Pour Some Sugar On Me {Harry Styles Fan Fic Or Not?}

Chapter 10 Part 2

        At 12:45 a.m., my phone alarm went off. To be honest, it scared the bejeezes out of me, because I was in such a deep sleep. I quickly scrambled to grab it and shut it off before it woke Harry up. I rested my head back against my pillow and rubbed my eyes. I groaned quietly. It had been such a long time since I have had to get up at odd times like this. I rolled out of the bed stealthily as to not jostle Harry. Grabbing the things I needed to get ready, I crept into the bathroom. After turning on the lights, I silently shut the door. I plugged in my flat iron so that it could begin getting hot. As I peeled off my warm pajamas, goosebumps rose up all over. I shivered as I pulled on my light denim skinny jeans that had rips all up the front. I slid on a black shimmery, body-fitting halter top. With the right accessories and my black pumps, my outfit was complete. Checking to see if my flat iron was hot enough, I found thy it was ready. I combed through my messy bed head and straightened my hair. By the time I was done straightening my hair, it was pin-straight. I pulled it up in a high-pony then made my bangs into a bump. I sprayed my head with hairspray to make sure the bump remained still and to keep from having any stray hairs. After that was all said and done, I meticulously applied just the right amount of makeup to define my features and to make my eyes pop. I unplugged the flat iron an let it cool. As I was making my way out of the bathroom, I managed to stub my toe. A yelp escaped my lips as I pathetically hopped around the room holding my toe murmuring, "Shit... Fuck... God dammit... Holy shit skittles..."

        The bed side lamp clicked on. I froze where I was with my toe still throbbing. "Babe?... What in the unholy hell are you doing? It's like.... 1 in the morning." Harry mumbled groggily then added, "And why are you all dressed up?"

        Busted. Well there is no good lie to explain all of this and if there was, I was too damn tired to think of it. "I... Uh... I'm going to a race..." I said guiltily.

        I hung my head in shame feeling like Harry could read my thoughts and see all of my racing past. Before I knew it, I heard him crawl out of bed and shuffle over to me. Harry wrapped his arms around me pulling me close to him. I leaned back into his warm, inviting embrace. Harry helped calm my jumpy nerves. Honestly, I was nervous, but the world of street racing was absolutely incredible. The feeling of driving at high speeds and the danger of it all gets your adrenaline flowing like never before. The pride in winning the race is out of this world. I whispered, "Come with me..."

        I knew it was a risk and dangerous for Harry to be there, but I wanted him to experience the exhilaration an excitement of being out there. I could keep him safe and I could protect him from Katsu. I'm not called the best fr no reason. I could feel Harry chuckle against me. "You didn't think I was going to let you leave without me did you?" He laughed.

        Grinning, I turned around in his arms and full-on kissed him with my hands buried in his hair keeping his face to mine. Harry keeps one arm wrapped around me and places his other hand at the small if my back pressing me closer to him. I but his lower lip and pulled my head back slightly smirking. I nibbled on my lower lip while looking at Harry. I say, "As much as I'd love to continue, we have to leave in like 15 minutes."

        He gave me the puppy dog look and I was tempted to just skip the race, but I couldn't. I kiss his cheek and he just laughs. Harry goes over to his suitcase and pulled out his Ramones t-shirt. He slid it on then pulled out a pair of dark-wash skinny jeans. They hung on his hips flawlessly. He looped a belt through then pulled on his converse. Harry ruffles his bed head then shook his curls out pushing them to one side. He put on a pair of black tinted Aviators even though it was already dark outside. Once he was finished, he gave me a cheeky grin that made his dimples stand out. It literally melted my insides into mush and my knees go weak. Before my legs could give out, I grinned and said, "Let's go you goober."