The Lost Boy (One Direction // Harry Styles Story)

Chapter 18

I had no clue where Harry was driving to, and frankly for once, I was not going to wonder where. Because anywhere is better than where we were minutes ago. As we drove farther and farther away from my house, the more relax I feel once again. I moved my hips, adjusting myself in the seat before slowly leaning back allowing my self to recline on the chair. 

"Are you alright there?" Harry softly asked notcing my change in position. 

"Mhm, just trying to forget things for awhile." I replied as I felt my eyelids getting heavier. I tried to fight it back though, knowing that this wouldn't help with my upcoming jet lag later. 

Harry and I kept our conversation in the car very minimal. I notice that he thinks twice before actually saying something every now and then. I understood, he was trying to walk on eggshells -- eggshells being me of course. I wanted to slap myself for letting the wall I spent years to build be destroyed in a matter of one afternoon. I tried hard to be the strong girl I wish I was. To not be sensitive -- to not give a damn about what others say, to be in a routine that may be hella boring but is enough to keep me alive. I sat there realizing my walls started to break down when I met this boy sitting beside me driving me to a place that I don't even know. I should be mad at him for he is the reason why I am in this situation, but all I could think about is every good thing about him.  

The building thoughts inside my head were interrupted by Harry (funny because he also the thought in my head) singing along to the song playing on the radio. "Oh you bite your friend like chocolate."  He sang while tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. 

"And you said, we go where nobody knows we got guns hidden under our petticoats. No we're never gonna quit it, no we we're never gonna quit it no."  He pressed his lips into a thin line letting the instrumentals play. His slowly faced me. 

"Oh I thought you were taking a little power nap over there." He said, grinning devishly afterwards. 

 "Can't really sleep with your bloody voice ringing in my ears now can I?" I teased. Looks like he took it to heart as his grin slowly disappeared from his face. 

"Hey, I'm kidding. You sound lovely." I told him as I playfully pushed his shoulders. Was I flirting? I probably look stupid now. 

He smirked back. "Trying to save yourself that quickly. It's okay though, if you really think that's the truth. I don't think I am a great singer myself." He took a sharp right turn. "And don't even think about rolling your eyes. It's such a bad habit of yours." 

My cheeks turned red. I was suprised that he noticed that. 

"I won't roll my eyes at you Harry, but I have to disagree with what you just said. Are you crazy? You're a great singer. You all are. That's why you are touring around the world and all that jazz. And I am not stroking your ego, I'm telling the truth. Maybe you guys just need to change up the style of music you are doing?"  

He lightly chuckled. "Saying that requires you listening to our music. So are you saying that you, Violet, have actually heard our songs?" 

"Hey don't be so flattered. I can't help it if every radio station plays one of your songs on my way to school or something. Also, my roommate has one of your songs as her morning alarm so sorry if I kind of cursed that song for a whole term." I tell him. 

"If it was Na Na Na I'd understand." He replied. We both laughed hard afterwards because that is the ringtone that my roommate had. We laughed 'til our stomachs hurt. 

Harry was wiping some tears from his eyes. "Oh god that song was horrible. Hundreds and thousands of words in the vocabulary and we chose to use Na Na Na."