Chapter 9
Kirsten's P.O.V.
It was my dream car. A sleek, black, Range Rover. I could see it from the other side of the street, and could hardly contain my excitement. Ever since I moved to L.A., the Range Rovers are what it's about. "Harry..." I said, in awe.
"Hmmm?" He aked me, still holding my wrist.
"Can I drive?" I asked, approaching the car.
"What?" Harry said, stopping in his tracks. He turned back to me and let go of my wrist. "Why?" He aksed, a smile submerging from his face.
"This is my dream car." I stated. "And, I have my license." I finished. Harry grabbed my wrist again and guided me around to the driver's seat. He took my wrist up to him and placed the car keys in my palm.
"Go nuts," He said, with a smirk.
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"So, is it weird driving in America?" I said, breaking the silence. In the UK, they drive on the other side of the street.
"Yeah," he put his hand up to his mouth to cover his cough. "It's confusing." After that, we drove in silence, me taking twists and turns down the winding roads, finally reaching my neighborhood. I felt in control with the steering wheel. I pulled up to my house and unbuckled my seat belt.
"This is your house?" Harry questioned, unbuckling his seat belt, too.
"No, this is Timone and Pumpa's house," I said with chuckle. Harry scoffed playfully and came around the other side to open the door for me. "You don't have to do that, I can do it myself." I told him, hopping down. Harry led me up to my doorstep with his large palm at the small of my back. He glided me along and it made me feel safe, almost. Although, I did swat his hand when it went to travel down into the lower region. He giggled, which was a major turn on. "Thank you for letting me drive," I told him sheepishly.
"You like Black Sabbath?" He asked out of the blue, looking down at my shirt.
"You like Ramones?" I retaliated, remembering his shirt from yesterday. Harry was so tall. I had to crane my neck just to get a good look at him. I was against the door way and he was towering over me. I stood firm to the ground, to show him I was tough. Whatever that meant.
"May I see your phone?" He asked in a hushed tone. He held out his palm. I only looked at his palm and gave it a high five. I didn't want him to touch my phone! No one gets to, not even Zoe. I giggled with satisfaction as I turned around to unlock the door. I quickly snapped out of it when I felt the rushing wind of two clenched fists landing with a slam on either side of my head. I nearly went into cardiac arrest. I felt his hot breathing on my neck, and even though it was warm, it made me shiver.
"Give... me... your... phone," Harry growled at me. I whipped around, and I hoped my hair had hit his face. His eyes were dark, What was this? All flirty one moment and intimidating the next? No. No bipolar guys on my watch.
"No." I stated. Harry's eyes stayed locked on me while I felt him reach for my front pocket and take out my phone. He slid it to unlock. "hey! How did you even know my passcode?" He fiddled with the screen and I heard the instant whooshh sound you get when you send a message.
"Now I have your number, and you have mine." He said, sliding it into my back pocket this time.
"Harry." I said sternly, out stretching my palms to push his chest away. "You can't just do things like that. I thought you were taken." Harry's face looked puzzled for a moment, then he frowned, as if remembering the fact.
