That Boy h.s

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"Watch it," A low grumbling noise makes it's way to my ear, I turn my head to the right to find two skinny legs walking away from me without so much as an apology.

"Wow, such a gentleman!" I call after Harry, he whips his head around and stares at me before taking big strides in my direction. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards an old- beat up silver Golf.

"You're coming with me," I open my mouth to protest but Harry raises his hand to stop me. I shrug my shoulders at Pete as he mouths 'What's he doing?".

He opens the passenger door wide enough so I can get in.

"Oh so there is some gentleman in there!" I press my finger to his chest, he scoffs in response while shutting the door and walking to the driver's side.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going? Otherwise I'm just going to go ahead and call the police to report a kidnap!" He stifles a laugh, while I try and keep the straightest face possible. He mumbles something that just so happens to be so quiet that I can't hear it.

"I'm sorry you're going to have to speak up, I can't hear you over all the gentleman-ess in this car." He laughs again while I somehow manage to keep a straight face throughout the whole sentence. Harry seems to bring out the sarcastic-sassy bitch in me.

"Would you shut up?"

"Nahh, I don't feel like shutting up today!" I turn my head just in time to see a miniature eye roll. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" I act offended, while he sniggers slightly. This is the most emotion I've got out of him since I met him, unbelievably just a few hours prior to this moment.

"Now Mr.Styles, would you care to tell me where you are taking me?" He shakes his head, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Did you jut roll your eyes at me?" Harry mocks me, causing me to swat his arm. "You'll find out in a minute, be patient Lia."

"What are you trying to imply, Styles? That I'm not patient," I smirk at him,

"That exactly what I'm implying Lia!" He simply smirks back at me "Would you look at that, we're here!"

"Harry, why are we at a house? Is it yours?" I quietly ask him, slightly frightened by the sudden announcement of visiting a random house. He nods clarifying that it is indeed his house, that seems to calm my nerves a little bit.

"I'm going to kill you," I watch him in pure horror, he's so serious that I'm not sure whether he's joking or not. "I'm only joking,"

"Not a very fucking funny joke!" He looks taken aback by my response, but he soon lightens up when the faint sound of my laughter erupts into the small car.

He gets out of the drivers door and walks around to the passenger side, he opens the door with one hand whilst holding the other hand out to help me out of the car. I gently rest my left hand onto his and use my other to grip the car door for extra support. I shut the door behind me, allowing Harry to lock the car behind us.

We walk up the short drive way, Harry grabs his keys and unlocks the door. I step in and shut the door behind me, I follow Harry down towards what looks like a kitchen. He places his keys on top of the work surface, fills the kettle up and places it back onto the base before flicking the switch; triggering the boiling mode.

"I hear the kettle boiling, are you making tea Sinead?" I hear a womanly voice calling from a few rooms down.

"Since when am I Sinead mum? Where's Gem and Scott?" He replies back, he seems so different now to what he was like in school jut a couple of hours ago.

"Oh Harry darling, sorry I thought you were Sinead! Speaking of which, where is she? How was school? They've popped down to the bakery to pick up some cakes."