Two Angels [h.s]

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It's the next day and Harrys currently pushing me out of the house. He's behind me with his hands wrapped around my wrists. "Where are we going?" I laugh out.

"You've never liked surprises."

"Tell me and I'll make sure to gasp!" I giggle as he keeps pushing me down the hall.

"No. It's exciting."

"What's exciting?" I look up and he only smirks before placing his hand over my eyes, "-hey!"

"Don't peak."

I gasp, "I would never," before I let out a laugh. Soon we're out the door and he carefully moves us down the steps. "When can I see?"

After a few more steps with his one hand close to my elbow and my other hand out to balance myself, we soon stop.

"Let me look!"

His lips go to my ear - soon two hands on my eyes. "You wanna see?"

"Yes!" I practically shout before his hands drop.

My eyes instantly widen as a black motorcycle lays right in front of me.

"Like old times, darling." He chuckles in my ear before my dropped jaw turns into a smile.

"Oh my god- its," I point, "y-you bought one?" I'm at loss for words and I slowly turn around to face him. "It's the same style too," I whisper like it's a top-secret.

He brushes my hair behind my ears with a smile. "Same brand. My 1965."

"Why aren't you giggling and dancing around?" I breathlessly say as my eyes move from the motorcycle to him.

"Trust me, I did."

I begin to jump excitedly before jumping into his arms. He catches me quickly and I hold his jaw with my two hands. "I-" I shake my head, "you're so-"

"Sexy." he tilts his head, "dashing, hot and amazing."

"You make me not want to say it now," I pinch his cheek and he only gives me a warning look. I begin to laugh, "you're so cool. Can I name it?"

"Kiss me and then you can."

Just like that my lips are on his. Our lips mould, sliding against another in an exhaling breath. As our lips move against another I begin to slip down his hold. Gently setting me on the ground before I pull away. "I'm calling 1965. It's fitting." I beam as he kisses my forehead. 

"Come on," he takes my hand, pulling me over as he takes a seat and tugs me in between his leg. As I stare at the vehicle I only shake my head.

"Doesn't mean im still not scared of this thing-"

"You're so full of shit." and it's true. My grin is permanent.

I remember the first time I saw his motorcycle. He was driving me home from a 4 AM shift and I thought that the motorcycle would turn me into stone if I looked or got in its vicinity. He kept teasing me, pulling me towards him until I was in this same position.

"Okay, maybe I've grown to like it."I bite my lip in a smile.

"No, you've grown to love it."

I shrug, "your words not mine," he only tugs me closer, his hand grabbing the back of my thigh as I look around. "How did you even get this?" its looks exactly like his older one but shinnier.

"Called the shop yesterday. Paid them an extra ten grand to cut the one-week waiting period to today." he grins as my jaw drops, "networking, baby."

"You amaze me," I say idiotly and he only squeezes my leg. "Seriously. Be poor for once-"