A/N- trigger warning (mention of suicide)
ALSO THIS SONG HOLY MOLY FUCKING LOVE
Harry's POV
If you told me this morning that I would be driving in my convertible, roof down, through the city with a vulnerable version of her, whom I now have learnt name is Jess, I would laugh in you face.
I glance to my right, seeing Jess looking up at the sky. She looks absolutely exhausted, emotionally and physically but I can tell she wants to get this stuff off her chest. We got food and water and she seems to have sobered up pretty well, but she still is in her own head a little bit.
"Where are we going?" She speaks up for the first time since we left, turning her head to look at my face.
"I know a place." I smirk.
"You seem to know a lot of places in a city you don't actually live in." Jess observes looking deep in thought to why I know so much about this city. I laugh at her deep thinking and hum in agreement, "I like exploring and I like driving at night, relaxes me."
She nods at my statement, looking back to the sky "Same, but I don't have a car. I like this one with no roof, it would be great to ride around when i'm sad or happy. I don't know. Listening to Lana Del Rey."
My brows raise at her confession of music, taken by shock because she doesn't seem like she would listen to Indie rock/pop. "You listen to Lana?"
"I mean who the fuck does it look like I listen to?" She retorts, gaining a shrug from me.
"Mainstream pop." I admit. She scoffs at my judgment. "Well then, what music do you listen to?" I question.
"Fleetwood Mac, Pink Floyd, Queen etc. but then also like alot of Australian bands." She confesses. I'm definitely surprised she has a good taste in music but then again Jess is a fucking mystery so I wouldn't be surprised if she had hundreds of records at home varying in artists.
"Like who?" I question regarding to the bands she listens to.
"Have you ever listen to any Australian surf/indie rock?"
"5sos?" I question shyly, she laughs at my reply. A full deep belly laugh like the whole evening before us hasn't happened.
"Wait," She says through laughs, "You've never listened to Ocean Alley?"
"Nope." I answer.
"Sticky Fingers, Hockey Dad?" She tries again.
"Nope." I repeat amusingly.
"Skeggs, Lime Cordial, Spacey Jane?" Again, she keeps listing off bands I've never heard off very shocked.
"No Jess, I don't know any of these bands." I laugh.
"Mateeeeeee," She drags "Shut the fuck up. No fucking way. This is priceless, no fucking way have you never listened to any of those artists, like ever?" She says amused, her Australian accent gaining strength as she speaks.
"Mate?" I laugh.
"Shit sorry." She suddenly seems... embarrassed? "Um, it just flows off the tongue when I get really into something." I'm really happy she seems distracted from her troubles. I can see that her love for music is very strong, just by the way she talks about her 'Aussie surf rock'. I've never really realised this before but her accent is really cute. She has no traces of American in her voice but she still seems to not sound so... bogan?
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Yellow Mellow h.s
Фанфик"Hey wait," Harry calls out for me while i'm reaching for the door to my apartment. I turn around a smug smirk on my face and raise an eyebrow for him to continue. "I never got your name." He reveals. "Well that's because I didn't give it to you."...
