A/N I know this one is short, but the next one is important! I'd love you forever if you left me a comment/voted!
Luckily for me the only eventful part of my night was the near bar fight that had occurred with Harry and the random drunk. Whilst it meant that my shift seemed to last for eternity, it also meant that I didn't have to get between to angry men threatening to fight each other.
Once again, I had been given the late shift, so I found myself leaving the club someone around 2am, struggling to even keep my eyes open. Thank god I had a few days off now to recover from my lack of decent sleep.
As I walked past the security and down the alley in which I always parked my car, I noticed a dark figure was stood by the passenger door. Frightened, I tried to see who was there - whoever it was must have noticed my movement and turned to face me. The change of position of the figure meant that the streetlight now struck his face, and I could make out the distinct features of Harry.
'You scared me.' I said to him.
To my utter surprise he lifted the side of his mouth up into a smirk then grinned back at me.
'Sorry about that.'
'What are you doing here anyway?'
He looked me straight in the eyes and sighed.
'Coming home with you obviously. Why else would I be standing by your car? Now are you going to let me in? It's freezing out here.'
I didn't really know how to deal with his outright cockiness, so I simply unlocked my car door and watched him climb in.
On the drive back to the house I found myself glancing in his direction regularly. The last time I had seen him he was tired and hung over, the difference between that night and now was huge.
He was quite good looking really. His curls fell naturally in place, his eyes were a clear green and his lips were the prettiest I had ever seen on a boy.
'You know it's dangerous to stare at me while you should be driving?'
I was completely embarrassed, well mortified is probably more accurate. I must have been really obvious with my glancing.
'What are you doing in my car anyway?'
This question seemed to throw him, as though he thought it was an honour for me to have him in my car in the first place and I should be questioning it.
'I needed to talk to someone.'
