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Four

Harry keeps his hand glued to my lower back which doesn't help me when I'm walking because it's all I can think about which doesn't help when I bump my hip into the door when leaving. I wince and he looks at me slightly concerned but I laugh it off, turning away and wincing once again mouthing 'fuck' because that shit really did hurt.

Just slightly down the road, Harry's car is parked and I'm momentarily stunned to see a jet black, Maserati. It's spotless, I can see my own reflection as I look down on the bonnet. Holy shit. How can he feel comfortable just leaving this car hanging around on the street? I don't think I could ever go out in it. It's beautiful.

"This is your car?" I turn back to him, obviously gawking and when I see him smirking at me I break out into a huge grin. "Can we go for a spin?" I practically squeal like a child. I have never been in a sports car before. Not that it was on my bucket list but I'll sure as hell add it and tick it off.

"Sure thing, love."

Love.

Why did that do something to me? A slight sickness arose as it sounded far too familiar. His voice, I have heard it before. Somehow. No, I'm crazy. I've never seen or met Harry before. I must just be very overwhelmed right now. But I can't seem to shake this feeling.

Looking over at Harry, I see that he has opened the passenger door and is stood to the side waiting for me. Plastering a smile on my face, one that doesn't quite reach my eyes I walk over and climb into the sports car.

It's quite low to the ground, well lower than an ordinary car but as soon as I hit the black leather seats, I sink right in. Everything is sleek and black. The chairs, the dashboard, the dials. And I can't get over how clean it is. It's as if it's never been driven before. Either this dude is ridiculously clean, or this is a new car.

Harry saunters round to the other side, the way he walks even looks hot. He holds his head high, a slight scowl over his face as he reaches for the door and smoothly slides into his seat. As soon as the door closes, his cologne fills the small space and I can't help but take a deep inhale. Vanilla. Sweet, sweet vanilla. I wouldn't post him for a man to like a vanilla scent, but it contradicts everything he appeals to be. I like it. I like it a lot. The slight hint of cigarettes and whiskey also accompany the vanilla which is an interesting and slightly intoxicating scent. Who am I kidding? Slightly intoxicating? It is wholeheartedly intoxicating. I want to drink him up. Eat him whole- okay, once again. I need to get my mind out of the gutter. Right, the fuck now.

I give Harry my address as he sets it into the satnav that is built into the car with a touch screen on the console which houses the radio but Harry's phone seems to automatically connect via Bluetooth and some sort of rock music plays. I think I recognise it as Sound Garden but he turns it down to almost off before I can decide for sure.

"Ready?" He hums, pulling the seat belt across his chest as I mirror him with mine. Now locked in place, I nod my head excitedly towards him. All previous thoughts are wiped from my mind as the engine roars and I feel the anticipation bubble within my stomach. Within seconds, he presses on the gas, pulling out onto the main street and zooming away.

I'm thrown back in my seat from how quickly he seemed to get up to speed. I don't know much about cars, but I know this one is fast. Very fucking fast. I can't help but laugh as I look around, the street and the people around become a blur. The bright city lights all blend into one as we continue on our speed run.

"This is insane." I barely whisper, in complete awe of everything. Harry begins to slow down as we hit a bit more traffic, so I take this chance to sit back in my seat seen as I had managed to sit as far forward as I could to see more once I had adjusted to the speed. "Is it new?" My head turns to Harry, he briefly looks at me with a frown. "The car, I mean." I clarify.