ALICE'S POV
"Are we here yet?" I sigh as I kick my feet up on the dashboard.
"Damnit, Al!" Harry laughs. "You just asked me that! You sound like a five year old! You're purposely asking me this to get on my nerves, aren't you?"
"No way!" I plead innocently.
Actually, Harry was right. I had asked Harry that question at least 5 times in the past few miles alone, and his inability to be mean was hilarious. I found his little way of getting 'angry' with me adorable. He would crinkle his nose and poke out his lips pretending to be angry, but it was obvious by the sparkle in his eye and smirk in the corner of his lips that it was all an act. He was beyond cute, and I couldn't make myself stop.
"You're a bad liar," he grins as he jerks the car to the left, making my feel slide off the dashboard where I had them propped up. "And no feet on the dash. It's a rule."
I forcefully punch Harry in the arm, remembering how Liam had called my last punch weak. He sticks his tongue out at me, obviously unaffected, and I return the gesture. We both giggle at our silly faces, and then become quiet.
The silence between us was not awkward. It was like we both were appreciating the other person's presence by enjoying peaceful silence. It was different than anything I had ever had with boys in the past, but I really enjoyed it, and it seemed like Harry did, too.
"Hey, Harry," I begin again after a few minutes. "Are we-"
"I swear to God, Al, you ask me if we are there yet one more time, and I'll... I'll-"
"You'll what, Harry?" I flirtatiously smirk.
"I'll...I'll pull this car over."
I roll my head back in laughter. "Oh, heaven forbid, you pull the car over!"
He sighs, shaking his head at his pathetic threat. To my surprise, though, Harry actually jerks the car off the road and parks it on the side.
"You actually pulled the car off. Wow." I mumble out loud.
"Say it one more time, and see what happens, babe. I dare you."
"Are we here yet?" I cock my eyebrow and bite my lip, waiting excitedly for his reaction. I make sure to go out of my way to sound as whiney as possible.
Harry's bright eyes narrow, and his whole body fills with playful rage. Wrapping his large hands around my hips, he pulls me from my seat, and brings me down on top of him so that I am straddling his legs. His hands wrap around my neck and he forcefully presses his lips against mine, his grip getting stronger with each passing second. I rake my hands through his curly brown hair, finally resting them at the crown of his head. Harry's hands fall from my neck and glide down my shoulder, gently tracing down my spine.
Our eyes lock as we pull back. For a moment, neither of us speak.
"To answer your question, yes," Harry finally speaks.
"Huh?" I crinkle my nose in confusion. I think I'm still partly stunned by our steamy kiss.
"You asked if we were here yet. Well, we're here."
My eyes light up as I take in my surroundings. Sure enough, outside the window of the car is a little park. The entrance is neatly marked by a little wooden sign that reads "Hampstead Heath". I had never been here before, but I had heard all about it from my previous trips to London.
"Hiking?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"What? Do American girls not hike or something?"
"I didn't say that, I just... Hiking? Really?"
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The Run Away Girl || Harry Styles
Hayran Kurgu"You are more than a fan, Al, you're my light. I need you like I need oxygen," He begged me, his green eyes glowing like stars under the moonlight. "I'll never hurt you, just trust me." And so I trusted him. But if I would have known what follow...
