Deranged • Ghost N.H. au

Thirteen

A/n: *Heavy Irish accent* OIM BACK MAN! I haven't updated for like 2 days but it feels like 3 years idek. How's everyone doing? I hope you're doing freaking awesome on this late night. Enjoy the chapter.

"I'm burning through the sky, yeah! Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit!"

"Riley, stop it."

"I'm traveling at the speed of light, I wanna make a supersonic woman of you!" I sang, pointing my fingers obnoxiously at Harry.

"For the love of god, Riley, I'm a guy. I have a penis."

"DON'T STOP ME, DON'T STOP ME, DON'T STOP ME HEY HEY HEY!" I sang even louder, I think you could consider it screaming by now.

"Seriously, shut up." 

"DON'T STOP ME, DON'T STOP ME, I LIKE IT!" 

"If you don't stop your wailing right now, I will fucking push you out of the car and leave you on the side of the road."

I clasped a hand over my heart in an attempt to be dramatic, staring at Harry with wide eyes, pretending to be hurt. 

"You heard me, woman." He grinned, obviously proud of himself.

But then an even better song started to play through the speakers of Harry's SUV.

"LABELS OUT HERE, NAH THEY CAN'T TELL ME NOTHING, WE GIVE IT TO THE PEOPLE AND SPREAD IT ACROSS THE COUNTRY!" I sang while waving my arms around like a lunatic.

"Please tell me why I let you in to my car every day." Harry sighed, trying to hide the humerous smirk plastered on his face. 

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You see, my car had been declared total loss by the assurance company and my only option had been to sell it for a small amount to the local junkyard. It kinda hurt, to be honest, my parents had gotten it for me. So, long story short, Harry would pick me up every day and we would drive to work together. If his shift ended before his, he'd wait for me and vica versa. We had become great friends over the past week, I really enjoyed being his friend.

Harry parked the car in front of Bob's Burger, turning off the engine and getting out. I got out as well and slammed the door shut a little too hard. 

"First you have to destroy my eardrums and now you want to destroy my car too?" He spoke, still mocking me.

"Oh, shut up, you big baby." I snapped my fingers in front of his face as a devilish smirk entered his face.

"I am indeed big, bigger than you." He laughed, grabbing me from behind, his arms firmly around my waist as he carried me inside the restaurant, laughing his ass off while I was struggling to break free.

"Harry! Oh my god Harry, put me down!" I laughed, kicking my legs around. People were giving us strange looks and I couldn't blame them. 

"Harry! Riley! Stop playing around and get to work!" Our boss, Charles yelled at us from across the restaurant. He tried to be stern but you could see a small smile on his face, clearly enjoying the little brawl Harry and I had going on as well. 

Harry moved me inside his arms so that he was now holding me up with only one arm, using his other to open the door that led to the staff's room. Seriously, is this guy on steroids or something?

Once inside, he set me down and burst out laughing at my expression, I probably looked like a puppy trying to be intimidating. He patted me on the head and pulled his work shirt over his head. Harry was five years older than me and that kind of made him act like a big brother towards me, I had no problem with that, I always wanted a big brother.