His hand was a warm contrast to the cool air around us. I could feel the prickle of goosebumps begin to form across my skin from the effect of his touch. I wondered how long we could stay in this moment.

"I should have warned you," He said with a dimpled smile. "I thought the first one might be a bit of a shock."

As the breeze died down, my hair began to calm and lay flat once again. Sadly, this meant Harry no longer had a reason to hold my face. His hand lingered though, just for a moment, as his thumb swept across the apple of my cheek. I allowed my eyelids to fall closed and revel in the comfort. Harry then took his hand back, leaving my warmed cheek to cool against the chilled air, as he cleared his throat and leaned back away. He almost seemed, nervous?

"The next plane should be taking off in another minute or two." He diverted his attention back to his camera, turning the lens once again and looking through it a few more times. As if he hadn't just done that five minutes ago. I smiled to myself as I turned to look up at the dark sky.

The next plane soared over us, just as he'd said. Now that the initial shock was gone, I was really able to enjoy the spectacular sight before me. It was nothing short of miraculous. It was one thing to see a plane take off from an official viewing area, but to be right here? Lying flat on your back and having this modern marvel pass over top of you as if it were weightless was just incredible.

I held my hair to my side as each one flew over, leaving a gushing wind trailing behind in it's wake. The darker the sky grew, the more breathtaking the sight was. It was like a light show. Different sized planes had different light patterns spread across their wing span. As I watched in awe, I could hear Harry's camera clicking away. He must have been getting some amazing shots. I couldn't wait to see them.

"I should probably be getting you back." Harry said after a few moments, his voice startled me slightly. I hadn't realized how long we'd been there.

"I guess you're right." I agreed reluctantly. "Thanks for showing me this, it was really incredible."

"I thought you might enjoy it after seeing how much you liked the photos at my house."

He made a move to sit up and placed his camera down. He looked like he was about to stand, but instead, froze in place as his eyes widened. The sound of voices could be heard faintly, growing nearer.

"Shit." Harry cursed under his breath.

He surprised me by suddenly crawling on top of me and simply stated, "Roll."

I stared at him blankly until he grabbed the corner of the blanket and began to roll us. He rolled me on top of him, then settled once he was on top again. The blanket was now wrapped around us, encasing us like a human burrito. He held a finger up between his and my lips, the only thing separating us, keeping our lips from touching. I could feel his warm breath on my face. My heart began to pound in my chest. Partly from fear of being caught by the airport security. And partly from being so close to him.

Harry's breathing was slightly irregular, probably from the spur of the moment activity of rolling us over so quickly. I could nearly feel his heart beating hard against his chest as well. I wondered if his was pounding for the same reasons as mine. The voices began to fade and Harry let out a sigh of relief as I felt his body relax against mine. His head dropped to the space right above my shoulder as a quiet laugh began to shake through his body. He lifted his head just enough so that his voice could be heard without sounding muffled.

"That was close." I could feel his breath on my neck, his voice a low rumble as it tickled my ear. I shivered at the pleasant feelings it ignited within me. Harry took it to mean I was cold so I just agreed instead of admitting to the real reason. Soon we found ourselves back in the truck heading back to the bakery with the heat turned up. Though I never seemed to have any issue staying warm when Harry was around. He seemed to cause a constant heat to course through my veins.

Once we were closer to the bakery, I let Harry know my bike was parked just down the street. When I pointed it out, he pulled up next to it and put the truck in park. I got out and walked over to my bike. I hadn't realized Harry had gotten out as well and followed me until his hands appeared on my bike's handles. I looked up at him as I popped open the lock.

"What are you doing?"

"It's dark and it's cold. I'm not letting you ride a bicycle home. I'll give you a ride."

Before I could argue with him, he rolled my bike away from me and toward the back of his truck. I watched him lift the bike with ease over the tailgate and set it down gently. He then went back to the passenger side of the truck and opened the door.

"Shall we?" He said as he gestured with a sweeping movement of his arm for me to get in. A girl could get used to this.

When we arrived at my house, Harry insisted on putting my bike away for me. Once it was safely tucked away on the side of the house, Harry walked me to the front door as I thanked him for the ride.

"It was no trouble at all." He said with a sincere smile, "See you tomorrow?" He asked and I nodded.

"I'll be the one with the battle scar." I joked, wiggling my bandaged fingers in a parting wave. Harry just chuckled softly and pulled me in for a hug. I had almost forgotten he was a hugger. He held me tight as I inhaled. He smelled of sugar from baking and fresh air. It was a delicious combination.

Then he pulled back and gave a wave as he retreated to his truck. I watched as his red taillights disappeared down the road.

As I went inside, I found my dad in the kitchen doing the dishes.

"Hey dad, I'm home." I greeted him.

"A little late, hun. You missed dinner. Are they working you overtime already on your first day?" He teased at me from over his shoulder.

"Ha ha. No dad. Harry works at the bakery so we hung out for a bit after work."

I decided 'hanging out' sounded a lot better than sneaking onto airport property and almost getting busted by security.

"Harry...Harry..." He thought out loud, "Oh! Anne's boy?"

"Yeah, he was my guide today. He taught me how to make the muffins."

"Well that sounds fun. And delicious! Maybe you could bring some home next time." He added. "And speaking of food, there's some leftovers in the fridge for you. I made meatloaf."

My mouth watered at the thought. As I rummaged around the kitchen putting together my dinner, my dad went on to ask about Harry.

"So you're getting along well with Harry then?"

I thought back over some of the times I had spent with Harry.

"Yeah, Harry is..." Warm, nice to look at when wet, a good spooner? "nice. He's really nice."

I opened a cabinet and feigned looking for just the right cup as I tried to hide the blush I could feel spreading across my face.

"Well that's good to hear sweetie."

My dad disappeared into the living room after that and left me on my own to remember just how 'nice' Harry was.

A/N: Fun fact, I wrote almost this entire chapter today at work. Had absolutely nothing to do. It was nice to kind of actually get paid to write, haha. So you can thank my job for giving me down time today to work on this. Hope you're still enjoying this story, I'm having a lot of fun with Harry and Sadie. But you just wait! :D

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