Pleasure & Pain|| Harry Styles || h.s.

Strange

ANNE:

Only a saint knows what’s going in this mind of mine.

I honestly have no future plans decided before giving a cheerful nod to Harry for accompanying him back to the hotel.

I might seem like a little devilish to him in this very moment if not the one with mysterious intentions but on the inside, I’m feeling dumb.

Obviously I noticed how the blood drained out of his face upon my words that weren’t expected from me.

But it felt nice to see a line of shock cross his forehead.

Though I might be wrong here but letting Noah in any further close might risk his life just like it once did mine.

Not that someone will be after him to stab him to death but the truth behind what happens behind these cameras will be too much for him to take in, the same way it was for me.

Only difference that they’ll save me because they have their money on edge for me but Noah, he’s just a random college student with only exception that he’s got a strong background because of his father.

But still, it was a way better choice to leave him behind.

I took a deep breathe as my thoughts were finally sorted.

A relief one? No.

You can’t just take a small gasp of relief when a six feet tall devil handsome man with a scrunched nose and his eyebrows staring at the road as if it’s a foe waiting in the dark, is sitting right next to you.

Sitting here with a tranquil environment is weird, more specifically because I still recall the night he drove me back to my place after the shoot, singing and smiling.

Now he just seems like the older one is replaced by someone no one will be able to recognize.

Was that a ‘have to pretend around fan’ thing too?

I wanted to break the silence even if the conversation will begin with the show of Tom & Jerry but what he just swallows me alive.

That’s my concern.

I waited for another 5 minutes but all I heard was the sound of air that he was breathing.

Unable to control my urge to shout at him to just speak a word even if it’s ‘Don’t’, my crossed feet started swinging.

Please notice and ask me stop it.

I waited.

He was still more concerned about adjusting his rear view mirror than his door repeatedly tapped by my shoe.

Now the urge was growing or so I fell, that my fingers were back picking on my nails.

It was then when I noticed his eyes take a flash of me, trying to go unnoticed, that my mind knew it’s close to make him loose his locked lips.

Five, Four, Three, Two…

“Don’t.” a cold voice warned, separating my interlocked palying hands, holding grip on the right one.

Bingo!

I smiled looking down at my victory.

“Why do you do that, huh?” his eyes met mine for a second or two and then shifted back to the dark road.

I just shrugged my shoulders, trying to make him speak further.

“I like words.” He informed, while his hand further moves up to hold my wrist but the touch was somehow delicate.