The List || h.s au

Loco Avenue--part 1

"Don't you want a jacket?" Harry asks as we step outside of our building, heading to his car. Again, I remind myself that I should start looking for one, probably tomorrow afternoon. I can't depend on him every time.

I shiver under the cold air, walking closer to Harry. I shake my head, feeling stupid for forgetting my Burberry coat in the flat. The material of my dress isn't the thickest and the temperature isn't the warmest.

"The car's just there, walk faster" I say, and we basically run to his car, my high heels making it a bit more difficult. Harry opens the door for me and runs to his side, immediately starting the engine.

"I hate the coldness, I swear" He complains and I can't not agree with him.

"So, if I remember what you told me, this is actually going to be your first date?" He asks when we reach a red light.

"Yep" I chew on my lip, feeling embarrassed suddenly. I've done all these things, I've had sex, I've kissed boys, even girls! I go to parties, hang with a lot of people, smoked weed twice, have my own apartment, am the most wanted chick in the whole university, yet...I've never been on a date.

"Cool" He simply says and I face him, raising my brows.

"Cool?"

"Yeah, I feel kind of honored that I'm the first one going on a date with the Kim Lane" A smirk curls his lips and I roll my eyes. "But in all seriousness, it makes the whole thing better, at least I can be your first something" A sincere smiles takes place on his face and I feel the heat rush to my cheeks.

"Well, you're also the first boy I've fallen in love with" Am I being clingy? I hope I'm not, I don't want to feel too obsessed. What if he realizes that he doesn't love me anymore? What if he-

Stop. I have to stop rethinking everything. Harry loves me, I love him, there's nothing I should worry about. I don't want to let my thoughts ruin this date.

"I love you too"

He takes my hand, intertwining our fingers and approach it to his lips, placing soft kisses on my knuckles while his eyes focus back on the road. I can't help but smile at his words, to the point where my cheeks start to hurt.

"Are you excited to see how it looks like?" He grins, glancing at me.

"Oh my god, yes! The wait has been killing me all day!" I moan, earning a low chuckle from him.

"Hope you won't be disappointed, but I don't think you will" He winks at me and lightly squeezes my hand. I let out a small laugh, looking outside the car window to see in what part of Central London we are. The lights of the streets illuminate to place as we come close to a more crowded area. The traffic gets thicker and I can see Harry's frustration grow as he mumbles incoherent insults. Smirking, I watch the people outside, getting inside restaurants, bars, clubs, etc. Some are already drunk, even though it's only seven.

"She chose I great place for her restaurant, there's plenty of people here every night. Funny how I've never noticed her place before" I say, my back still facing him ad I stare outside, admiring the busy, cheery and loud streets of London.

"It's a really discrete place, that's why"

"But then, why's it called the Loco Avenue?" I face him, frowning in confusion.

"You'll see" A smirk curls his lips as he turns a corner, entering a less busy streets. There's still a lot of people and stores open, but not as much as on the boulevard. Twenty-minutes and a hundred of curses later, Harry finds a spot to park his car. Turning around on his seat, he takes his jacket, giving it to me.