Serendipitous (Harry Styles) [BOOK ONE]

10| çarnival

10| çarnival

"Here, put this on. It's going to be freezing." Harry hands me a flannel jacket to put over my white top. I take it and flash him a smile before slipping it on. It hangs a bit too large but it's warm.

It's now six. The sky is beginning to set and my excitement is beginning to grow. I wait impatiently for Harry at the front door while he stands in front of a mirror ruffling his hair in a good position before tying a bandana to push his curls out of his face.

I roll my eyes. I barely even checked myself in the mirror. He's probably doing this on purpose.

I watch as he grabs the keys and walks towards me, his eyes focused on the ground.

He reaches for the handle before stopping and turning to me. "Before we leave..." I scoff when he pulls out some handcuffs.

"You're not going to tie my hands up are you?" What will people think when they see someone walking around in public with both their hands handcuffed.

"Not exactly." Harry smirks and grabs my right wrist and locks the handcuff around it. I stare in confusion as he handcuffs his own left wrist so that I am literally stuck to Harry.

"You've got to be kidding me." Now I know why Harry insisted I wore a jacket. He knew it would be baggy on me and therefore the sleeves were big enough to conceal the metal around my wrist.

"Let's go." Harry walks slightly fast and I drag along next to him as we both make out way out of the building (it takes us about ten minutes just to reach ground level) and into the private car park.

When we reach the car, it hits Harry that it'll be difficult to both get in when we're tied together.

"Just get the key, I won't run." I roll my eyes.

"Fuck, I left them on the kitchen bench." Harry looks pissed at himself.

"There's no way I'm going back up there. My ankle's already starting to hurt." I whine.

Harry thinks for a moment. "You get in first through the drivers side, and then I'll follow through." He says. I sigh but nod. This will be difficult, especially since the handcuff chain is extremely short and Harry and I's wrists are almost touching.

Harry opens the car door and I climb through, my wrist being pulled behind me as I make my way over the divider and into the passengers seat. The whole thing was an uncomfortable situation, especially with my butt in Harry's face.

Harry drives flawlessly with one hand, even though I'm evidently nervous that he's going too fast. I've never driven a car before, in fact it was extremely rare for me to even be a passenger in a car. Everything I needed was always at home.

The drive is in pure silence, and even though I'm tremendously excited, I don't show it. Harry still irritates me, and all that sweet act didn't make me forget exactly who he was.

Half an hour later, we pull up to a open field filled with other cars parked. It's completely night now, but the carnival lights brighten up the whole place. "Wow." I stare breathlessly out the window.

Harry opens his side of the door and climbs out, and I have to follow through that way as well. When we successfully exit the car, Harry takes my tied hand in his, catching me off guard. "We're going to make it look like we're a couple, alright?" He pulls me close to him and I grunt. I look down at our hands and see that the handcuffs are completely concealed by our sleeves.

"Oh, and one more thing." Harry leans over to my ear and whispers, "if you even try to cause a scene," he guides my free hand to his waist and I feel something hard sticking out of his waistband. My eyes widen. Would Harry really kill me in front of all these innocent people? I'm not taking the risk to find out.