Just Kidding

Red

Taylor.

It was windy outside while I waited for Harry. I watched him walk put of the airport and run towards the plane.

"Hey," He said. I knew he wanted to kiss me. He leaned in at first, but stopped midway and backed up.

I felt sad a little because I remember how I would have such a terrible day and the only thing that made it better, was Harry.

"Hey." I replied to him. I helped him put his stuff in the car and he grabbed my small toiletry bag.

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It was a long flight and a long check in time. Harry was so tired, he started getting bags under his eyes. I was tired and grumpy. I couldn't tell though, if I was hungry or tired. I think I was both.

"He said it is going to take another hour for the maid to finish cleaning." Harry came back to where I was waiting. He was talking to the guy because he claimed to have great relations with him. I actually giggled at that. "Do you want to get something to eat?" He asked.

I grabbed his wrist and looked at his watch. "Where are we going to go at two AM?" I asked him.

"We could drive around until we find something?" He suggested. I thought about it for a minute, deciding that it might be fun.

"Okay."

Harry told the guy at the front desk that we would be back, he even tried to be intimidating and say "our room better be ready, or else" that sort of thing. It was entertaining to see this 18 year old, try and be threatening, even though he's incredibly tired.

Harry was kind enough to grab my bag for me. I thanked him and we walked out to the rental car. Harry grabbed my hand and laced our hands together as we walked out of the lobby. I didn't mind it. I sort of missed him, in a way.

He opened the door to the back seat and put my purse on the floor behind the passenger seat. He started walking back over to the drivers side, and then he came back with a small smile on his face. I tried to hide my smile as he opened my door for me.

He waited until I got in to shut it and walk back to his side. He was still smiling when he got in. I pushed my smile away while I put my seatbelt on. He started to drive and I couldn't stop myself from reaching over the center console and grabbing his hand.

"Why is your hand so big?" I asked, examining his hand like I've never seen it before.

"My dad had giant hands." He was smiling. "And I eat a lot of me spinach." He started with a Scottish accent. I laughed and put his hand back down. "Why are you blonde?" He asked, still in a Scottish accent.

"Me moder." I pretended to be irish. He laughed and pulled the car over. "Wat are ya doin, herry?" I was still talking in the Irish accent.

"Subway?" He pointed to a building he was stalking towards. It was a very dark street and the headlights on this car weren't bright enough. So Harry was driving a little slower than usual, thank god.

"I like subway." I nodded my head once. We finally pulled up to the parking lot and Harry shut the car off. "Ehem." I cleared my throat.

Harry nodded his head and rushed to get out of the car. I was slowly taking my seatbelt off while he ran around the car and to the passenger side. I giggled when he opened the car door. I got out and Harry opened the backseat door, and grabbed my purse.

He held my hand during our walk inside of the subway shop. "I don't think I've ever seen a 24 hour subway." I said to Harry.

"Yeh, me neither." He was still pretending to be scottish. Harry held the door open for me as I walked inside. He wrapped his arm around my waist while we looked at their giant menu.

Harry began ordering and ordered for me. The girl behind the counter looked like she wasn't getting paid enough to work here. I laughed and tried to be as nice as possible to help make her job easier. She did smile when Harry ordered though. She gushed about how big of a fan she was and talented he is.

I know she hated me. She looked at him and then saw me and rolled her eyes behind her visor. Then she didn't look at Harry at all while while she made the sandwhiches.

Then Harry, out of nowhere, planted a wet kiss right on my mouth. I didn't even see it coming. I immediately turned away though, not just because of my own emotions, but because the girl didn't need to see this. Harry was being a complete asshole and it wasn't fair. This girl was his fan.

I stayed quiet while we paid and grabbed our chips and drinks. Harry was being cheeky the entire time. And then we walked out of the shop. When Harry got in the car, I lost it.

"What is with you lately?!" I yelled.

"What?" He asked, clueless.

"Why did you kiss me like that in front of her? She's your fan, Harry." I wiped my mouth again just thinking of his lips on mine.

"I am tired of the hate they give. You know she is part of the- Why can't they see that I love you, so why can't they love you or at least respect that I do?!" He yelled back.

"Because they want you all to themselves, Harry!" I can't believe I was even having this fight with him. "That was-"

"Why don't you let me kiss you?" He asked, very frustrated. I was stuck just staring at him for a while.

"I'm not having this argument with y-"

"Tell me!" He yelled.

"I'm not going to-"

"Why not?!"

"Because I won't-"

"Why!"

"HARRY!" I screamed. "I'm not going to talk about this in a rental car, parked at a subway." I was on the verge of a mental break down. "Can we please just go back to the hotel?" I looked at Harry with a pleading look.

He was watching me for a minute before sighing and putting the key in the ignition.