âDo you ever get scared?â he asked, adjusting the hand he had behind his head, âYou know, that we really are alone in the universe and this is it, this is all there is?âÂ
âNo,â I answered, turning my head away from the stars to look at him. His gaze was fixed on the sky above us.Â
âBut what if this is it, and everything weâre doing doesnât matter because the sun is going to engulf the planet and all the technology we have developed wonât be enough to save anyone?â Harry turned his head to meet my gaze. He usually got emotional when we looked at the stars, but the impending hiatus had him nervous about all the âwhat ifâs the future held. He refused to talk about any of it, because that would mean that maybe he was doubting whether the other boys would want to come back, or that he would find something he enjoyed more during the time off, but I had complete faith in them that they would just take the time they needed to be on break, to be home, to be in one place long enough to actually remember what it felt like to settle down, and then they would be back to show the world just how much they loved their jobs. As much as Harry liked his nomadic lifestyle, I knew that he was thrilled to be at home with me for more than a weekend, that he was so ready to visit his mom for as long as he liked, with no solid return plan set.Â
âThen at least I met you.â I said confidently.Â
âWell, arenât you the romantic.â He chuckled, puling me closing to him with the arm not propped under his head. I tried to slide over with some semblance of grace, but it was surprisingly difficult to do when you were sitting on the hood of a car. âThey sure are pretty, arenât they?âÂ
âI got my own star right here,â I poked his dimple to make my point. His immediate groan was worth the terrible joke.
âThat was so fucking corny.â He deadpanned, squeezing my shoulder. âHonestly, your jokes are worse than mine sometimes.â
âThatâs probably why you like me so much, I make you look good.âÂ
âDefinitely the only reason.âÂ
