on the road // n.s.

vii

harry

03:45. I woke up from faint car honks. I opened my eyes seeing that I'm outside and laying in a very hard surface, my car hood. There's an arm wrapped around my hip and head laying on my chest. I smiled as the memories of last night play through my head.

"Will you let me help you?" he said with a soft voice, looking at me as if I was a fragile person. I'm not fragile. I was left alone to this world to be independent and strong. I'm far from being fragile.

"Why do you care?"

"Because I like you" he confessed, looking down at his lap like a shy kid who got scolded by their parents for lying. To say, I was shock was an understatement. I don't even know what game I am playing.

"You like me? You just met me. I'm practically a stranger for you. You don't know me. I am able to kill you right now because no one would even know you were with me, and people wouldn't ask me. And I don't care about you."

"Well, would you do that? Kill me?"

My heart was thumping through my chest. I don't know what's making me feel all these. Would I really kill him if I wanted to? Do I care about him?

Yes.

"No" I looked at him deep in his blue eyes that are currently sparkling right now from the city lights, making it the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. That is until he leaned in and kissed me.

"If people don't care about you then I care. You need fixing and I'm here to fix you" he said with a smile on his tone once he pulled away. My eyes are still shut but I leaned my forehead towards his.

"I like you too" and I kissed him.

I'm caressing Niall's arm when he stirred awake. He groaned and looks at the surroundings, must be confused as I am.

"Morning sleeping beauty" my voice raspy from my sleep. I was smiling like an idiot right now and I wouldn't even notice if my cheeks weren't hurting right now.

"Good morning" he smiled, pecking my chest and laying his head back there. "What time is it"

"Quarter to four"

He hummed as a reply, playing with the tattoos on my right arm that entwines his other hand. "When did you get these tattoos?"

"When I turned 18?" I said almost as if I was asking myself.

Never have I told myself to put ink permanently in my skin. It looks dirty to people and it would be a lot hard if you find a job and the interviewer would see your skin with permanent inks.

But the whole situation changes everything. I tattoo just to put myself in pain, physically.

I feel pain in the insides, and it feels painful, loads. I didn't want to be some kind of depressed teenagers who questions why their crush doesn't like them back or why didn't they passed their tests or why does their parents divorced, or why don't they have a butt like Jennifer Lopez or lips like Angelina Jolie.

So I moved on and well, I guess tattooed all my problems in my skin.

"Do you wanna go home?" I felt scared. This is my first lovey-dovey moment with someone and I don't know what will happen after this.

He looks as if he was also thinking the same thing as me "Would you come with me?"

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here you go ppl, narry's first kiss

2 more chapters and this story's done!!, 😿

dedicated to emily (strawharries) bc she's my new sugar friend 😹💕