Choose Your Own Direction - Harry Styles

Breathe

Hugh easily hefted you into the passenger seat of the corvette. He appeared suddenly at your side in the drivers seat. You laid you head back, waiting for the adrenaline to wear off.

“ Yikes. If I was a woman, I wouldn't want to date me either.” Hugh's voice was soft but still so loud.

You giggle, through it came out as more of a hiccup. He tried several more times to incite a happier response. Eventually clearing the cloud in your head and the beat in your chest; you turn to him, silently pleading he doesn't freak out on you. But he just smiled gently.

“ Feeling better?” He kept a steady gaze.

You nod. “ Thank you?”

Silence.

He put his right hand on the steering wheel. “ Do you get those a lot?”

“ What?”

“ Those...I'm not sure. Panic attacks? I can't imagine you being too upset about the wine...”

“ Er, not really. Or at least, I didn't until recently.”

It was his turn to nod. “ Let's get you home.”

He took his hand back and put it on the wheel with his other hand, leaving yours cold and empty.

“ Well heres your stop.” He put it in park. “ You still look worried.”

“ I ruined it.”

“ It's okay. We can try again. You owe me.” He flashed a sheepish grin.

You smile back. “ I mean, I ruined the publicity part of it. The paparazzi and or witnesses aren't going to speak well of this. And you aren't getting what you need for your film.

He shrugged. “ I can find other ways.”

“ I'm sorry.”

“ Don't worry about it.”

“ But really. I don't want to put that sort of thing on you.”

“ (y/n).” His urgency increased.

“ Hugh, I-”

He pressed a rough kiss to your lips, right as a flash went off. You both turn to the camera-wielding offender. He scampers off, a grin spread across his face.

“ There. We're even.” He smiles a little more reassuringly as he pulled away. Your lips stayed in a slight pucker as you ran your fingers across the smooth skin. He paused for a moment before speaking quickly. “ Do you maybe want to come over?”

“ Erm, what?” You dropped your hand.

“ Ah, just to talk. Maybe, lemme make up this rubbish date to you.”

“ I-”

No. Abso-fricken-lutely not. > Kthnxbye

I don't want to...I'm also going to hang with Harry tomorrow > Free time

Hm blushes maybe this could go in my favor. > Up all night

Leave him wanting more, then literally leave > Sassypants