The Runner ➳ Narry (Book One)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

(Harry's POV)

"You're such an idiot," Louis scowled at me from the front seat. I watched as his light eyes narrowed as he looked back and forth from the road to me in the rearview mirror. It was nearly half an hour later and we were still arguing.

"You're just being stubborn," I argued back. I crossed my arms over my chest. 

"I'm not being stubborn, I'm being smart," I tried to tune Louis' voice out as he kept going off about how he's the smartest one in the car. I looked over to Niall, who had his head up against the window and his eyes closed. He was breathing evenly, so I assumed he was sleeping. 

"Are you even listening to me?" Louis' loud voice cut in. 

"Shut up," I told him, not wanting to wake Niall. 

"Don't fucking tell me to shut up, Styles. I swear to g-"

"Louis, shut up!" I whispered harshly. "Niall's sleeping."

"To hell he is," Louis scowled. "He's the one who came up with the stupid idea of tracking down another Camaro. Wake him up."

"No," I said. "Now shut up and just drive, will you?" 

"Niall!" Louis half yelled, trying to wake him up.

"Would you stop?" I whispered back, sitting forward in my seat so my face was right beside Louis' ear. "Let him sleep."

"Since when did you become a softie?" Louis asked, turning his head for a split second to meet my eyes.

I narrowed my eyes at him, lowering my voice. "I'm not a softie. I could easily choke you to death right now." 

"No you couldn't," Louis challenged. "I'm fucking driving. Want to kill your precious little boyfriend?" 

Louis' tone made my heart stop. My fists immediately clenched, my eyebrows narrowing as I let out a low growl. "Don't talk to me like that," I warned.

"Or what?" Louis replied. "I'm not scared of you."

"Pull over," I told him. "Right now."

"So you can beat me up? I said, I'm not scared of you," Louis shot back, his knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. 

"Pull over!" I yelled, completely forgetting that Niall was asleep beside me. I felt him stir, a quiet groan escaping his mouth. 

"What's going on?" He asked, his eyelids fluttering open. Louis smacked a hand against his face, dragging it down. 

"Don't wake him up," Louis mocked in a high voice, using his hands dramatically. 

"I don't talk like that," I said lowly, sinking back in my seat with my arms crossed on my chest. 

"In my head you do," Louis muttered. I felt my face heat up again, but Niall nudged my leg with his own, stopping me from exploding on Louis again. 

"How long was I asleep?" Niall asked groggily, rubbing the side of his head that was previously pressed against the window. 

"Long enough for me to stop caring," Louis said under his breath. Niall's face dropped a little, a frown immediately forming. 

"Really, Lou? Can't you be fucking nice for once?" I asked, my voice raising again. 

"Says you!" He yelled back. "You're the one picking fights and threatening me!"  

"Because you're being a dick!"

"What are you going to do? Strangle me?" 

"If I fucking have to!"

"Harry, you're a-"