Neon. (Harry Styles)

chapter 9- first name basis

Harry and the boys have been living on l.a for about 3 weeks now, and I think a total of two songs have been recorded.... to many nights spent at home watching movies... kind of like tonight.

"are you going to come to the award show this weekend?" harry asks laying on my lap and turning his attention from the tv and glances up at me with those huge eyes.

"id be happy to, but I dont have a dress."

"call perrie, she probably has something you can wear." zayn speaks up.

"isnt she back in London?"

"oh, shes coming out for the awards."

harry is watching me and I think hes just enjoying my hand through his hair. "hey," he whispers.

"hm?"

he leans up, and some how pulls my lips to his im an electric charge.

"oh god..." niall groans and goes straight into the kitchen without any hesitation.

harry has a smirk on his lips and I cant help but laugh and kiss him once more before hopping up off the coach and make my way towards the door..

"come on, I need a ride."

its like 2 in the morning and my dad will be home from London in the morning. well a few hours now actually..

"babe, wait." harry is jogging up behind me then twisting me and pushing me up against the door.

"har, I have to go.."

"stay." he leans in and kisses me softly at first, his whole body pressed against mine.

"seriously..."

"you can stay with me.."

"tempting. so tempting. but my dad... I cant come home from a boys house. hed kill me. or kick me out. or maybe even both."

"pleasee" he pleads.

"not tonight." I kiss harrys forhead then pull out of his grasp and down to his car. he follows soon, throwing on those boots as hes walking down the path and tying that silly bandanna around his head.

at my place, the street is lined with girls. which seemed to have had the cops called because they surround the area, and a few cops are talking to my mom on the front porch.

"shit."  we manage to pull into the driveway once the girls start screaming and the cops recognize us. "how did thet find my house? "

"theyre one direction fans. they know everything."

a few cops greet us and help us out of the car. "are you guys alright?" one asks glancing back to the street, and he just looks complete beyond confused and uncomfortable. flashes light up our faces as

they walk us up to the house, my mom invites them in and we all sit in the living room. "if this is going to be a regular thing,  I recomend either using a different car that people wont recognize you in, and also I will put in a request to the neighborhood facilitators to put in a gate at the front so this shouldnt be a problem for much longer."

my mom is only shaking her head in amusment, harry listening to it as if it were a school lecture and I think the police man sees my confusion. "listen sweet heart. your boyfriend here is very famous. and well... we just need to keep not only you two safe but also the fans. and having them out at two in morning without proper supervision isnt what I call safe."

I guess he has a point, but being from a small town in england and just hanging out with your bestfriend, it always seems really weird to see people following us or taking picture then writing fake things about us on the internet.

"well give you an escort back this time, but I would stick to cabs." the police says standing now amd swiftly making his way outside. "have a good night louise..."

"you too krispen." she smiles and acts flustered.

"seriously? You're on a first name basis with the cop now?"

she only shrugs. thats wierd... really weird....