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Chapter Twenty Three

"Are you sure that I should control the music?" I laughed to Harry as he was pulling out of the driveway.

"I don't know, I'm letting you because I have to get used to your music."

"I don't always listen to One Direction or 5SOS, you know?"

"What do you listen to?"

"You'll see." I smirked before clicking on my Spotify.

I seriously have the largest variety of music that I listen to. Reggae, Pop, Rap, Country, 80s, 90s and even Classical, it's a bit odd to some people.

Once I clicked my car ride playlist, I knew this would be interesting with the two of us.

"My girl just caught me. You let her catch you? I don't know how I let this happen. With who? The girl next door, you know? Mannn. I don't know what to do! Say it wasn't you. Alright." I said to Harry as he shook his head.

"Since when do you speak Jamaican?"

"I sing an entire song and that's all you got out of that?" I glared to him as we were at a light.

"Yes, it was impressive."

"No one ever knows what he says anyway." I shrugged making him laugh.

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Stopping twice for Harry to go to the bathroom and me singing every song three hours later, we finally were in Holmes Chapel.

"Harry, do you have my anxiety pills?" I asked awkwardly.

"Yes, Sabrina sent them to me."

"Good, I'll probably need them because if this goes anyway like it did in that fan fiction I wrote. It's all over." I shook my head making him laugh.

"You'll be fine, I promise." He smiled over to me as we drove more.

"Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere!" Plays through the radio and I literally get so excited.

"I have to listen to this song, babe."

"We're almost to my house." He laughed.

"Please." I pleaded.

"I'll take a detour." He rolled his eyes driving as I danced.

"I found you Ms. New Booty, get it together and bring it back to me. Hit the players club for about a month or two. Put his hand on it then see what he do."

He just rolled his eyes as we drove around the neighborhood so I could sing but once he pulled into the driveway, I was still going at it.

"Stop recording me!" I said as he faced the phone towards me.

"Come on, this is too perfect to pass up."

"Harry, I do this all the time." I laughed as he put the phone down.

"But you never get this excited." He laughed at me.

"Come on, we probably shouldn't sit in the driveway all day."

"You're on child lock." He said getting out and shutting his door.

"I'm not surprised." I groaned rolling my eyes.

"I just want you to be treated like a princess, is that too much?"

"No but when you like to dress us the same, I question it." I giggled as he rolled his eyes at me.

"You're still going to update this week right?" I just glared at him as I grabbed my bags but he took it from me.

"Really Harold?"