Drifter | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

Chapter 12.

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Harry's POV

"Vodka is more fun than wine anyway," I tell her with a wink, she then looks at me with the biggest grin.

Finally! Now we can move on. I make a mental note never to buy wine around her again.

I shift my attention back to the light, waiting for it to turn green when suddenly I feel Anissa hug me across the console I'm so surprised I jump like an idiot, moving my foot temporarily from the break. Fuck. I quickly recover, feeling my face get hot.

I press on the gas a little too hard when the light switches to green seconds later in case anyone saw that.

Anissa laughs at me, rolling her window down so her hair is blowing in the wind.

This is so refreshing. Having a friend around. I have 'friends' and the only time I see them is at a bar/club/party and all they really care about is my money or a connection. I honestly don't do this type of shit with anyone.

I've known this girl one day.

I wonder if she feels the same about me? Or does she think I'm moving this friendship too fast? I contemplate the question for a minute then have my answer.

Fuck I am moving to fast! Why did I sit with her at breakfast, and watch that movie in her room, and offer her a ride, and shop with her and ask to eat dinner with her when I've only known her one day? Fuck Harry what are you doing? No wonder she thinks I'm weird.

This is out of my comfort zone, I've never been the type to need, let alone want company. I'm always been happy being alone. Everyone else is always trying to spend time with me, not the other way around.

"You okay?" Anissa asks softly, noticing my troubled expression caused by my internal battle.

"Yeah, it's nothing I'm just a little tired," I lie.

"It's not even 6 o'clock yet how are you tired?" She asks with a smirk.

"Well let's see, yesterday was quite eventful. I had some random girl make out with me then I saved her from drowning then she yelled at me, then somehow we ended up out for tacos at midnight. And the funny thing is I kept running into her, so I didn't get to bed till about 3am," I tell her trying to be funny. Hopefully she gets it. She seems to because she let's out a laugh softly hitting my shoulder.

"Can I ask you something?" She says after she stops laughing, rolling the window back up.

"Are you okay?" I jokingly ask trying to mask the excitement I feel that she's actually talking to me more now.