Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Harry Styles

The lights of the city blend in with the iridescent stars, Iris's red car speeding through the empty highway. A minute ago she handed me her phone from the cup holders where it rest, telling me to press shuffle on one of her many fucking playlists.

Iris, don't think I didn't catch a glimpse of your random-ass playlists like why the fuck do you need one for every moment of your life. 'Kissing in the rain' and 'driving around at night underneath the stars'  oddly fucking specific but okay? But the one she told me to play was 'ass', which I thought was an oddly provocative name for a playlist but I didn't think much into it before a soft voice started playing out the speakers,

'watching the video that you sent me'

'Sweet' by Cigarettes after sex, I have to give it to her the whole car, song scenario is fitting. I breathe for a moment, letting myself enjoy the tranquil music, the cooling breeze blowing past me. Everything just feels so fucking serene.

'You know that I'm obsessed with your body'

'But it's the way you smile that does it for me'

At that moment the only image that popped in my head was earlier tonight, I quickly shun it away taking out my ringed hands in front of me. I flex them before cracking my knuckles which makes Iris look at me in disgust.

'It's so sweet'

Sweet. Once again it's only her in my head. I furrow my brows at the song, it's a strange choice to put ok a playlist called ass. I had the impression it would be some kind of sex playlist if I'm honest. As I've said before she's fucking weird. I look towards her as we start to approach the city, the lights becoming more apparent as tower blocks and skyscrapers loom over us.

The glow from the alight skyscrapers brighten her face, her eyes now so bright. I don't know how I hadn't noticed it before, the way from afar their only a pair of dark pupils. Though under this light, closer to her, when your so close you can see every scar on her pink face. There hazel, golden, light specks of gold light flash through them and in this light it makes her seem like she's the mostprized thing in the world. I can tell you, she's far from.

'running your fingers through your hair'

Her nose and cheeks pink from the cold air hitting it as she drives, I don't think she's noticed my gaze yet, her eyes focused on turning at stoplights.

'Watching the video where your lying'

Her lips moved in rhythm with the song, miming along. It's different from the night we met, the night where she was too anxious to let herself feel relaxed. Now although the short amount of time we've known each other her mouth moves in soft movements.

'In your red lingerie ten times nightly'

Yet there's no vulnerability, she's endeavoured into the song, her mouth delicately moving. Her, the song, she looks so comfortable and for some reason, I feel a spark in my chest at that. The fact that she doesn't feel right helpless around me. God, I'm putting some fucking thought into someone I more or less disdain.

Hold up.

What the fuck?

Red lingerie. Sweet. Ass.

This is about me, isn't it?

I snap my head to her, just when I was in a mental battle in my mind thinking about her with such awe... Not so much but I have to exaggerate...