Drive. - Harry Styles

Chapter Four

Harry's POV 

I raised my hands up to my face, feeling guilt for my action. I was shocked at my own choices, I could tell she was too. Her cheeks flushed red, she smirked and looked down at her fingers. 

"Don't be sorry," She said lightly, I laughed lightly while standing up. Her room was a light pink, she had posters of various bands on her wall. There was a small wooden desk in the corner beside a large white cabinet it was full of books, old and new. She noticed me searching her room, but just smiled. Her mattress was on the floor next to a small side table. She pulled her laptop and phone from under the covers and placed both on her desk. 

"Do you like my room or something.." She asked, I laughed while nodding. 

"So are you one of those girls who are all mysterious" I glance at her posters "You listen to metal and smoke" 

"That doesn't make me dark or mysterious." I laughed, while her phone buzzed on the wood of her desk. She stood up and nearly ran to it. She brought the phone to her ear, and smiled. 

"Hello" she asked lightly, I couldn't hear the voice on the other side. She laughed and smiled at the persons remarks. She hangs up and places the phone next to her. She looked absolutely stunning, with her blonde waves cascading over her shoulders. I wanted to ask her on a date again, but i'm scared to get close, and I hate being alone. She smirks while walking passed me, out the door. I followed her like a lost puppy around the halls, she made her way to the kitchen. She was in a long black shirt, with a band on the front. I liked her music taste, it was so… Hot. When she reached up to the cabinet her shirt hung a little higher, revealing her lace light pink and blue panties. I couldn't help myself to not look, I had to. I laughed as she turned around. I smirked whilst taking a seat at the island in the middle of the small kitchen. She placed a bowl on the table pouring cereal, then milk inside. She sat across from me and took a mouth full. 

"What?" She said cheekily, I laughed at her while she swallowed the food. I laughed as she hit my arm playfully. 

She was so cute, I felt my phone vibrate from my pocket. It was Valerie. "Where are you?" It read. I ignored. I placed my phone next to me on the table, she crunched down on her food whilst spinning from side to side on her chair. 

"Could I maybe, take you on a date.." I said, my voice was shaky as I looked down at my lap. I was afraid of her answer. 

"I'd like that." She said with a smile, I was shocked. My head flicked up, I glanced at her. "What.." She asked at my actions 

"I'm just surprised, you were screaming at me yesterday and the day before and now you have me at your house and your telling me that you would like to go on a date with me." I blurt out. 

"Your right." She said lightly. What? I'm right? "I shouldn't have had you over," What is she talking about. "I don't even know you and your sitting here in my kitchen while i'm pants less" 

"Don't say that." I say 

"I think you should go.." What is she thinking? Why is she doing this. 

"Listen Mere, i'm not going to let you fuck with my mind and be perfectly fine one minute and telling me to leave the next" I yell, "You just fucking finished saying how you would like to go on a date with me, then 2 minutes later your saint you don't know me." 

"Don't call me Mere. My name is Meredith." She says while walking over to the door. She caressed the handle and twists it open, I walk out and slam my car door shut. Speeding down the street. 

Meredith's POV 

I watched him drive down the street, the cold air sending shivers down my spine. What the fuck did I just do. I always fucking do this. I slam the door shut and run into my bedroom. I grab the books from my shelf and slam them on the floor, I repeatedly throw things at the hard wood. Smashing and breaking. The sound of glass shattering filled the house, I ran over to my bed; avoiding the glass shards. I pull my mattress up, and pull a shiny sharp piece of metal from underneath. I lean against my bed as the tears come rushing down my face. The feeling of relief filled my body, I missed the pain. I felt joy, the fact was sick and twisted but I couldn't help myself. I'm going crazy. I'm finding joy in hurting myself, I just kicked Harry out and yelled at him, I just need to get away from this. I grabbed a backpack and shoved various different clothes inside. I smashed open my old piggy bank and grabbed the money from it and put it in my front pocket along with my carton of cigarettes and baggie. I placed the razor in the side pocket and zipped it close. I pulled my jacket on along with my beanie and walked out the door. I put a smoke between my teeth and brought the lighter to the end, inhaling the first bit and breathing out. I'm not sure where I was going, but I just need to go somewhere for a little bit at least. I walked to the bridge where Niall and I usually hang out. I texted him to come and he obviously did. 

"I thought you were with Harry" He said while walking up behind me, I gasped; not knowing he was there. 

"He left, I can't handle this anymore Niall." I said lightly, he sat beside me and held me. He was my best friend, he knew everything about me. He knows about my father and my mother, he knows about my addictions and about childhood. Something I could never share with others. 

"It was your father wasn't it.. Did he push you off the edge" He said while squeezing me, 

"No, well in a way. He called me things before he left for the night. I broke down once Harry left." 

"What did he do." He said, his voice was filled with panic. 

"Nothing. I kicked him out, we were talking normally then he asked me to go on a date with him, I said yes. But then reality hit me." 

"What do you mean by that.." He questioned 

"I mean, I realized it wouldn't work. He's.. Harry." 

"What do you mean he's Harry," 

"He sleeps around with girls, all the time." 

"Yeah, but-" I cut him off 

"Can we change subjects."  

He laughs and nods his head. "Do you wanna, you know." He points to his back pack. 

"No, not really." I blurt out, and laugh. I didm't always want to do it, I like it I guess.. But not that much. 

His hand slides up my sleeve, I jerk my arm back while looking up at him. I feel ashamed. 

"Where are you planning on staying.." 

"No idea." I laughed, "I need to go, sorry." He said while standing up, he nearly ran away; leaving me to just sit there like an idiot. I was abandoned, I sat there for what felt like forever. The snow fell lightly, leaving piles of white shimmering fluff everywhere. I watched Niall's farm disappear as he walked down the bridge. I was still unsure of where I was planning on going for the night, but I sure as hell know I'm not spending the night at that death trap of a home. I was going to call Valerie, but she's most likely at Jordan's party. Where everyone is. I truly don't want to go, but I know that I have no better choice. I stood up and walked down to Jordan's house. I looked so sloppy, my hair was in messy waves, along with a beanie. I was wearing light was denim skinny jeans and a jacket. At least I don't have to worry about any guys hitting on me tonight. I could hear the loud thumping music from down the street. I took a deep breath and walked inside, it was crammed with a bunch of different people. I spotted Jordan, Valerie and Dakotah. Val's legs were resting on Dakotah's lap, they both had a red cup full of some kind of alcohol. 

"Mere bear!" Valerie slurs, I hated when people called me that. It sounds like I'm eight, "Don't call me that" I said as she wrapped her arms around my neck hugging me. 

"Why do you have your backpack?" She asked while letting go, she was obviously completely wasted; I could smell the vodka off her. 

"I just need a place to stay" 

"I will get you a drink baby cakes" she slurred while standing up, what is with all the pet names? I sat on the couch next to Dakotah as I spotted Niall rushing though the crowd of people swarming around the house. "There a huge fight!" he yelled over the music, we all followed him. As I pushed my way through the crowd I noticed a dark haired boy on top of a sandy blonde boy. Shit. 

Harry's fist slammed into Hayden's face multiple times. "Harry!" I screamed as he turned around and looked at me. I gulped, awaiting for what was going to happen next. He stood up, leaving Hayden sitting in pain. He gabbed my wrist and pulled me outside. He walked over to his car, still holding on to me. I could tell her was furious his eyes were pitch black. He opened the passenger door and instructed me to get inside. I chose not to argue with him and got inside. He speeded down the dark streets.