Complicated // h.s.

five

*Sawyer's POV*

Three weeks later

The only way that Harry and I have been getting along is because of the fact that we have this new "relationship." He would come into my room or I would come into his and then we'd get what we came for without more than two sentences to each other.

Harry and I were lying in bed after we both just came down from our high. I threw him his jeans and got up from the bed. He groaned as he sat up, not making any type of eye contact with me.

"I'm going to teach you how to drive. Let's go." I told him as I slipped on my jeans.

Harry smiled widely as we just finished getting dressed. I didn't want to teach him because I wanted to do something nice, I wanted to teach him so I didn't have to drive him everywhere, and he kept nagging me about him, so I finally decided to teach him.

He had a big smile on his face as we got into my car. I drove us to a back dirt road outside of the Hills. This is where Ron taught me how to drive, so I thought I'd give it a try there as well.

"Did you ever drive in England?" I asked him as we both got out of the car. I looked over at him from the other side and watched him nod.

"I had my license out there." He told me.

"Well, you drive out here like you do out there except that here in America, you drive on the opposite side. Come on." I explained to him as we switched sides.

Once Harry got into the car, he started the engine with a smile on his face.

"Thanks, Sawyer." Harry said sounding quite glad.

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up and drive."

Harry chuckled and shift the brakes and began to drive around the dirt road. He actually wasn't that bad and I was glad for that because I didn't want to teach any type of rules or safety to him. Harry looked over at me with a few moments of us silently in the car with the music on the radio being the only sound. He turned down the music and roughly pushed the brakes causing me to glare at him, but of course, he was laughing.

"Do you ever smile?" Harry asked.

"Did you really just hit the brakes just to question me if I smile?" I questioned him growing angry.

"You know, you'd be a lot more beautiful if you smiled. It isn't that hard." He told me with a smile.

I rolled my eyes like always I tended to do whenever I was with Harry. I didn't see why he cared if I smiled or not.

"Can you drive?" I asked him ignoring his comment.

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle and then pressed on the gas and began to speed on the dirt road. I looked at the meter and saw that he was going ninety-five. He turned a sharp turn and then began to drive fast once again.

"Would you slow the fuck down?" I yelled at him.

"Promise me, you're going to smile." Harry told me.

I rolled my eyes but promised because I wasn't planning on dying. He slowed down, thankfully and then came to a complete stop.

"Come on, baby. Just smile one time... I bet it's quite beautiful." Harry was being overly sweet and I wasn't sure if I liked it. I was somewhat growing fond of him being an asshole. "Don't make me push on the gas again because I'll do it."

I gave the fakest smile that I could and then he chuckled. He seemed amused as he made eye contact with me. He began to lean in and I didn't want to stop him. I actually wanted us to have a sensual kiss that didn't lead to sex for once. His lips brushed against mine, our noses touching.