(A/N: Natalie never realizes how lucky she is to have Henry. It bugs me. By the way, in case you forgot, I love Henry. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. Enjoy!)
Luck
You never realize how lucky you are, sitting in that car next to Henry.
The only thing you can think of as he lifts you off the floor and ushers you to his old, beat-up car is that you were just having a little fun, and he ruined it.
As he begins to lecture you about not taking so many drugs and going to random clubs, you tune him out. You're sure it's the exact same thing he's told you every other night this has happened. Why does he keep trying? You wonder. His lecture obviously hasn't worked yet.
There's silence, and you realize Henry's waiting for a response. "I just wanted to get my mind off of my pathetic life and my screwed up family. Besides, who exactly got me started on drugs?" You hope your glare makes him feel guilty. He doesn't even seem to notice it.
"Natalie," he argues. "I just can't bear to think of you ever being hurt or…worse."
You roll your eyes. Henry's just being over-protective again. You can take care of yourself.
"Nat, did you hear me?" Henry says after you tune him out again. "I said we're at your house."
You stumble to the front door, where Henry kisses your forehead and whispers that he loves you.
As soon as he isn't looking, you scowl and wipe his kiss away.
You never realize how lucky you are to have him.
(A/N: Reviews are love! Or Henry. Whichever you prefer.)