Precious // h.s

sixteen

Evelyn~

Harry and I haven been dating for two weeks now and I guess it's been going well. We have tiny arguments, but nothing too big. I finish making breakfast just as Harry appears in the giant kitchen. It's very spacious and I like it because I don't bump into anything.

"Morning." I smile.

"Made me food?" He strides over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek and then my neck.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." I inform him.

"No, you are." He smirks.

I smile and roll my eyes as he let go of me. Harry and his dirty talk is normal for me to hear now. It isn't that weird, but it's still a little. I sit across from him at the high table and we both begin to eat.

"What are we gonna do today?" I ask.

He throws a sliced strawberry that's on his plate at me and I stick my middle finger up, "we are going to do whatever you want." He cheekily smiles.

A few days ago we visited the doctors and I opted for the shot birth control, so that task is already out of the way. What do I want to do today?

"Wanna go see a movie?" He asks me.

"No." I snap, I hate the movies.

"Damn, giving me attitude, missy?"

I smile at him and continue to eat my food. Once we're both finished, I clean up after the two of us and Harry patiently waits for me to be done. When I am, I return to where I was sitting.

"Let's do something fun." I say.

"Car shopping?" Harry asks and I immediately shake my head, no way. "Come on. You can't possible drive that ugly Toyota for the rest of you life."

My jaw drops at his words, "I love my car." I lie.

"No, you don't." He grins.

"Okay, but I still don't want you buying me things."

"Are we going to argue about this, too?" Harry says.

"I wasn't awake that we were going to argue."

"Okay, then let's go." He literally drags me out of the door.

I could barely put on my shoes. He opened the passenger door and practically shoved me inside. Why is he either anxious or excited?

"What kind of car?" He asks and I narrow my eyes at him, not answering his question. "Audi? Okay."

"I said I don't want you buying me a car, why can't you listen to me for once?" I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest, leaning back and sinking into my leather seat.

"Why don't you let me spoil you?" He asks, tilting his head and I ignore him.

Harry puts his hand on my leg, wanting me to talk to him. I look over at him, my face completely impassive. He furrows his eyebrows and then leans over the centre console to try and kiss me, but I back away.

"Let me kiss you." He demands, pouting a little.

"No." I scrunch up my face in fake disgust.

"Let me spoil and kiss you because you're my girl." He grabs my hand.

My heart flutters at his simple words. I just stare at him as he holds my hand. He keeps his mouth shut and I mentally roll my eyes and say something.

"You're so annoying."

"But you love me." He smiles and then starts to drive.

"You're not going to buy me a car and that is final."

"You can't stop me, baby." Harry squeezes my hand.

It's going to be a long day.

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