Daddy's Little Girl (h.s)

18. Don't waste my time

Songs for this chapter ;)

Wicked games -The weeknd 

Often - The weeknd

Obviously I love the weekend!

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We both stay quiet while Harry's fingers are firmly around the wheel. I watch how changed the gear in slow motion as if he's tired of something. Of course knowing him, I'd never know what's the matter with him. He will never let anyone in. I've accepted it and I did so well without him, but now it's just weird how the only thing I want to do is to be near him. I stare at his defined jaw as he clenches it when realizes the traffic light's turned red. I bite my lip as I sense the awkward aura around us. It will never be the same between us.  It's so odd how a little thing can cause such a damage between two people. If you really think about it, we didn't really have such a big issue between us but it all just somehow turned really messy.    

"Are you done staring at me?" His lips finally let out as he still waits for the light to turn green. 

I roll my eyes and look out of the window. I don't even have a logical response for his question. I don't have anything to say to him, no matter what I feel for him. 

Feelings don't define us, what we do with them does.

"Why are you still mad at me? After such a long time?"

I breathe in before I speak. His sentence just makes me want to scream some sense into his brains, if he even has them.

"Harry...." I start, calming myself as the words flows from my mouth. "I wasn't the one being mad, it was you. You bursted out of the door, remember?" I emphasize the last word, making sure he understands clearly what I'm saying.

"I wasn't mad." He says with a attitude that annoys the shit out of me.

"Okay."  I answer him with the same toxic tone. 

He turns up the volume of the song. It takes me a while until I get what song is playing on the radio. Drunk in love.

"Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you, na na"

I watch Harry as he sings along. Oh, God.  He seems to enjoy this one. I roll my eyes and turn to the window again. I close my eyes for a couple seconds but he turns the volume up again, trying to intrude my sleep. I turn the music down and give him a death stare. I need some rest.

He turns it up, again.

I turn it down.

He turns it up and I see his little smirk forming on his lips.

This little prick thinks this is a game. Sigh.

I turn it down.

He turns it up, again.

I turn it down and yell, "Can you fricking not annoy me this much?"

"Me? Annoy you? You're the one acting like a little slut going everywhere."

Oh, no he didn't. I open my mouth as I try to comprehend his mean words.

"Tell me, did Shawn enjoy you good?"

"You little piece of shit." I raise my voice, the loudest voice I've ever let out. I'm swearing like a sailor but I don't give a shit right now."First of all, I fucking hate you. You fucking know me well enough to know I don't do those things. I don't go that far. You're such a low life!"

Harry frozes as he realizes what he has caused. The fire in me is let out and it won't end well. 

"Stop the car!"