Harry Styles Preferences

#86 I'm On Fire-Bruce Springsteen

You were only sixteen when you met me who was twenty one. Your rich father brought you an old car because you wanted it. It was an old pickup truck which fell apart every time it had a chance. So one day you pulled up to the mechanic shop without your dad. "Hey Steve the old girl is clucking out on me." You said crossing your arms. Your hair pulled back in a pointy tail with your arms cross with a sleeveless shirt and faded jeans and a shirts tied around the waist. "Is that who I think it is?" A man whispered and you over heard him. "Yup Y/N 'The Princess' Y/L/N." He said and I was working under a car when I pulled out from under it and looked at you.

I knew that you were spitfire. You were unlike the other stupid rich girls that flirt with me. "Get Harry to help you. Styles!" Steve shouted. I nodded. You looked at me and tossed the keys at me which I caught. I notice your beat up leather chucks. "I think that it a her ignition because it makes a weird sounds like." You said imitating it which sound like a horse with phlegm in it's throat and I laugh. "I'll see what I can do." I said and you beautiful eyes lit up like firecrackers on Independence day. "Could you take it to my house tomorrow a friend of mine is picking me up. You put your fingers to your lips and pressed it on the windshield and bit your lip. "See y'all Steve." You said running out.

I fixed it by the end of my shift. "I'll give it to her tomorrow Steve." I said heading home to my flat with my cat Dusty. I showered and brushed my teeth and hit the sack. It was dark and candle lit. I seen you with those same beautiful eyes looking at me. I take my Polaroid camera out and snapped photos of you.

You look stunning wearing nothing but the sheets. You throw the pillow at me and kissed me sweetly as I touched you. I open my eyes with a splitting headache and my sheets soaked with sweat and something else...

I changed the sheets took an aspirin and shower then, went back to sleep. When I get back to the shop I drove the car to your palace. I notice that you were on the step in the rain. I turn the ignition off. I notice that the house keys were attached to the ring. I stepped out of the car and ran up to you tripping and nearly skinning my knee you laugh opening the door.

"Do you want to come in?" You asked and I blushed. A part of me the majority of me wanted to say yes but the minority was reason. "No babe your jail bait." I said and smiled stepping backwards a few steps then turned walking away. Ever since that day you always prefer me to fix your car.