Mine For The Summer [Harry Styles]

Part 7

*Freya's point of view*

I practically leapt down the porch stairs (it's seriously a wonder how I didn't fall!) as they were the only things in between me and Harry.

His car was quite old and beaten up, I'm guessing he was just using it for a whole, do as not to get recognised or anything. I mean if you're up to your eyeballs in money then you'd at least get yourself a decent ride, wouldn't you?

I felt myself blush as Harold opened the passenger door for me. Ok, so he didn't like get out to open it for me or anything- just leant over and opened it from the inside. But still, I was counting it as a romantic/ gentlemanly gesture.

"You look nice" he stated, quickly glancing me up and down. I could have sworn I sensed a hint of sarcasm in his voice- but the adorable look I'm his eyes proved his compliment to be genuine.

"Thank you" I choked out in a small voice that I didn't even recognise to be my own. " you're not so bad yourself" I managed to get the latter out after quietly clearing my throat.

Let me just tell you, that 'not so bad' was the biggest understatement in the history of under statements. Like seriously, it would be up there with describing World War Two as ' a bit of a disagreement'.

So anyways, he was dressed in a white collared button-up shirt, black skinny jeans and a navy blazer with the sleeves rolled up.

I couldn't see his shoes, but I would happily put my money on him wearing converse of some other kind of trainer shoes. 

"Uhmm... Thanks" he chuckled, running a hand through his bouncy fringe of curls.

I could feel my cheeks getting even redder and hotter then before- come on styles, it's like you want me to explode or something!

"So where we going then?" I asked after a few minutes of him driving in an eerie and awkward silence.

"I'd tell you but it's a surprise"

"You do realise I know this town like the back of my hand right?" I challenged.

"Who said anything about staying in this town?" He quickly looked away from the road and at me- displaying a face that made it obvious that he knew he had won our undeclared competition.

Well played styles... Well played...

Curiosity got the better of me, and I started messing around in the car, pressing all of the buttons- opening windows, changing the climate control, I even discovered a built in GPS system that Harry hadn't known about!

I must of being annoying the crap out of the famous driver, but he never stopped smiling at me. He was so damn cute.

He flicked a few buttons himself and turned the radio on.

"I got this feeling on a summer day when you were gone,  

 I crashed my car into the bridge, 

 I watched I let it burn"

I recognised the song as soon as it started- everyone loves abit of icona pop.

"I DON'T CARE... I LOVE IT!" Me and Harry both belted out at the same time. Although, obviously his voice was like a hundred times better then mine.

"Do you like the ramones?" He asked me without even looking away from the road.

"Yes,"

"Imagine dragons?"

"Yeaaah"

"The Rolling Stones?"

"Well... Duh!"

He smiled again, obviously impressed that my music taste was so similar to his.

The quick fire questions seemed to be over for now, and gone was the awkward silence. I already felt like I could be myself around this boy and I'd only known him a day- how crazy is that?!

"So anyways, I never really got to thank you for saving my ass last night" I felt a shiver down my spine as I remembered the reason for our meeting.

"Love, honestly don't worry about it!" He took one of his hands from the steering wheel and took hold of my hand that was closest to him. (Conveniently, this happened to be the one I was aggressively grabbed by the night before.)

He stroked the now faint, but still present red marks. " Couldn't see a pretty little thing like you get hurt... I'm just sorry about your wrist".

I put my free hand over his hand that was holding mine, and turned my body to face him so I could look into his beautiful green eyes.

"Harry, listen to me. You didn't have to help me, but you did. Most people didn't even realise anything weird was going on- but you did even though you had your back to me!" I felt a bit embarrassed by the fact that I was being so open with him already, but I had to carry on. It was like he had some kind of power over me.

"You can't beat yourself up over a few marks on my wrist. I don't even want to imagine what could have happened if he'd have gotten me out of the club, and thanks to you I don't have to!"

I felt the car stop and I realised that Harry had pulled over on the side of the road, as I looked out of the window I felt the need to continue further with my little confession.

"You had the attention of every girl in that club- but for some unknown reason you gave all of that up just to save me. I can't even explain how special that made me feel Harry..."

With my little speech over, I continued to stare out of the window. I couldn't bring myself to look at Harry because I had no idea what his reaction was going to be like.

I was shocked when he cupped my face with his hands and turned me towards him. He started intently into my eyes for a few moments before speaking.

"Freya... You have no idea how fucking perfect you are".