unlike her // h.s [Completed]

XXXIII

E.

After a week of negotiating, I got the apartment that I wanted. Most of the negotiation was to make sure I could have Bean. The hardest thing was moving furniture because of the crowd of fans who would surround Harry and I while he helped me get everything into place.

But, in the end, everything turned out okay.

And I finally got a car. And, well, here's how that went.

"Are you sure you want this truck?" Harry asks, tapping his chin as he inspects the vehicle. The vehicle I picked out is an old, rusted, baby blue pick-up truck. "You still have enough money to get an actual brand new car, Em."

I scoff and turn to him. He's now looking in my direction. "Don't look at me with your judgy eyes. I know what I want." I badger and turn back to the truck. "I like old trucks."

"It looks like it's about to crumble any moment now," Harry counters and kicks one of the tires. "Let's be honest. It's a piece of shit."

I groan and walk around the vehicle. "I don't care. I like it." I state proudly.

"You have bad taste." He mumbles and reaches in the truck to feel the seats. "Do you know how to drive stick?"

"Drive what now?" I ask in confusion and walk to his side.

"That's a dealbreaker. C'mon, let's get something reasonable." He sighs and practically drags me to his car. "We don't want to have you ending up like your bike, now do we?"

xxx

H.

"I can't believe you persuaded me into getting this car." Emery groans as she hands the last 100 dollar bill to the seller.

"Here you are." The old man says gravely and places the key to the black Prius in Emery's palm.

"It's safe. Easy to run." I murmur and snake my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. She shivers. I lean close to her ear. "It's a nice car."

She pulls away from me and nudges her head to the crowd of at least forty people surrounding the dealership parking lot. "No." She whispers quickly. "Thanks for the help." She slides into her new car and starts it up. It comes to life with a quiet hum as she rolls her window down. "I hope this thing is fast." She glares at me.

"Huh." I scan my eyes over the car. "I don't think it'll beat my car but it seems like it'll go a reasonable speed." I tease.

"If you're implementing a street race, I'm going to have to decline. But, if you want to come to my apartment, you'll have to catch up with me because once I get inside, the door is locked." She winks, rolls her window back up, and takes off to her apartment.

I stand there a moment and process before sprinting to my car. I squeeze through the crowd of girls saying quick 'sorry's and slide into my car. I turn the key in the ignition and pull away from the curb.

I speed up behind her and honk twice. I see her look at me through her side mirror. She grins and presses the gas harder.

I follow her car to her apartment.
She gets out quickly once she parks in her driveway and rushes to the door, laughing as I chase her. Before she can close the door on me, I place my hand on the wood and raise a brow at her with a sly smirk.

"I still beat you." She breathes as she stands in the doorway.

"I let you win." I nudge her and she purses her lips.

"Mkay," she hums. "Liar." A smile spreads on her face and she tries to close the door again but I keep my hand on it.

"Trying to slam the door in my face?" I ask grimly and push through the doorway. I shut the door behind me and lightly tackle her to the floor. At this point, I'm straddling her on the ground. Both of our chests rise and fall quickly.

"Get off," she whines and pushes against me with her hands but I don't budge. I hover over her, placing my hands on the floor on each side of her head. Her breath tickles my lips.

For a little while, we stay there, both of our eyes sinking into each others. Our harsh breaths beating against eachother. Our lips so close...

She blinks a few times and somehow slides away from underneath me and hops up to her feet. Clearing her throat, she asks "Do you want pizza? I'm ordering pizza." She turns from me and heads behind the stairs to the bathroom.

I look towards the back door where a crowd of paparazzi has formed, their cameras pressed against the glass.

I suck in a harsh breath and stride to the other side of the room, pulling all of the blinds down.