I'm with the band

11

Just my luck, the boys were more than happy to cover for Harry and I.

Cover meaning that if Simon would call and ask if we were all rehearsing, they'd say yes.

Or if he'd ask are Lizzy and Harry home, they'd say yes.

But if he were to ask to put us on the phone, then they'd have to figure something out.

Luckily, Harry's car was parked in the garage, so the paparazzi wouldn't see us getting in.
They wouldn't see who's inside either because of the tinted windows.

We get into the car and Harry backs it up from the garage.

"So, you didn't tell me." He says, closing the garage door with the push of a button on the key.
"Why the change of heart?"

"Change of heart?" I repeat, putting on my seatbelt as he gives me a look.

"You said before that only once all of this was over, we could go on that drive." Harry says, rotating the steering wheel, beginning to drive.
"But you changed your mind so quickly, why?"

I form my lips into a tight line.
"Well, maybe I wanted to do something nice since you protected me." I mumble, twiddling my fingers on my thighs.

That's not true.
Harry's always overprotective of me, I don't always do nice things for him.

"Sweetheart, just because I kept you from falling doesn't mean you had to agree to the drive." He says, stopped at a red light.

"Yeah, only if we would have to talk about the details of yesterday night." I say, leaning my head on the window.
"I needed to get away and relax."

"Are you sure?" He asks.
"I could turn the car around, we don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"Harry." I say to his stammering.
"I do want to."

"If you say so, Lizzybug." Harry shakes his head and chuckles.

"Besides." I say and pause as he looks over to me.
"Simon won't be back until tomorrow morning. We'll be fine."

"Quite the risk taker tonight, aren't you Lizzy Walker?" He smirks, looking over to me as I grin.

My mouth falls open, and I scoff in shock.
"Is that sarcasm I hear, Harry Edward Styles?"

"Oh wow, the full government name?" He asks, sarcastically chuckling, as I do too and swat him on his arm.

"Yes, the full government name!" I tease.
"You didn't use my full government name though." I mumble, looking at him conspicuously.

"Elizabeth Walker." He says still driving, as I continue to look at him.
"That's your full name."

I shake my head.
"No it's not." I say, holding a laugh.

"Elizabeth Walker?" He repeats again, confused, looking over to me.
"That's your full name."

"No." I laugh.
"It's not."

"What, do you have a middle name?" He asks, mocking me as I don't answer.

There's silence as I continue to look at him and he looks at me in shock.
"You don't have a middle name!" He exclaims, not being sure to believe me or not.

"I do!" I shout, still laughing, my legs up and crossed on his seat.

"Then what is it?" He asks, stopping at another red light, as if I wasn't telling the truth.

"You're gonna laugh." I mumble, smiling as he does too.

"Lizzy!" He shouts, making me laugh uncontrollably, knowing it's killing him not knowing.
"We've known each other how many years?"