One Night with Harry

"Harry, slow down. You're going 55 in a 30." Harry snapped his head towards me and narrowed his eyes.

"The speed limit is 30 when you're not in a hurry."

"Why are you in a hurry?" I focused on the shops and cafés whizzing by in my window. I waited a few minutes for his response and then turned to look him. His eyes were locked on me, staring me down with an intensity I'd never seen before. It was like an animal was caged in those eyes. I immediately shied away, not wanting Harry to see me blush. He stared at me a bit longer, sending needles pricking all over my neck and making me feel dizzy. Who knew eyes had the power to drive me insane? It took me a few moments to realize that if Harry's eyes were glued to me that it meant he wasn't watching the road.

"Harry, watch the road. You're already going fast as it is."

"I. Know. How. To. Drive. Violet. You are completely safe with me." Harry growled, shifting his eyes back onto the road. Somehow I doubted that as he turned sharply onto a one way street. The cars parked on the street did nothing to slow down Harry as he increased his speed to 60 and ran a red light.

"Harry! If you're not going to be responsible then pull over and let me drive!" I shouted. Harry might be good looking, but he wasn't worth ending my life.

"This is your last warning, Violet. Stop criticizing my driving or I will pull over and fuck you right here on the passenger's seat. Got it?"

Wow....that escalated quickly. His offer didn't seem too bad. It wasn't every day that a member of one of the world's most famous boy bands offers to fuck you in his car. Well, offer isn't the best word. Threaten is more like it.

It's hard to believe that just two hours ago I was at his concert with my best friend, Sandra. We'd planned for almost a year to come to the concert, a three hour drive from the suburbs into the innards of the city. We'd stalked the bands manager for two months until we figured out which hotel they'd be staying at and then argued for another month about how we were going to raise the money to pay for a room that same night. Our parents, thinking of this as a goodbye gift before we both went off to college, gladly chipped in. With our parents behind us, we were not only able to book the hotel room, but had enough money to buy deluxe tickets that gave us permission to go backstage for a private meet and greet with the boys after the concert.

Well, the concert went great except for the fact that I got elbowed in the rib hard three times in the same spot. I could still feel the bruise on my rib cage as we walked into the meeting room and waited for the boys. I pulled up my shirt just enough to check the bruise for the fifth time when I heard the screams of tween girls piercing through my eardrums. We were sidelined immediately and struggled for a way into the crowd that had gathered at the other entrance. Sandra suggested we wait because, according to her dad the lawyer, the boys are legally obligated to "meet and greet" with everyone who bought deluxe tickets. We waited for almost an hour as the boys made their way to everyone. Slowly but surely, security escorted the girls who had spent their time fawning over the boys out of the room until it was just me and Sandra left. Not that I noticed when the time came. I had my shirt pulled up to examine my bruise again when Sandra elbowed me on my other side. I looked up to see Harry staring at me, his eyes wide open and drinking me in. His body was leaned to the left, placing most of his weight on his left leg in a casual manner, head tilted up a bit so he was looking down at me. His shoulders were rolled back and his back was completely straight, giving off an aura of confidence that echoed through the room. I pulled my shirt down just as his eyes traveled down to my bruise.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his calm demeanor suddenly gone as his eyebrows scrunched up.

I was lost for an answer. Sandra piped up beside me. "Yeah, she's fine. Things just got a little heated during your concert."