Nothing To Lose (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter~ Three

Though I'm happy as ever, I still have that feeling of guilt washing over me. I was the one who forced myself to forget about Harry. I had always had feelings for Harry, so it hurt me to think about him when I had moved to Florida. Humming out of comfort, Harry nudged his head into the crook of my neck.

"You know Erika, being away from me this long isn't fair to me you know."

"I know Harry, if it was my choice I would've stayed" I could feel his heart race a bit, my face got hot as a blush crept across my cheeks.

When we relinquished our embrace we both have the biggest smiles on our face. Slowly I'm starting to feel more and more comfortable around him. "Harry, my mom's not usually home, do you think you'd like to come over for a movie night?"

"Is that even a question?" He raised his eyebrows at me. I'm still trying to process everything. Though my heart hurts, I'm willing to give this friendship another shot. Who knows, maybe it could blossom into something.

"I guess not." I wryly smiled.

"I'm driving!" Harry insisted while running past me and swiping my keys. I couldn't help but laugh because I caught a glimpse of Harry trying to squeeze himself into the drivers seat. My feelings are still hurt from the Chris incident earlier, but I'd rather not tell Harry, realizing how aggressive he can get. If I did hide this from Harry though, he'd get even more upset with me, I'll risk it.

With my eyes still trained on Harry, I see him fall forward while trying to adjust the seat. "OW DAMMIT." He yelled.

I couldn't help but laugh, he was getting so frustrated. Tall guys like Harry are definitely not meant for small cars like mine. I take my time walking towards the car, figuring that Harry is still trying to find out how the seat moves back. When I reached the drivers side of the car, I noticed that he was pouting.

"Erikaaa. Help meeee." Harry whined. Running my eyes over his face, I couldn't help but notice that his bottom lip pouted out. I smiled at him before bending down and pushing the bar. I gripped the top of the seat with one hand and pushed the seat backwards with the other. His eyes widened almost as if he was amazed at what I'd just done.

"Well I definitely could've done that." He said while crossing his arms, acting unimpressed. I noticed that his English accent was really heavy.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Okay Harry, whatever you say." Sarcasm poking through my voice. I could see his smirk begin to form from the corner of my eye. He was definitely the definition of sarcasm, but how could you not like him?

With Harry finally being able to fit inside my car, I sat in the passengers side, nothing but excited to be with my best friend. He kept glancing down at me, with a small smile still perched on his lips. I pretended to not notice, but I think he can tell. "Harry, just don't drive like an ass please?" I pleaded, Harry had a bad habit if doing that. He is the one person you wouldn't want to get stuck in traffic with if he was in a bad mood that day. I guess he's just the type who prefers to drive with road rage than kindness.

"No promises" He turned his head to me and gave me a cheeky smile, which showed his large dimples. His expression implied that he was definitely going to drive like an ass, and he didn't care what I said. I squinted my eyes at him, but I couldn't help but to give him a small smile. He started the ignition and stepped on the pedal revving the engine.

"It's a civic not a race car Harry!" I swear to god he is going to wreck my car. Speeding down the dim lit roads, the song Chocolate by The 1975 comes on. "This is my favorite song!" I smiled widely and turned the volume up. Harry nodded at me and proceeded to make probably the dumbest face I'd ever seen. He stuck his tongue out while widening his eyes as much as he possibly could. With a quick motion, he grabbed my hand and pretended that it was a microphone, I went along with it.