Everything About You (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 15

"Wanna hear some lyrics that I added to our song?" Harry asked me loudly from where he sat behind me in Zayn's car, making sure that Zayn heard every single word perfectly. "Sure, why not," I mumbled without much emotion in my tired voice. "Maybe I should wait until later though," Harry whispered in my ear, leaning forward so that I could feel his breath down the back of my neck.

My eyes flashed to Zayn and I saw that his left hand was holding onto the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. He'd obviously heard Harry's remark. "Just sing them for me," I urged, really wanting to hear them whilst also wanting him to get it over with. This jealousy thing is getting out of control, and I still don't understand why it's over me.

"Yes, I like the way you smile with your eyes. Other guys see it but don't realise that it's my, my loving." I still loved the song, but from the way Zayn's expression said "I wanna punch someone *cough* Harry", I knew Harry made them because of him. "Those are great, Harry," I complimented, making Zayn sigh. "Thank you, babe," Harry leaned in further unbuckling his seat belt, kissing my neck and groaning softly.

Zayn stopped the car unexpectedly, making Harry almost fly through the car's front window. "What the hell?!" Harry growled, glaring at Zayn through the mirror. "Oops," Zayn replied quietly. I don't know why, but I started giggling which made everything worse. Zayn smiled at me and began driving again. I heard Harry mutter some not very nice words and then stay mute.

"So, Harry, you can sing?" Zayn questioned as if he were to actually care of Harry's reply. "Yeah, can you?" Harry shot back. Zayn didn't say anything so I nudged his arm lightly, making his head turn slightly in my direction. I smiled warmly at him and said softly, "Can you sing?" His eyes adverted to the road and then back to my face. "I'm don't think I'm very good," he lowered his voice so that only I could hear.

"Sing for me," I touched his arm again and he froze, but then relaxed. I noticed Harry was staying silent, and that worried me a little, like he was plotting revenge, but I didn't care. This was my last time with Zayn, and I wanted it to be special. "Later," Zayn answered quickly, and pulled onto another road. "How much longer is this road trip?" Harry whined. "Harry," I turned around to see his cheeky dimples and I melted. Gosh, why does he have to do that to me?!

"Yes, Emmy?" He voice sweetly and innocently. It reminded me of the times when we were younger and he wanted to convince me to go off on some crazy adventure with him. "Just..." I was going to tell him to stop, but his irresistibile, striking, emerald eyes were watching me in a way that made my brain stop working. His kissable, pink lips created an adorable smile, and his brown curls were all shaken out and messy. I seriously do love him.

"Never mind," I turned back around, blushing as I did. I tried looking out the car window and accidentally looked in the side mirror, seeing Harry staring at me through it. I watched as he winked at me, and I just smiled bashfully, my eyes glancing somewhere else. "We're here," I felt Zayn's car stop, so I began unbuckling my seat belt. "I hope you won't...judge me too harshly," I heard Zayn's voice say from outside since he had already gotten out of his car.

"Why would I judge you?" I reached out to open my car door, but Harry had already done the job for me. "Thanks." "No problem, baby." He gently hooked our arms together and shut the door before leading me over to where Zayn stood with an envious expression. "Show us the way!"

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"Wow, Zayn! This is so cool! What is this place?!" I spun around the room and admired all of the uniquely great art designs that were hung everywhere on the walls. There were drawings on multiple tables and even the floor had painted art. "This is my secret studio. No one else knows about it. You're actually the first in here besides myself." Zayn was grinning from ear to ear and I felt so elated! "Consider yourself lucky," Zayn nodded to Harry, who ignored his comment.  

These were HIS designs and sketches! I never knew he was an artist, let alone a VERY talented one! "This is incredible! Why are you hiding all of this, Zayn?! You should get professionals to see your work!" "Oh no this is just for fun," Zayn mumbled timidly.  "Are you serious?!" Zayn laughed shakily and waved for Harry and I to follow him to another section of the room.

"This is..." Zayn nervously paced around as I stood gawking at the painting on the wall. How had I missed this?! "It's sort of for you," he admitted.

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What do ya think? Okay, my mom got mad at me for getting a B in history...so she's probably taking all my precious technology away from me :'( fml so if I don't update this or any of my stories for a while..that's why. I want to scream and throw stuff at walls, but there's really nothing I can do about it. My parents are tough on me.

Byee :(

~Isabella(;