Remedy (H.S.)

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Kennedy Simmons

The moment I stepped out of the car I was swarmed by hundreds of people. Harry didn't lie when he said that those races were a huge thing. There were people from all around the world here and right now I was the center of their attention.

I can't lie. This was somehow exciting. I wasn't an attention seeker. If anything I hated that but right now, I liked knowing that I had accomplished something worthy of people's admiration from all around the world.

But for some reason I only genuinely cared about one particular person's approval and that person was nowhere in sight.

When the Audi R8 LMS passed the finish line and stopped a tall guy with brown hair and eyes wearing a red uniform came out of it. He pushed the crowd away and walked towards me ignoring completely the angry stares he received from the people he passed.

His eyes traveled up and down my body, the surprise in them clear to everyone. He couldn't see my face though because I refused to take my helmet off just yet.

"So you're telling that someone with boobs won over me?" He screamed angrily making the whole crowd go silent.

Perfect.

More attention to me and all because a fucking sexist.

I didn't want to take my helmet off because I didn't want the crowd to see my face but I wanted the bastard to look in my eyes and say everything he had to say so I took off the helmet and threw it back inside the car.

He scrutinized my face for a few seconds before asking, "Where's Styles? I thought he was going to run." I shrugged dramatically. "I honestly have no idea. He's somewhere around probably fucking a random girl. No one said Harry would be the one racing today."

He looked around, probably searching for him, but I caught his attention when I started speaking again. "You'd much rather having Harry win, huh? Is it because he has a dick?"

He took a step towards me and stretched his back trying to look even taller. "You're right. He does have a dick and he is not a little inexperienced girly."

I knew it wasn't the best decision but the anger was boiling inside me and I couldn't contain myself. Before I could process it anymore my fist was thrown in his face, breaking his nose and blood splashing everywhere.

The crowd went crazy and they all started cheering for me and making fun of the bastard. I didn't have the chance to enjoy it though because someone grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the crowd.

I was pushed against a wall and trapped between the tattooed arms of a well-known green-eyed Brithish man and let me tell you one thing. It was not as fun as it sounds. Harry didn't seem happy at all.

"Are you fucking insane?" I swear he was about to explode. His face had turned red and his whole body was tensed. Of course I was in the mood to make bad decisions and absolutely loved the idea of teasing him and that's exactly what I did.

"You're welcome, Harry. I was happy to win the race for your team." I tried to push him off of me but failed miserably. Instead of letting me go he moved his left hand on my waist and pulled me closer to his body. Then he cupped my cheek and forced me to look at his gorgeous, green, emotion-filled eyes. It was then that I realised that he wasn't actually angry.

He was scared, concerned, relieved but not angry.

"You could get killed! Why didn't you fucking listen to Zayn? We didn't need another win. All we need was to make an appearance." His voice had gotten louder but it wasn't cold like usually. "Your team is one of the best teams. You are the best. If you'd lose it would look suspicious. Moreover, I know that winning is important for you."