do & die [h.s]

s e v e n

"Hey what are your plans tonight?" I ask as we make our way out of our last class and into the surprisingly near to empty parking lot.

"My plans? HA. I never have plans, I got no plans at all," He scoffs and I nod, giggling in response.

"Need a ride home?" I offer as I give him a wide smile. He raises a questioning eyebrow, a hint of a smile peppering his dimpled cheeks.

"You? Driving me home?" He furrows and I nod, teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

"Evan let you touch his new car? No way," His eyes widen as excitement takes him over. I shake my head, a smirk playing on my lips. I dig into my pocket and place the key in the palm of his hand.

"Is this what I think it is?" He gasps, mouth falling open as a squeal follows my nod. "Oh my god you finally got a car," he cheers, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Well actually it's Evan's old car, but it's still something," I explain and he nods, eyes still looking over the key in his hand in amazement.

"Wait I thought Evan told me he sold his car though," Harry shrugs after seconds of picking up on what I had told him and I hum in response, remembering the same thing.

"I don't know.." I tell him. "But I honestly don't think I care. I finally have a car," I squeak and he raises his arms, cheering along with me. "Even if it's old, I'm really happy," I giggle, making him laugh.

"I'm glad you're happy," he smiles. "And hey, if you don't like the car, you're very welcome to take mine." He offers and I roll my eyes back his way.

"You only went out in that car once, Harry," I remind him, biting back the giggle. "And that was only because it was Patty's birthday and you forgot to get her a present so she gave you a freebee," I watched a chuckle escape his puckered lips at the distinct memory. "You never take that thing out of the garage," I complain and he gasps.

"That thing happens to be a black vintage 1963 Porsche 356b Karmann Coupe; a classic, thank you very much," he crosses his arms, defensively.

"Are you trying to prove your masculinity because you act like I know what any of that means.."

He scoffs, shaking his head, the word 'amateur' rolling off his tongue under his breath.

"All I know is that it's a car and cars are meant to be driven," I shrug and a look of terror struck a storm in his eyes.

"She's not just a car, Eve," he shakes his head, green orbs wide. "She's my baby and she's way too important and expensive to risk scratching or crashing in a fit of road rage,"

"Oh so it's a she now?" I giggle, ignoring everything else he's said. "Mind sharing how you found that out?

"Well I just lifted th-" my eyes widened, cutting his explanation short as he burst out in laughter.

"If you're trying to prove your masculinity, you can stop while you're ahead. I believe you. I mean I've seen your-"

"Stop," he cuts me off, his cheeks flushing crimson. "That was a long time ago. A lot's changed since then,"

Oh I didn't say I was dissatisfied with what I saw, but if he insists.

"Unlikely," I shrug, a smirk weighing down my sarcastic tone.

"Eve," he pouts, gently shoving my shoulder.

"You do realize I'm a girl, right? Now, stop. hitting. me," I stretch out the words, offering a punch back between each word.

"Oh I realize," he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows, gently catching my wrist in his hand and suddenly spinning me so my back is pressed against his chest.