Drive. - Harry Styles

Chapter Nine

"You." His words made my chest tighten, what was he thinking about me..

I laughed and shook the subject off.

"It smells good."

He smiled and turned off the burner.

"Why is it so cold." I said with a shiver.

"Maybe because you're missing your pants, Love." He winked.

I felt the blood creep to my cheeks, making them a light pink. His warm lips gently kissed my tinted cheek. I watched him as he finished preparing breakfast.

"So how many girls did you kiss at the bar last night." The words tumbled out of my mouth.

"Nobody." He spoke in an abrupt tone.

"S-Sorry.."

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"You can shower if you want." He smirked " Or you know, we could shower together."

"I think I'll be good on my own, thanks though." He deeply chuckled as I exited the room.

His bathroom was big, and a lot neater then I imagined. I opened the door to see Harry sitting on the bed on his laptop. "I need a t-towel.." He laughed and stood up. He tossed a mint blue towel in my direction. "Thanks." I said smiling. I locked the door behind me, assuring Harry couldn't barge in. My fingers peeled Harry's t shirt from my torso, revealing my lace bra. Before pulling down his shorts, I re-assured that the door was locked. I turned the water on and waited for it to get warm. I squeezed out shampoo onto the palm of my hand. It smelled like him. I scrunched my nose to the strong smelling liquid and gently cleaned my hair. Realizing that I was going to smell like guy for the rest of the day.

I heard a light knock on the door, along with a soft voice.

"Mere."

"Yeah?"

"I'll be right back, I'm going to get coffee."

I laughed while finishing rinsing myself off. I pulled back the curtains and stepped on the furry carpet sprawled out on the tiles. I tried my hardest to dry my hair with the small damp towel. "Shit." I cursed under my breath after realizing I left my clothes in Harry's bedroom. I opened the door seeing Harry no where to be found. My body calmed down a bit after realizing there was no one to 'accidentally' make me drop my towel. I quickly picked up my clothes and ran back into the bathroom. I changed back into my un comfortable skinny jeans and top.

I heard the door open as I walked into the hallway, seeing Harry in his black skinny jeans and navy jumper. His cheeks and nose were a deep berry colour as I walked towards him.

"Is it really that cold." He nodded his head. Green orbs peering to me.

My hands slowly came up to his frozen cheeks, my warm palms gently producing heat to him. He smiled as I got on my tippy toes to kiss him lightly. His face now looking pale, unlike his usual dark tanned skin.

"I'm going to have to take you home."

I agreed with him while pulling on my black vans. He grabbed my jacket from the hanger and waited for me to put my arms through, once I complied he pulled out his keys from his back pocket and locked the flat door behind him. He gestured to dim hallway.

"What time do you work.." He asked while opening the door leading to the back of the apartments.

"One."

He pulled out his phone, checking the time.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Twelve. I'll drive you to work." He stated. I didn't argue.

He drove down the icey streets. The warm air from the small vents hit against my face as he pulled into my driveway.

"Come in with me." I said as he opened his door,

He walked over to the passenger seat door while letting me out; grabbing my hand. I intertwined our fingers as we walked up the front steps.

"If he asks you anything, don't reply."

He furrowed his eyebrows as I opened the door. I kicked my shoes off while dragging Harry up to my bedroom.

Harry's POV

Her room was a light purple, christmas lights hung up around the room. Illuminating the posters taped to her walls. Her bed was covered with blankets and what seemed to be a thousand pillows. She had a few picture frames around her room, all of her with friends.

She walked over to the bathroom connected to her bedroom. Flicking on the bright light. Her room looked much different then when I saw it the first time.

Meredith searched through her dresser pulling out numerous articles of clothing. Until she settled on maroon skinny jeans and a purple long sleeve.

"Ready?" I asked.

She nodded her head as I stood up. I grabbed her backpack and followed her down stairs. Her father was sat on the couch watching the television. Not paying any attention to Meredith; as always.

I slipped my white converse on as she opened the front door. The air was cold and dry. Meredith nearly ran to my car. I opened her door as she climbed up the large vehicle. I harshly slammed the door closed, making her jump. I walked over to my side and hopped in.