Save Me

Chapter 4

Harry's POV

After a while of driving in silence, I finally speak up.

"So, you like music?" I ask, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel.

"I guess so. It depends on what kind."

"Well, one fun part about life is that you can blast your music pretty much as loud as you want and you can't get in trouble. My iPod is in the glove compartment, see if there's anything you like."

"Actually someone can press charges if it's too loud. But whatever you say."

I roll my eyes and glance at her as she opens the glove compartment. She takes the iPod out and holds it in her hand, closing the glove compartment again.

"What's the password?" she asks.

"2022."

"Alrightttt....." she trails off as she looks through my music. Then, she bursts out laughing.

"Justin Bieber, Katy Perry, Rihanna, Selena Gomez? Who are you Harry Styles?"

"Ha ha, very funny. Just pick something."

"Fine." She plugs the iPod into the cable and picks a song, still holding it in her hand. I turn up the volume.

Baby, when we look up at the sky

We'll be shootin' starships passing by

You'll be coming home with me tonight

And we'll be burning up like neon lights

I feel my cheeks heat up and she laughs even harder.

"Oh don't be embarrassed, Demi is amazing," she smiles. Hey, at least I got that out of her. It's progress.

"She's hot, too."

"Don't push it, Styles. You said you were gonna turn it up, so turn it up."

"Not this song."

"You said to pick something I like. I like this."

"Anything but this!"

"Fine."

The song keeps playing, but finally turns off as a new one starts.

It's our party we can do what we want

It's our party we can say what we want

It's our party we can love who we want

We can kiss who we want, we can sing what we want

"No, not this either!" I say over the music.

"Oh, stop being difficult."

"We can listen if I get to see you twerk."

She looks at me and then out the window, her facial expression changing from semi-happy to sad and depressed. Well, she's set off pretty easily. Must've touched a nerve with that one.

"I'm sorry, I was kidding okay," I say, turning down the music.

"Whatever." She doesn't move.

"Don't fucking be like that now, Ariana."

"Be like what?"

"A bitch. It's a joke, I'm not trying to get you in bed. Or even see you twerk for that matter. Lighten up a little."

"You can't tell me to lighten up in a situation like this."

"You brought it upon yourself."

"Oh, I'm sorry Harry. I'm sorry that I'm used to being violated every single day at school because every idiotic excuse for a guy thinks it's okay. I don't know you. I'm sorry I have my guard up. I'm sorry that I'm depressed. I'm so very sorry that it's come to the point of feeling the need to end my life. I'm even craving the god damn blade. So just....take me home now. Or drop me off on the side of the road. I don't care. I'm sorry I'm a bitch because I have feelings."