Unconditionally // A Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson Fanfic

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Scarlett's P.O.V

I turned to see Jasmine, who was in the same situation as me but I could clearly see how much she enjoyed being in Louis's arms. I had to admit that I did too, but this was something I would never imagine to happen.

"Harry, I can walk" I told him shyly.

"And that's fantastic" he sarcastically grinned widely.

I shurgged in his arms and started to squirm, trying to make him set me down but he was too strong and I was awfully whimpy.

"Darling, I'm going to drop you" he warned.

"That's kind of the point".

"Why is it so hard in letting me please you?" he asked me, stoping at the right car.

I stared at him, a little touched in his intentions and being this close, I realized it was too teasing in not to kiss him. I swallowed the urge, regretting in not taking the opportunity.

"There are other simple ways" I said.

He gave a half smile, "My way".

I shurgged, "Your way is too expensive".

Harry chuckled as he exposed those gorgeous dimples and admiring the beautiful blessing of his charming laugh. He opened the car door and placed me inside as if my legs weren't functioning right, he eventually closed the door and made his way inside.

Settling in, I crossed my legs and made myself comfortable while I waited for him to start the engine. I turned to look at Harry who took me by surprise as he reached over, slowly slide his hands over my waist and grabbed my seat belt. It took me a moment to understand what he was doing but I eventually shurgged seeing how he placed my seat belt on me.

He stopped his tracks right infront of my face, inches away of my lips and only our glarring eyes locked for a split second. Harry's breath pitched, I inhaled it as it's menty flavor triggered my sensitive nerves and we both flickered our eyes straight to our lips. We both had the same intentions, it was a little to obvious now which made the moment more intense. I felt how he rested his hand on my waist, I gripped the edge of the seat tighter each second as I contained my desperate need for a kiss. He made it so hard not to steal one, I was so encouraged to do it but I some how froze.

Harry relents, softens his face and instead of leaning in, he pecks my forehead while I slowly disinflate like a air balloon.

"We should really get going, the others already left the parking lot" he told me.

"Yeah" I sighed a little disappointed.

I really wanted to kiss him, I was so close but some how he didn't take the shot and now I regretted in not being smart in taking it instead. I hear Harry start the car and drove us out into the rode while I turned the radio on and insearch for an interesting station. When I find one, the song 'Style' by Taylor Swift is on and I grinned in aprove. Harry immediately frowns at it and changes the station, leaving it to funky music while I give him an absolute incredulous look at his unexpected actions.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"Nothing" he casually says.

I lifted an eyebrow, "That was a really nice song".

"I don't really like it".

"How come?"

He only shurgged off the question and concentrated on the rode as if nothing had ever happened, leaving me  curious to know.

Before I insist to ask for the second time, my phone interruptes and I hesitate to answer but I eventually did.

"Hello?".