Brooklyn's POV

Me and Harry had walked out of the restaurant. I had my takeout in one hand, my other hand was reaching for the keys in my pocket. Harry grabbed the takeout out of my hands.
"I got it." He said. It was easier to grab my keys and place in them in the car.
"Do you wanna stay here?" I said.
"Um, nah. Why don't I drive and I'll bring you somewhere special."
"Um, sure." I felt nervous handing the keys to him. Usually we NEVER let anyone drive our car. We switched seats and he started driving. My hands were shaking, for two reasons. One I was nervous Harry would crash the car and I'd die. Two I was surprisingly cold. The leaves were just coming back on the newly planted trees as the wind gushed through my hair, and hit my face. My teeth started to jitter.
"Are you cold love?" He said.
"A little..." I crossed my arms together and curled up in a ball. My seatbelt squished against my flat stomach. He pulled over on the highway and started stripping.
"Um, you know you can get fined for pulling over, here? And stripping..." I looked away.
"Don't worry love," he handed me his little jacket/sweater "that'll keep you warm."
"Thanks." I blushed. The fact that he called me love, and that he cared. A little better than Niall but I was sorta in a love triangle right now. I put the sweater on over my jacket, a little too much, so I took off the jacket and put the sweater back on. Better. I detached from my curled up body and snuggled up in his warm jacket. I lowered my seat down, and closed my eyes, felling a little more relaxed.

I hugged the unzipped jacket close, I was cold and half asleep. My eyes weren't open, you could say that I was physically awake, but mentally not able to move, and open my eyes.
"We're here Brooklyn." I heard a voice whisper. "Wake up." He moved me a little, letting go of the jacket. A cold sensation instantly shocked my body from head to toe, forcing my eyes to shut open.
"It's so dark." I said.
"It was a long drive, but don't worry, it's worth it." He said. I pulled the seat up to get comfortable, he was getting out of the car.
"Wouldn't the view be so much nicer out here?" He said gently.
"Yeah, I guess." I got out, my u controllable body almost falling to the ground. He picked me up instead and carried me to the front of the car. A blanket with chopsticks and our takeout was set.
"Wow." I said.
"It's not much but-" I cut him off.
"No, it's really... Wow." I had no other word choice, okay? We sat down on the blanket together. I looked down, guiding my fingers through the pattern. He lifted up my head and said.
"Wouldn't it be better to look at the view?"
"O-of course." I said calmly. I finally looked out. It was beautiful. This place over-looked all of London. I could probably even see Niall's flat from here, it was a far drive though.
"Wanna eat?” I said trying to break the ice.
"Why not." He said with a smile. His smile quickly disappeared. "Um, sorry the takeout is kinda.. Cold."
"Oh no, that's fine. I love cold takeout. It's the best." I said. I felt embarrassed.
"Really? Me too! " We both laughed. We actually had something in common. We started eating the takeout. I tried to eat a little slow, a little polite, but Harry said.
"You don't have to do that!" He laughed. "Be who you are!" I took his words and thought it out. I ate like I would normally.

During eating and looking at the nice view, I looked up at Harry. He was playing around with his food. He finally took the chopsticks and shoved them in his mouth.
"Brooklyn love, I'm a walrus!" He said. I sarcastically covered my hands over my mouth and started laughing. Soon I realized I started choking on my food. I saw Harry grabbing a napkin and taking the sticks out of his mouth.
"You okay love?" He said. Is he serious? I'm freaking choking! He handed over the napkin to me. I coughed out the take out, it was mostly noodles.
"I'm fine *cough* now *cough*." I said.
"You should take a break, look at the view." Harry said.
"Okay." I said. I would always give compliments to the view, it's really nice. I turned my whole body and snuggled up in the blanket while Harry went to bring the empty takeout and my gross napkin to the garbage. He came back and stole a bit of my blanket. I almost complained like a little child. I smiled and laughed instead. I rested my head on his shoulder and looked out into the copper sun.

We enjoyed a little of our cuddle-mance until my phone rang. It was Emma.
"Sorry, it's important." I said.
"It's okay." He said. Again, caring. I answered.

"Hello?" I said.
"Brooklyn...." She said.
"Are you crying? Are you alright?"
"Not really but yes.. You have to come back to Niall's...."
"Why? What's wrong?" I looked at Harry, worried.
"Just come home... We have it recorded." It was clearly something on TV. I heard a click sound until Emma said.
"Here's Niall." She passed the phone to Niall. I could hear her sobbing in the phone background.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I said.
"I don't wanna mention it around here cause.. Yeah.." Niall said.
"Oh okay.. I'll be there as soon as possible."
"Bye love." Argh! I hate this love triangle!
"Bye.." I hung up.

Harry looked at me confused when I came back to sit down.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He said.
"I don't know, but it's an emergency.. Do you mind driving me home?" I said.
"Sure." His calm voice pleased me.
"Oh, no.." I said with a facepalm against my forehead.
"What."
"What about your car?"
"I'll be fine, I promise. I'll call a cab."
"Great, we have to go." We packed up the blanket and raced off onto the old backroad. It was faster and easier to get back to where I was supposed to be.

"How do you know this route?" I said. Harry focused on the road, then me, then the road again.
"I've lived in London almost my whole life.." He said.
"Ahh, okay." I was worried. What was this news about? What was broadcasted on TV? Why was Emma crying? I had to find out, Harry drove a little pas the speed limit as I looked over. Rebel.

Notes

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