Matching Rings [h.s]

22

The second I got in Harry's car I immediately felt the heaviness of the day lift off my shoulders. School today was a rollercoaster of emotions, it was so stressful. I don't know how I'm going to have to deal with this moving forward. I guess all I can do it hope it gets better.

Once Harry started driving my post-stress thoughts faded, getting off campus was a relif to me. I was no longer nervous of kids from school, yet I was still nervous with Harry— but for a different reason.

Harry told me that he was taking me somewhere and that it was a 'surprise'. Considering Harry asked me if I wanted to make out was making my nerves skyrotock even more and we still haven't made it clear if he was being totally serious. The way he asked seemed like he was joking, but knowing him he probably wasn't. So frankly I was terrified of this 'surprise'.

"Why can't you just tell me where we're going?" I question.

"If I told you it wouldn't a surprise, now would it sweetheart?" Harry murmured in tease, staying concentrated on the road.

I hate when people say that.

"At least give me a hint." I pry.

He makes a 'thinking' face— which worried me, he seemed as if he wasn't very sure of himself.

"If I'm being completely honest..." He tails off his sentence just before stopping at a red light, once stopped he cocks his head my direction and we meet eyes."I'm not sure where we're going."

I giggled to myself at his response that I for some reason found funny. "You don't know where your taking me?"

"Let's just say I have an idea of where I'm taking you." He states, his eyes still glued to mine.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I've never been there, so I don't necessarily know much about it. But, Louis told me about it and said it a fun spot for our little 'activity'." He used air quotes for the last word— I knew exactly what he meant by 'activity'. I became giddy at the thought.

"Ahh so we are doing that, I thought you were joking." I admit referring to my earlier thought about his 'make out proposal' being a joke.

As the light turned green he sarcastically scoffed as if he was offended by my words.

"Me? Joking? I would never. I take my makeouts very seriously." He claims with a straight face— obviously trying to hold back a laugh. "Hence why I'm taking you somewhere to do it, instead of just going to a parking lot and hoping in the backseat like a prick."

"That wouldn't be so bad." I say glancing at the back seat, I think back to when we were back where and I was straddling his lap— it wouldn't be to bad if we were to make out back there.

"I hate making out in cars." He admits.

"I like making out in cars." I mumble, taking into consideration that I've only ever made out three times, two of those being with Harry and neither of those times being in a car. Harry also knows about what happened with Zayn so he knows that experience is what I was talking about.

He laughs a little and shot me a quick glance from his seat before turning back to the road. "Do you now?"

"I do. What's wrong with making out in a car?" I question.

"Limited positions, there's barely any room to move around and it always gets too hot. I just hate them." He answers listing reasonable points to my question, he seemed really passionate about this.

He hates car makeouts. Noted.

I thought back to my only car make out experience, with Zayn. There was in fact very little room, my head was nearly hitting the roof by the height I gained sitting on his lap. It wasn't hot a all, only because it was absolutely freezing outside. And I shut it down before we got a chance to switch positions, but I could see what he meant by that.