London Lights |Harry Styles AU

TWO|Larry's Loan Shop

My calves were burning as an aching pain passed through my thighs down and up to my toes. I was already sweaty and my strawberry and rose scented perfume was long gone. I was pretty sure that I didn't smell so good. "How long?" I ask in one breath, struggling to catch up with him. We have been walking for more than ten minutes and we are not even halfway there. 

"Hey, you chose to come. So if you want to come, you better stop complaining. Or, you can just shoo away," He responds, waving his hands in some motion, supposedly trying to shoo me away.

I hissed. How dare he try to act like this towards me? The thing is, practically all the boys at my town and school literally kiss the ground I walk on back in Nevada. So should he. Instead, he's being an asshole who's disrespecting me. Does he even know who the hell my dad is?

"Do you know who I am?" I finally ask out of agony. 

"Who?" He says in response. His face is blank like a fresh new printer paper. There is no marks and not even stray marks, just blank. No emotions or expression was shown.

"I''m the youngest daughter of Aaron Mathew Sanders, who in fact, is one of the most successful businessmen around the world in economy," I introduce, crossing my hands and leaning back against my suitcase. 

He finally turns around. There's a smile on his face. He then laughs. At me. He is laughing at me. 

"I don't know why you wasted your time using your breath, talking about things I could care less  about," He snorts, scrunching his nose, causing me to frown.

"Do you not care that I am the daughter of one of the richest businessmen?" I repeat in anger. I should really tell my dad about him. 

"I don't care about useless stuff. I don't pay attention to who's rich or who's poor. I also don't care about who's on the upper, lower, or middle caste. Life's way too short to spent worrying on that," He reasons. I couldn't believe it. He was acting like I was something stuck to his shoes. He was brushing me off.

"You-" I dagger my finger at him but he interrupts me. 

"Curse, yell all you want with your pretty little mouth, see if I care," He smirks, turning his back towards me. I end the conversation between us for a while because honestly, I have nothing as a comeback to say back to him.

"Ugh, how long has it been?" I ask a bit later.

He turns to look at me. He gives me a look that signifies a 'what am I going to do with you,' look. "twenty-two minutes and thirty-two seconds," He finally replies. He must've read my facial expression because then he adds, "Don't worry, we'll be there soon enough," 

"Can you please drag my suitcase for me? It's pretty heavy and I have been dragging onto it for the past twelve hours," I suddenly ask. 

"Anything that will make you stop complaining," He shrugs, taking my suitcase in his left arms. Finally, I feel free and my strength regains. I am still tired as hell, but better.

After a little bit more than half an hour of walking, we finally stand in front of the loan shop. 

"Larry's Loan Shop," The boy standing next to me reads at the top. 

A sick, weird smell suddenly appears making me hold my nose using my hands. "Ew, it stinks in here," I tell him. He looks at me and rolls his green eyes. 

"You better get used to it now, it gets even worse," He informed. Oh, thanks very much for your concern. Before I can even comprehend to understand and respond back, a chubby guy with little specks of gray hair appears. "Harry, my man, you're back!" The guy greets in a British accent. So this guy who made me lose my bus, his name was Harry. Harry. 

Harry walks towards him and does a handshake. "You bet I am," He nods, laughing softly.

"So, what's the problem this time?" The guy, whom I'm assuming is called Larry, asks. "I see you've brought a hot beach babe, you two a thing or what?" I hear Larry whisper, glancing at me, making me a bit uncomfortable. He was talking about me, that was obvious. Harry follows Larry's gaze and turns back. "Oh no. We're not. We both missed the bus to this year's London Tour they hold every summer," Harry answers, firmly nodding. 

"But, didn't you go last year?" Larry questions.

"Yeah, but I'm substituting for my pal, Louis. He had a last second emergency," Harry responds. Larry nods. 

It feels awkward being that only girl just standing there, away from a distance, watching two men talk. 

"Alright, so let's move on, shall we?" Larry asks in his loud voice, as both Harry and I nod. "Let's get you a car that you can loan," I follow both of them into a garage where many dusty, broken looking cars are held. These look terrible, nothing like what my father owns.

I can't help but let out a small sneer by looking at those cars. Harry notices, because he makes a quick remark. "These are loaning cars, what do you expect," I could hear the irritation in his voice. I shake my head slowly and look away.

"I think that red one all the way in the last row is good," Harry finally mumbles in response. I follow his gaze to that one. It's not the best looking, but it looks okay. Better than most of them here. 

"That will be 66.36 Euro in one month. Since you're loaning for one month and a half, it will be 99. 54 Euros,"  Larry informs, taking out a key.

"C'mon mate, I always come to your place. I'm one of your biggest customers around here, can you at least cheapen the price a bit more?" Harry bargains.

"Sorry mate, this is the cheapest I can give you," Larry shrugs, walking to his little room in the corner. "So you going to loan it or not?" 

"Yeah, we have to anyways," Harry mutters under his breath.

"I'll pay," I suggest to both of them. Already taking out a 100 dollar and a 20 dolar bill which could be converted to Euros. 

"No, you won't," Harry says rather raspily, gritting his teeth. I don't understand his problem. I don't get why he's suddenly so pissed at me.

"I insist," I insist, forcing Larry to take the dollar bill. 

"Fine," Harry groans and runs his hands down his face. He lets out a loud sigh before leaning against the table. 

"The car's all yours," Larry smiles widely, showing some of his missing teeth in the corner of his mouth. 

"Yeah, thanks, mate," Harry grumbled, walking to the car. "Thank's for your help," 

He sits down on the front seat, his hands gripping on the steering wall. He looks at me boldly. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I realize that he's speaking to me and I finally return from zoning out. I sit down on the passenger seat next to him and slam the door shut. 

"It's 10:27," I notify him. "Yeah, I know. We have to get back there by 12: 45. It's possible," He bites the inside of his cheek. Which I noticed was a bad habit of his, though I only had met him for a short period of time. 

He leans his head against the open window of the car and waves goodbye to Larry. I watch him drive and suddenly, we are back outside again. The sun rose, and there were other car's on the road, too. It was a peaceful ride, none of us were bickering nor talking. But after what seemed like twenty minutes, I felt like I had the urge to pee. I didn't think that I would be able to hold it in since this will be a long ride. I also had to pee, badly.

"Harry," I finally speak for the first time in the ride. 

"What?" He grumbled, not even looking at me.  

"I need to use the bathroom," I tell him, shaking my knees because I was feeling uncomfortable. He finally looks at me, but his expression is sour. He looks like he wants to pull out his hair due to frustration.