Tongue Tied [H.S]

015

Luna Afia

I hear a faint knock on my bedroom door. I groan and roll over to check my alarm clock. 12:15am. I slump onto my back and rub my eyes. When the knock continues. I lift myself from my bed and slowly walk over to my door.

"Luna" the voice behind the door whispers

"Harry?" I whisper in return

I open the door and see Harry standing in front of me in all black with his signature smirk pressed across his face.

"what are you doing right now?" he asks me

I squint my eyes slightly in disbelief, "oh you know, just got back from the pool"

He looks at me confused, "what pool?"

I huff and roll my eyes, "are you dense? Obviously, I wasn't just swimming Harry, what do you want?"

"oh... I'm bored" he replies

"okay? And why does that concern me?"

"do you want to... hang out?"

No way did he just ask me to hang out, I've been here for how long? And the only time he asks me to hang out is when he's bored in the middle of the night? Wasn't he just yelling at Zayn for asking me to go to coffee with them?

Well, you know what?

...I guess I'm going to hang out with Harry at 12am

I stare at him for a good 10 seconds before replying.

"no way you're actually waking me up to hang out at midnight"

Harry subtly bites his lip, looks at the ground and rubs the back of his neck.

"you don't have to..."

My mouth slowly forms into a smirk and I bend my knees to make eye contact with him as he's still looking towards the ground.

"where are we going?"

He lifts his head back to face me and I swear I can literally see his eyes light up and his dimples appear as he's trying to hide his smirk.

"come on, I'll show you"

Harry grabs my hand and leads me to the front door, slowly opening it so we don't wake anyone. We walk towards his car and surprisingly he opens my door for me.

"what a gentleman" I smirk and roll my eyes at him

He chuckles, "shut up and get in the car"

I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head. "yes siiir"

We drive around for what feels like hours. Laughing and singing along to whatever stupid song comes on the radio. I say 'we'; I was the one singing, he would just look over to me, smirking and shake his head. Damn I thought I was a pretty good singer but by the way he was laughing at me I must've thought wrong.

Finally, I stop screaming Miley Cyrus at the top of my lungs and slouch back in the passenger seat, giggling to myself. When I know he isn't looking at me, I slightly turn my head to look at him. Arching his brows and subtly biting his lip, whilst he drives with one had on the steering wheel and the other rested on the middle console.

The boys drive the exact same way.

I turn back to face the front and chuckle to myself.

"what's so funny?" Harry turns and asks me.

"oh... nothing"

He shakes his head and arches his eyebrow, turning his head to the front. "you're so weird, you know?"