drive: h.s

Prologue

"What's your story?" I ask curiously. He looks at me through the rear mirror and smiles.

"What makes you think I have one, Miss Mills?" His voice is low and raspy, it's toxic. I shrug my shoulders and lean over the passenger seat. He gives me a quick look before looking back at the road.

"We all have one, you just have to have one." He lets out a low chuckle making my heart turn into summersaults.

"My story is not interesting." He states. I squint my eyes and look at him confusingly.

"But, you- you're so damn mysterious, I bet people just die wanting to know what's going on." I scoff. He's only been my personal driver for two weeks and it's eating me alive not knowing anything about him. My parents won't let me look through his file, witch I believe I should have access to since he is driving me everywhere and anywhere.

"Just like you are now, Miss..."

"It's Shelly, please just Shelly." I can see his lips twitch up to a smile and he nods.

"Okay, Shelly," he smirks and I smile at the sound of my name escaping his lips.

"Yes, Styles?" He chuckles and nods his head.

"Are you just dying to hear my story." He shrugs his shoulders and grips the steering wheel tighter. I smile and wrap my arms around the passenger seat.

"Of course I am. Who's isn't?" He stops at a red light and meets my eyes. He gives me a wink and turns back to the road. I squint my eyes and smile.

"Don't just leave me hanging." I smack his arm playfully and he laughs out loud. Wow, such a beautiful sound.

"Hey, I'm working. Unless you want to get us both killed, Shelly, I suggest you stop disrupting my master driving skills." He chuckles loudly causing a smile to spread on my face.

"This isn't over." I press and lean back in my seat. He smiles through the mirror and I shake my head. The light turns green showing the little man walking and he speeds away. I stare at his back, the way his curls curl behind his ears, the rings on his fingers complimenting his cross tattoo ever so lovely.

I sigh. "So not over."