The Beacon [h.s]

23

Harry Styles

"God, could you walk any slower?!" Nyla calls out of the rolled down passenger window as she sits in the driver's seat of her car.

Just to piss her off more, I slow my pace further, strolling casually with my hands in the back pockets of my jeans, pretending I didn't hear her. I walk down the parking garage towards her parked car, Nyla's face peeks through the passenger window as she clenches her jaw in annoyance.

"Harry..." She lets out an impatient whine.

I give her a puzzled look when I reach her car, bending my knees so I could look through the open window. "Oh, were you talking to me?"

"Obviously. There's no one else in this parking garage, idiot." She gives me a blank look.

"Hey, that was mean." I place a hand on my chest, pretending she hurt me.

Nyla raises her eyebrows, "Yeah, and I'm the child." She scoffs, referring to what I told her last night when she fist-bumped me. "Just get in, we're gonna be late."

I squint at her. "I'm not getting in if you're just going to be mean to me the whole ride there." I cross my arms over my chest, holding my stance.

Her jaw drops a little and she blinks up at me. "You've got to be kidding me. Get in the car, Harry!"

When I only stare at her, she sends me a glare and I roll my eyes. "Fuck, okay, calm down." I open the passenger door and get in, shutting it after. "You're not doing this to get back at me, right?" I question and turn to look at her.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, for when I almost didn't drive you back here that one time. What if you're just planning on leaving me at work?"

"Oh." Her mind remembers. "Well, I'm not you, so I wouldn't do that." She says. "And I'm not mean." She's makes sure to add on. I chuckle when she thinks I was being serious.

It then goes silent. I eye her, gesturing to the keys in the slot but the engine isn't turned on yet. "Are you gonna start the car or what?"

She stares at me like it's obvious. "Seatbelt."

"I don't need one, let's go." I look out the windshield, still waiting for the car to be turned on.

But Nyla continues her gaze on me and after a long moment she frustratedly huffs until she's moving closer to me. She leans her elbow on the armrest between us, reaching her other hand to grab my seatbelt. My eyes widen slightly when her face is right next to mine, the tip of her nose touches my cheek. I keep my body frozen, still staring out ahead. She brings the seatbelt across my torso, but when it's about halfway across on me, she moves her head close to my ear. And my breathing fucking stops when I feel her lips gently brushing against it.

"Can I?" Her whisper was so crisp and clear, entering my ear.

"Yeah." I whisper back immediately, already knowing what she's asking permission for.

Her hot breaths fan against my skin, the rest of my body breaking out into goosebumps when she took my earlobe into her mouth. She starts sucking so gently, her warm tongue swirls around it. Her lips are soft against my skin, so damn gentle like she's scared she'll hurt me. Nyla lets go of my earlobe only to suck right under it, lapping her tongue around the spot on my neck until she softly bites, marking me. My throat vibrates a groan. I flutter my eyes closed until I hear the loud click of my seatbelt being buckled in. She sucks the top of my neck once more before placing a delicate kiss in the same spot. I didn't want her to stop, I wanted to feel her lips on every inch of my body, but she moved her mouth up to my ear again, whispering, "Safety first," and parted away from me.