Harry's POV:

I drive down the familiar, safe, reliable road. A smile on my face and my mind focuses on her and she is worth this long, happy drive.
Driving and picturing Hayley soothes my soul, with her it's like everything bad that has happened to me in the life has lead me to her, she is the reason. In a sense I'm glad I have experienced what I have because if I didn't I wouldn't be smiling and driving to Hayley right now, like they say 'everything happens for a reason'. Hayley is that, my reason.

But at the same time I can't help myself and keep blaming myself for leaving her the way I did. I hope she hasn't had some kind of relapse or anything, nah that's nothing like Hayley she's probably up in her room dancing and singing a long to some Taylor Swift song, spending time with Hayley and listening to her music I grew to like and bop my head along. The music grew on me I must admit she has Style.

So as I drive the road back to her home, and my home I guess I keep thinking in my head how to approach this do I ask her if she feels the same, oh god what if she doesn't and I've ruined our friendship forever. But if it's anything I've learnt I need to say what I need to say, and I'm going to follow my heart even though it could possible break. At the end of the day I want, what I want and that's Hayley.

As I keep driving nearly there the familiar cold weather sweeps through. The wind is getting more fierce. I then think back to Hayley and I were young.


Flashback:

"It's really cold," Hayley rubs her arms. My seven year old self turns into a little romantic modern day prince charming. "Here" I wrap the blanket around us. As we sit in our made tent in the living room. "Ahhhhh" Hayley covers her ears. "Hayley what's wrong?" I ask in panic.
"The wind, is really windy Harry." She keeps her down. I then wrap my hands around her body. "It's gonna be ok Hayls, I promise everything will be fine." I promise her.


Looking back on that memory now a lot has happened, more than a lot. I couldn't keep my promise to her I failed her, I failed my mum. I should of tried harder to keep her away from my dad, but I couldn't.

I brush all the wasted emotion and keep driving to my safe haven.

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