Harry Styles Imagines

25 - Motorcycle

MOTORCYCLE

                                     The door bell rings and this is the moment where I realize that my boyfriend has arrived, ready to pick me up for our date. When we planned our date he told not to wear a dress or a skirt, so I did as I was told and now I'm wearing black jeans.

"Hi, angel." Harry says and pulls me close for an affectionate kiss, "How are you?"

"Fine, thanks." I reply and peck his lips once again before he takes my hand and pulls me out of my house.

"I thought I wouldn't pick you up with my car today."

"Are we walking? All the way to the movies?" I ask confused and Harry laughs, wrapping his arms around my waist as we walk down the street.

"Walking isn't even close to what we're doing." Harry laughs and I'm just getting more confused. All of a sudden he stops and when I turn my head to the side I see a motorcycle parking next to me.

"Is this yours?" I ask disbelieving and Harry nods, "Sick!" I exclaim and my fingers run over the motorcycle which belongs to Harry. "How didn't I know that you have a motorcycle?" I ask him.

"Well, it's brand new." Harry tells me proudly and my fingers touch the seat carefully.

"I didn't even know you have a license for this." I tell him and turn to Harry.

"I don't," Harry tells me and when he sees my bewildered facial expression he laughs loudly, "I'm kidding, I've made my license a while back and were allowed to drive ever since. Just never bought me a motorcycle."

"You scared me for a second." I tell him chuckling and push him playfully away. He hands me a helmet and puts his on himself. Slightly scared, I put on the helmet and sit down behind him.

"I'm actually quite scared, Harry. I've never done this before." I admit and rest my cheek on his shoulder. Harry chuckles and turns his head so he can look at me in a loving way, giving me a feeling of safety.

"You're safe, baby. I've got you." Harry says.

I have a weird feeling in my stomach, mixed between butterflies and adrenaline and fear. I tighten my arms around his body when Harry starts the engine. A surprised escapes my lips when we start driving but it soon ends in laughter.

"Oh my god, Harry!" I yell laughing and try to look over his shoulder to see how fast we are driving but my hands are still shaking, desperately clinging on his body. Soon enough I forget about all my fears and just enjoy the feeling of freedom. I couldn't feel any more safe when I'm with Harry.