Aimee: Red- Headed FloMature

On her return even I hardly recognised Flo. If it wasn't for the look on her face, I wouldn't have guessed it was her running at us.

"Woah Flo, you look awesome!" I muttered.

"Yeah Floss, you look hot." Harry complimented. I glared at him. "Oh come on A, not like that."

"I know. But I can't help being possessive." I kissed him and heard Silas mutter something about throwing up. "Shut it Donohue, or else I'll disguise you as a girl."

"Yeah right, like Silas could ever be a girl." Harry laughed.

"Oh I don't know. I'm pretty sure that there are some sharp impliments in the van to help with the procedure." Silas put his hands dramatically over his trousers.

"I'm so scared." His knees knocked together furiously before he stood up grinning. Harry laughed.

"Ooh Si, I wouldn't get on her bad side. You haven't seen what she's capable of!"

"Yeah, well, I'd rather not, so can you two keep it PG please?" I laughed and began chasing him, while Si threw his hands in the air and waved them around crying 'Help me, help me!' dramatically.

"Oi you two, we should keep moving!" It was Louise, and she was tapping her fingers on the door of the van.

"We're safe now though, aren't we?" asked Flo. I rejoined Harry and slipped my arm around his waist, feeling his muscly arm wrap round me protectively.

"We won't be completely safe until we cross the border. By the way, we should really ditch the van too, get a different one."

"No way! My parents bought me this!" Harry complained.

"I like it." I muttered. I had to admit with all the excitement, I was feeling quite tipsy with excitement. Or maybe it was the fumes from the dye and the alcohol mixing together.

"Well maybe we should get it re-decorated. Change the colour." Si suggested, looking anxiously at Louise as if trying to gain her approval. I felt instantly sorry for him over the whole matter. I wouldn't say this to any of the group, but I would have done the same thing had I been in Silas' position. At least, I thought I would. I guess I would have to be in that circumstance to find out.

"Maybe, but I don't know how we're gonna do that."

"Just buy some spray paint from the next store and hope it doesn't rain while it's drying."

"Alright. But I'm not happy about it."

We all climbed back in to the van and Louise took the wheel. I sat with Harry, my hand in his, tracing invisible patterns on the back of his hand. I leaned across and rested my head on his shoulder, and soon I felt him kiss my head.

"I love your new hair." He muttered, quietly so that Silas, who was listening to his ipod, couldn't hear. Flo was begrudgingly talking to Louise in the front of the van.

"Can't say the same about yours. I miss your gorgeous hair."

"I'll grow it back for you as soon as this is over."

"Thank you." I looked up and kissed him, feeling my heart doing that funny little dance it always performed when I did so. I felt him running his fingers through my newly cut hair, and it felt good. Then there was a cough and we broke apart. Flo had climbed in to the back and was shuffling the cards.

"God, can you not get a room?" She winked at me.

"Technically, this is Harry's room since it's his van. So we're allowed to do whatever we want." I joked.

"Well try not to do it in front of us. We don't really want a live porn show in the back of the van." I threw a cushion at her head and settled on to Harry's chest, feeling the slightly animated beat of his heart. I liked that I had that effect on him.

"Well Harry, what do you say? Shall we kick them out?"

"Don't tempt me." He muttered with a grin on his face, then kissed my forehead and settled back against the side of the van. It was thrilling talking to Harry that way, but part of me wondered whether the only reason our relationship was being so slow and steady was because we were constantly in the company of one or more of our friends. It was a worrying thought, because it made me wonder whether Harry's new stance on relationships was just because of the setting he was in.

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