I was beginning to think this was a bad idea.

All day, I've been nervous. At first I thought it excitement for the wedding, but I realized it was anxiety because soon I'd be in a car with Harry for two hours.

I went down to his apartment, wiping my sweaty palms on my navy blue leggings before knocking on the door. When it opened, I plastered a smile on my face when I saw Harry. "Good morning!"

"Not really." I mumbled before looking up at him. "Are you done packing?"

I followed him to his room and saw a small duffel bag sitting on the bed along with a few shirts and pants neatly folded next to it.

"Almost. I still don't know what to wear. I've never been to an Italian wedding before." He says in frustration, ready to pull his hair out as he stared into his closet with a frown.

"Harry, the dress code is similar to any other traditional wedding. Just wear a suit. If you don't have one, then we can look for one in London." I tell him reassuringly, seeing how stressed he was.

"You're right. Okay, I have a black suit. Will that work?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at me.

"Yes, it will work." I tell him, fighting a smile when I saw his frown disappear.

"Okay." He muttered as he grabbed the suit and brought it over to me, laying it down on the bed next to everything else. "Should I fold it and put it in the bag?"

"If you want, but I would hang it or lay it down in my car so it doesn't get wrinkled." I say, grabbing the hanger and lifting it up, not able to see the suit since it was in a zip-up cover.

"Alright, I'll do that." He says to himself as he put his neatly folded clothes into the duffle bag along with a few bathroom essentials and hair products. I watched as he tidied up his room a little more before letting out a deep breath.

"Ready now?" I asked him in amusement as he shut his bathroom light off.

"Ready." He confirmed. I push myself off of the wall, still holding his suit as he grabbed his duffle bag and followed me out of his room. He closed the door and then proceeded to walk behind me as I left the apartment, waiting for him to lock the door.

"Did the thrupple leave already?" He asked as we walked to the elevator. I snorted at the weird description of Riley, Zayn, and Louis, but it seemed fitting since the three of them were always around each other.

"No, they are in the parking garage loading Riley's car." I replied, stepping into the elevator once it arrived.

Harry glanced at me weirdly. "I hope you mean that literally."

"Oh my god." I groaned in disgust, realizing what he meant. "Thanks for that image."

He chuckled and sent me a wink. "Anytime, love." He says cheekily, leaving the elevator once we got to the parking garage floor. I unlocked my car as we hurried to it, the cold air hitting us pretty hard.

We put his belongings in the trunk with my stuff before hopping into the front seat. Once I started the car, I turned on the seat warmers along with the heat, sighing in satisfaction when I felt my goosebumps disappear.

I pull my phone out and connect it to CarPlay, sending a text to Riley telling her we are leaving, receiving "okay we are following u" in response.

I pull out of the parking spot and drive to the nearest gas station to put gas. After a tiny argument with Harry over him offering to pay for the gas, he ended up pushing me out of the way gently and put in his card before I could put mine in.

Huffing in annoyance, I punched his arm while he just stuck his tongue out at me, making me push down the urge to smile. I seem to do that a lot around him.

"Tim Hortons is inside. Do you want anything?" I asked Harry as I watched him put the gas pump into the car, somehow looking very attractive while doing so.

"I'm fine. Thank you." He turned down politely. I knew he wanted a coffee but didn't want me to pay for it because in the car he asked if we could stop for coffee. When I went inside to order, I got him a coffee with creamer and no sugar just how he likes it before paying and going back to the car where he patiently sat.

I got back in, shivering at the change of temperature from outside and the heat in my car.

"Don't even look at me like that. I know you wanted coffee so just take it." I tell him when I saw the small pout and glare on his face as I handed him the warm cup.

He cracked a smile as he took it from me. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." I chuckled, taking a sip of my coffee before putting it in the cup holder and starting our drive to London.

The first thirty minutes into the drive were us just listening to my band playlist - which was mostly Fleetwood Mac - before Harry turns the volume down in the middle of Landslide.

"I spy something green." He says in a cutely excited way.

I glance it him and raise a brow. "Really? I spy?"

"I spy something green." He repeated, not losing any of his excitement.

Sighing, I keep my eyes on the road while safely glancing in different areas, only seeing road signs and nature. He wouldn't make it that obvious, but I gave it a go anyways.

"The trees?" I guessed.

"No."

"Grass?"

"Nope."

"The road signs?"

"Wrong."

"I give up." I huff, switching lanes to pass the car in front of me on the highway.

"Nooo. It's so easy." He whined, insisting I keep trying.

"Can I get a hint, please?" I asked nicely, now curious to know how high my level of stupidity reaches once I figure out the green object was probably right in front of me.

"It's in the car." He tells me, impatiently waiting for me to make another guess.

I look on the dashboard and the screen playing the music, but don't see anything remotely close to the color green, but when I looked over at him for a brief second, I felt my face heat up after seeing he was looking at me with a tiny smile, biting on his bottom lip in anticipation.

"I honestly have no idea, Harry."

His lip fell from his teeth and I heard him suck in a breath. "Then you'll never know."

After a couple rounds of the game, we agreed that I spy wasn't the most fun road game, so we tried to think of literally anything else.

"Twenty questions?" He suggested.

I shrugged in response, not able to think of a different game. "Yeah. You first."

"Okay. Uhm...Alright. Ready." He says after taking a minute to think of his topic.

Adjusting my hands on the wheel so my left hand was on top and my right elbow rested on the glove box, I ask my first question.

"Is it a person?"

"Yes." He answered, fighting a grin.

"Famous?"

"I guess you could say famous."

"Is it a man?"

"No."

"Are they famous because they are a singer?"

"Nope."

"Are they an athlete?" I questioned.

"Yes."

"Yes? Okay..." I trailed off, thinking of female athletes that I know the names of. "Serena Williams?"

"No. Fifteen questions left."

"Fuck." I muttered, chewing the inside of my lip. "Is she a basketball player?"

"No."

"Tennis?"

"Nope."

"Soccer?"

"No." He sang, watching as I became annoyed with myself.

"What the hell? At this point, she doesn't exist."

He chuckled and rested his hand on his chin, his elbow on the glove box between us.

"She does exist. You just aren't thinking hard enough."

Glancing at him with a frown, my breathing came to a halt when I saw how he was looking at me. His eyes were wide and bright along with his dimple-popping smile, biting down on his bottom lip and his chin-length curls flowing beautifully with the small breeze from our cracked windows.

"I'll give you a hint," he started, breaking my trance as I looked back at the road. "You idolize her. That's probably the only reason I know who she is."

I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion, before releasing them when the only woman I look up to came to mind. "Michelle Kwan?"

He grin widened and he tapped his nose to tell me I got it right. "We have a winner!"

I smiled at how excited he was for me get it right, but I also couldn't help but feel happiness bubbling inside of me when he said he only knew about Michelle because I mentioned how much I look up to her.

"You remember me telling you that?" I asked in admiration, still surprised. On our first date, he asked me who inspired me to be a skater and I told him how much I loved Michelle Kwan. I can't believe he remembered that.

"Of course I do. I remember everything since the day we met; every word you've said to me, every moment I've had with you...all of it." He spoke timidly, his voice getting quieter.

My eyes nearly teared up from that small confession because of how sweet it was, and I hid my face with my hair so he didn't see my pink cheeks.

"Sorry if that just made things weird." He mumbled, now looking down at his hands as he played with the rings on his fingers.

I take a deep breath before making the impulsive decision to reach over and grab his left hand, lacing my short fingers between his long ones as I ignored how rapidly my heart started beating and how complete I felt when holding his hand like this.

Pushing all of my emotions aside, I flash him a small smile when he glances up at me, also hiding the fact that he was smiling.

"It's not weird. It's sweet."

My nerves slipped away when he relaxed his hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze, neither of us pulling our hands back. Instead, most of the remainder of the ride, we didn't let go. I only let go when we were twenty minutes away from my old house, and I changed my driving position to a more comfortable and less tense arrangement, both my hands on the bottom of the wheel and my left leg bent so my foot rested on the chair.

Harry stared at me weirdly when I relaxed in this position.

"Don't look at me like that. I always drive like this. It's comfortable." I explain, even though he didn't ask.

He just shrugged and held his hands up in defence. "I didn't say anything." He chuckled before looking out of the windows, studying the buildings as we passed by them.

I forgot how much I missed being home. I haven't been to London in months, and I was actually excited to see everyone.

"So this is where the wonderful Madison Elle Russo Butera grew up?" Harry says with a sigh, side-eyeing me when he says my entire name.

"And you said my whole name for what?" I asked jokingly, also staring happily at the scenery.

"Your full name is beautiful." He simply answered, still looking out the window.

"Thank you." I cleared my throat after I felt like I would stumble over my words, answering his previous question. "But yeah. This is my home." I said with a smile, seeing the "Welcome To London, Ontario" sign as I drove through the very small city.

"Plan on showing me around while we are here?" He asked, finally looking away from the window and at me, nudging my arm with his elbow.

"There's not much to see, but if you want, I wouldn't mind showing you around." I answered shyly, not knowing if he actually meant that.

He just flashed me his famously blinding and perfect teeth, his response only making me want to melt into my seat.

"I would love that."

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