Different.

8

Violet.

"Hello beautiful."

"Hi."

I took a glance at him. White t-shirt with a red, white, and black flannel over it. His usual dark jeans, possibly tighter than mine. His tan boots, and messed up curls. I would be lying if I said he didn't look sexy.

"You clean up nice."

"You don't do look bad yourself, Styles."

He took my hand and began walking me to his familiar black range rover.

"Wait," Ali stopped us, "I'm serious Harry. I won't hesitate to chop your balls off if I find out you were being a douche."

He chuckled.

"Got it."

We continued to walk us towards his car. He opened the passenger's seat for me to get in.

"Ladies first."

I smiled, and stepped in, sitting with my legs crossed as he got in as well.

"Sometimes I question if Ali is actually my mother, she definitely acts like it."

I laughed.

"You should have seen her getting me ready."

"Whatever she did, she did great because you look fucking stunning."

I felt my cheeks light up.

"And I think it's cute when you blush."

"Oh shut up." I smacked his arm playfully.

He turned on his radio, coldplay playing softly in the backround.

"Since coldplay is your favorite." He looked at me as he spoke, smiling.

"Oh my god, you're the best."

"I think you've got me hooked on them, to be honest."

"I told you they're good, really good."

"Yeah, they are. They seemed quite interesting, and I decided to listen to a few of their songs after you had mentioned them."

"That's great." I smiled.

"So where are you from?"

"I was born in Holmes Chapel. My mum and dad moved to London when I was 11, and that's where I moved here from. What about you?"

"I was born in Redditch, and moved to Holmes Chapel when I was little."

"That's not too far away from here."

"What brought you guys back?"

"My dad uh," I swallowed nervously, I was trying to avoid this question, "he passed about a year ago. London is expensive to live in, and my mum couldn't afford it anymore. So when she was offered a job here, she took it right away."

"I'm really sorry," he looked back on the road, taking a long pause, "my dad is passed too. But he's been gone for most of my life, so it's not as bad as you. But it sucks, I know how it feels."

"Don't be sorry, things just happen I guess. And cancer chose my dad."

There was a moment of silence, the sadness obvious in the air.

"Well, I'm sorry for putting us in a shitty mood." He chuckled.

"No, it's okay. It's nice to be able to talk to someone every once in a while, and just let it out, you know?"

"Yeah," he paused and adjusted his hands on the steering wheel, "I like venting. It takes so much off your shoulders after holding it in for so long."