sister and besides I actually was looking forward to seeing them."

"Fine." He sighs, opening my door for me.

"You know I can open the door myself?"

"I'm just being a gentlemen, El."

"I know you are and I am thankful for that but you really don't have to do it. I'm your girlfriend, not the queen or a princess."

"Well you're my princess." He smirks at me before closing the door and walking over to the drivers side.

*

So far there hasn't been too much traffic considering its Christmas Day. To be honest it's a miserable day with pouring rain and the sky is so overcast, but somehow I find it so beautiful. The rain is so peaceful as it hits the top of Harry's car and the sky is so calm it could send you to sleep. To top it off, there is soft music playing from the radio and Harry is quietly humming along to it. Usually I would find this scenery boring and the rain would put me in a bad mood, but because of Harry I am starting to see the good in everything again.

"Do you sing?" I ask. I know we sang at that karaoke night, but I never actually asked him if he enjoyed singing or not.

"What?" Harry asks me. The tone in his voice is confused and the look on his face is telling me I'm asking something crazy.

"You heard me H, do you sing?"

"Everyone who has a voice box sings Ella." He shakes his head at me and remains focused on the road with his usual concentrated look, eyebrows furrowed together.

"You know what I mean." I say in annoyance. When he doesn't reply to me I turn the music up and the song same old love by Selena Gomez is on. This song has been overplayed on the radio recently, but I'll take anything over the dead silence Harry is giving me.

"Take away your things and go
You can't take back what you said, I know
I've heard it all before, at least a million times
I'm not one to forget, you know

I don't believe, I don't believe it
You left in peace, left me in pieces
Too hard to breathe, I'm on my knees
Right now, 'ow"

I stop singing to listen to the chorus when a voice besides me startles me.

"I'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up
I'm so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough
Oh, that same old love
I'm so sick of that same old love, feels like I've blown apart
I'm so sick of that same old love, the kind that breaks your heart
Oh, that same old love"