Sick and twisted [H.S.]

ch. 6- inches deep in your mom

TRIGGER WARNING: BRITISH SLUR

Harry's pov

Honey.

Her hair smells like honey as it flies around in the wind, slapping the sides of my helmet.

My arms are wrapped around her waist holding on as she drives down the road, weaving between cars in the lanes.

The motorcycle makes loud rumbling sounds as it glides down the road effortlessly.

POP

I slightly jump at the loud noise that came from the bike. "Fuck me" I mutter at the sound, Syren's response is laughing.  

"Hey" I yell over the motorcycle, I tap my thumb on her stomach to get her attention. She keeps her eyes on the road but slows down as she tilts her head back, resting her head on the front of my shoulder from the backseat being raised. 

"What's up, pretty boy?" she asks as she tilts her head down like she's looking at something. She raises her head back up, now watching the road like nothing happened. 

"What the hell was that!" I yell at her through the hello kitty helmet resting on my head. 

"Pretty boy never heard of backfire on a motorcycle?" she laughs, making fun of what little knowledge she thinks I know.

I shake my head no "of course I fucking haven't!" I curse at her "I haven't been on one of these-" I stop myself, looking at the car we passed before I clear my throat. "Never, I've never been on one of these" I mutter, mostly to my self.

"Huh" she turns her head about to quickly glance at me, then turning back around to face the road. 

I don't answer. 

I squint my eyes, looking at the sun that's shining between the big buildings we're driving by. A jolt makes my head swing forward, causing my body to slam into Syren's back as she continues driving down the road.

"What was that for?' I yell over the bike, "you needed to use your words, pretty boy." I shake my head and loosen the grip around her waist. 

Smartass. 

"What time is it?" she asks, not even turning her head to look at me. "Time for you to get-" 

"I will throw you off this bike if you finish that sentence" she turns her head to the side to look at me with the best of her ability. 

I carefully lets go of her waist with my left arm and hold on tighter with the other. 

"3" 

"Inches deep in your mom" she responds in seconds. She laughs at her joke before slowing down. 

"Oh shit" she mumbles to herself looking at the accident that happened in front of the light at the intersection.

She taps the motorcycle handles with her thumbs as she thinks about something. "What do you want to do?" she asks me, watching the traffic come to a stop.

She slowly comes to a stop and takes her feet off the pegs she had them resting on. Setting her feet on the ground, she kicks the peg so its touching the pavement. She turns her body around and faces me with eyebrows raised.