blue jeans || z.m. au

4%

you were sorta punk rock, but i grew up on hip hop, but you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and i know

1550 words ✖

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Genevieve was waiting outside her cherry wood door, crossing her arms to create some kind of warmth. Her chunky navy blue cardigan wasn't doing it's job of keeping her warm, it was created with little holes in it. Harry was driving to her flat to pick her up, but there was a lot of bloody traffic. He was tapping his fingers against the black leather that covered the steering wheel, worrying his lip. Harry was just 3 minutes away from her, and he was getting really frustrated. He rushes a hand through his copper colored curls and worries his lip even more, if that was even possible. The street light finally turns green and the people in his same lane in front of him weren't even moving. Harry presses his horn, and it rings loudly, it seeming to wake everyone up. They move very quickly making Harry laugh.

"Thank God!" He yells flinging his hands in the air before putting them back on the wheel. The heat was blowing through the vents, but it became a little overwhelming, so Harry turns it off. He makes it to Genevieve's exactly at 9:00, and he smiles to himself. Because, yeah, he's proud of himself. But his smile vanishes when he turns and sees Genevieve shivering in the cold. She wears a pair of regular blue jeans, nothing special, with a black tee shirt. And her heavy navy blue cardigan. You can visibly see her shaking, the wind bellowing at her. Harry rolls down his window and screams,

"Genevieve! Hurry and come in the car!" He shouts over the wind where he's at least a little bit audible. She hurries to the car, gets in, and shuts the door immediately so the cold air won't invade the space.

"Harry, thank God you're here." She says to him and reaches over the console, hugging him tightly. The cold is radiating off of her greatly, and even Harry shivers. He hugs her even tighter and smiles really big.

"Why were you waiting outside? You should have waited inside." His voice is slow and steady, like it always is, and he emphasizes the word 'inside.'

"I don't know, I just did." Genevieve shrugs. She really does know, she was expecting Zayn to come with Harry and wanted to see him soon as possible, that's why she waited out in the freezing air. But her wishes sadly didn't come true. Harry rolls his eyes and takes the car out of park, putting it into drive. "And thanks for telling me to wear something dressy." She adds, being sarcastic.

"You look fine Vieve," Harry whines, but smiles nonetheless. Genevieve huffs in response, crossing her arms over her chest. He starts driving into the cold night, the traffic gradually dispersing. Harry wants to scream out in joy, because how can traffic go away in a matter of minutes? It must of been Genevieve, and her giving off good vibes, Harry thinks. All Genevieve was thinking about was Zayn, feeling guilty that she yelled at him. But, he put a giant hole in her wall, for fuck sake's. Anyway, finally after about twenty minutes, they make it to their destination. Genevieve really needed a drink.

"We're here!" Harry cheers, stating the obvious. Genevieve just chuckles, shaking her head lightly. Once they make it into the bar, they situate themselves at the bar stools, Genevieve asking for something strong. Harry clears his throat and sits up a little straighter.

"So, how was your day?" He starts off with a simple question.

"Fine." She gives a clipped response, not wanting to talk anymore. Harry gives her a look saying 'no you didn't, just tell me.' Genevieve gives him a pleading look, but finally cracks under his cold, hard stare. "Okay, it was the complete opposite of fine, is that what you want to hear?" She looks down at her lap, embarrassed of even having to admit that. Harry sighs and scoots in closer to Genevieve, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder, rubbing it softly. She downs the rest of her alcoholic drink and puckers her lips due to how it burned her throat.

"Can I get a scotch on the rocks please?" Harry asks, his voice an octave lower than his usual raspy voice, making her smirk a little. That was one of her favorite things about Harry. How his voice was soothing, caring, and slow, the best mix of sounds harmonizing in one voice. The bartender gives Harry his scotch, but not before giving him a wink. He brushes it off, all his attention on Genevieve at the moment.

"Tell me what happened." He stated. Genevieve begins telling him about what Zayn did, putting a hole in her wall and yelling at her. Harry's eyes narrow all while she is telling him this, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Even though Zayn was Harry's friend, he wanted to beat the shit out of him for doing that. Genevieve downs her fourth drink, her mind a little hazy. But, she orders another one anyway.

"Can I get another drink," She slurs, giggling. Combing her fingers through her hair, she looks at Harry to see he was already looking at her. Genevieve licks her plump, red lips, blinking shortly after. She smiles. "Remember when we were little kids, and you played baseball?" Harry nods his head in response. "And you hit the ball, and you started running not to the base but me? Just to say hi?" She blurts out, laughing at the memory. Harry also laughs whole-heartily, biting back a smile.

"And then everyone started booing me," Harry fake pouts, not at all offended by what happened. "You hugged me and just said hello in reply." The two share a gaze with each other, analyzing each others features. Genevieve noticed he was a little tipsy too, his eyes slightly pink, making the green in his irises so much more admirable. Both of them slowly lean in, their lips just barely brushing. Harry lifts his eyebrows up for permission, and Genevieve kisses him for approval. The kiss eventually turns into them making out, Harry smiling into the kiss.

"Whoa," Genevieve pulls away, her eyes wide. Harry's eyes open after a few seconds, replaying what just happened over and over again. Instead of responding to her 'whoa' he replies with,

"Wanna get out of here?" He questions, pointing his thumb into the direction of the door. Genevieve nods eagerly, not wanting to spend another second in the dim bar. Harry quickly dials a taxi company telling them where they were, hanging up after. There was no way in hell he was going to drive when his hormones were all over the place, and he was drunk. Not a good mixture. After what felt like an eternity to Harry and Genevieve, were only a few short minutes in reality when the taxi man arrived.

"Ladies first," Harry says, bowing to Genevieve. She laughs jumping in the yellow car, Harry following suit.

"Where to guys," The man asks, rather boringly. Harry answers the man's question, also telling him to get there quickly, his eyes never leaving Genevieve's. To pass the time, they make out some more. The taxi driver looks into his rear view mirror, seeing the two all over each other. He mumbles something about teenagers, and how they never know how to control themselves. But they weren't even listening anyway, too into each other at the moment.

Arriving to their destination, Harry hands him two crumpled up, ten dollar bills, then escorts Genevieve out the car. Harry opens his door to his dark apartment, throwing his keys on the black wooden table. He cups Genevieve's face, getting straight to the point. Zayn was fast asleep, his dreams drowning in guilt because of what he had done to Genevieve. Wait until he finds out what she has done to him.

They make their way into Harry's room, her just noticing the scent of Harry. Where as Zayn smelled like vanilla and flowers, Harry smelled like cinnamon and pine. She continues kissing him, trying desperately to get her thoughts off Zayn. Making their way to the full bed, they resume kissing after Harry takes his jacket off. She straddles Harry, him running his fingers through her dark hair. Eventually, her kisses get sloppy, and then fully stop, confusing Harry.

"Genevieve?" He opens his eyes to see that she fell asleep on top of his chest. He rolls his eyes in a loving way and smiles, his straight white teeth on full display. "Fucking Genevieve, what am I going to do with you?" He asks, mostly to himself. Harry closes his eyes, instantly falling asleep with Genevieve on top of him, both of the teenagers not going to remember the events that happened tonight.

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i updated! if you guys were waiting for some smut to happen, get your mind out the gutter. and don't worry, genevieve still really likes zayn she is just rlly confused right now ok and this chapter is dedicated to retrospects because she made me this cover this book!!! ok ily guys