Two Face [h.s]

04

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Eden POV

I look up at him laughing a bit. "Aren't we suppose to meet up later?" I say confused. I didn't mind hanging out earlier, I just thought we weren't going out till tonight.

"Well we could." He says looking somewhere behind me. "But they are dying to meet you already." He dramatically says looking down at me smiling. I then see him placing the cigarette back into his mouth. As he sucks the smoke partially in, his jaw tightens up.

I laugh and turn around to open the door. "Oh so you and your friends talked about me?" I say in a teasing tone.

"Mhm." He mumbles from behind me. I push the door open and walk out, with Harry following behind.

"Oh how flattered I am harry." I say placing a hand on my heart and turning around to look at him. "Just flattered." I say messing around with him.

"Shut the fuck up." He replies back looking down at me chuckling. "They wanted to know a bit about you, so I only told a couple things." He says making it clear on what he meant.

"I know, I know." I reply as we make our way to the front door. "I'm just messing with you Harry-" then I pause for a moment. "Wait, what's you last name?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows curiously.

"Styles." He responds mumbling into his cigarette.

"Styles? Harry Styles, is your name?" I say making sure I heard him right.

"Yeah, why? Do you not like it?" He asks in dull tone. Once we get to the doors, I open them and the sun immediately beams down on me.

I start to feel uncomfortable again knowing I'm in public again. I don't worry much about it cause I have Harry by my side. So that makes me feel a bit more safe out here.

"No no, I love them name. It's just like one of those names that sound so unique to me." I try to reassure him. I love his name so much, it fits him well.

"Well how about you?" He asks meeting up with me. So now both of us are walking side by side.

"Eden Harsh." I tell him. I look around the lot and then I stop for a moment. "Wait whose car are we taking?" I ask looking up at him.

"Well I didn't drive a car here, so yours." He answers back. As I'm looking up at him I furrow my brows.

"You didn't bring a car? Well what did you do, walk?" I ask him. I look ahead and see my truck. I start walking towards it and Harry follows.

"I didn't fucking walk, I drove my motorcycle." He responds in a tone where it seemed like I was dumb for thinking that.

I noticed today Harry wasn't quite the same as last night. He seemed a bit tired today. I didn't seem to mind though, I have my rough days. I was a little shock when I found out he drives a motorcycle. He definitely doesn't seem like the time.

"Oh. Well this is my truck." I say walking over to the passengers side.

"What are you doing?" He asks looking at me walk along the front of my car.

"What do you mean." I look at him confusedly from across the car.

We I take my keys out from my pocket and open my car doors. I toss the keys toward Harry to let him drive.

He then luckily catches the keys and looks back at me. "I'm driving? He asks me with confusion.

"Well, why else would I have given you the keys." I say laughing a bit. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out.