Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

7

  My heart rate started to quicken as I stood there frozen like a statue praying that it wasn't Harry. When cologne and mint filled my senses, I automatically knew it was Harry and cursed myself for coming to this wretched party. "Why not?" I asked shakily. I was terrified that Harry was going to yell at me again like earlier today. That was one of the scariest moments I have ever had in my life. 

  "You wouldn't want to walk in on people doing things, now would you?" Harry asked in his low voice. I didn't answer and slowly drew away from the knob. "What are you doing here, Harry?" I asked keeping my back to him. "Well, this is a party.. and I decided to go," Harry said. "I see," I said turning around to face him.

  "May I ask what you're doing here? You don't look like the type of person that goes to parties like this," he said. "Then what do I look like?" I asked. "One who is too vulnerable to be at a college party," he said running his tongue over his bottom lip. I had to admit, that was very sexy, but I didn't want to tell him that of course. "You underestimate me," I said. 

  He narrowed his eyes, not in the angry way, but in the way where he didn't believe what I was trying to say. "When is the last time where you have done something insane? Something that your father wouldn't approve of?" he asked. I looked away and looked at the floor avoided his gaze, because I didn't want to say that I haven't done anything of the sort before. He chuckled and his laugh screamed provocation.

  "Nothing is wrong with that!" I said raising my voice and walking away from him. He annoyed me so much. So what if I haven't done anything crazy? It doesn't matter. I felt Harry's warm and large hand wrap around my wrist and I tried to yank it away. Instead, he pushed me into the wall gazing down on me. I felt so intimidated and scared at what was about to happen next.

  "Come with me," he said. "I've only been here for a couple of hours," I said trying to come up with a good excuse. "I won't hurt you," he replied. "I don't know-" "I owe you a date anyway, don't I?" he said seductively. I paused and thought for a minute if I should go with Harry or not. "My friends will get worried-" "Screw your friends.. Come with me," he whispered. I nodded and he took my hand.

  We walked down the hall and down the stairwell as we held hands. We dodged all of the drunks as we went through the door. Harry and I walked down the street a little bit and made our way to a shiny, black Mustang. At that moment, I was astonished that Harry owned such a car. I quickly shrugged it off and got in the car. He drove me out of the campus and I stayed silent for the whole ride not wanting to say anything. I was afraid that I was going to say something stupid and that Harry was going to make fun of me.

  Harry finally turned on the radio and I recognized the song instantly. It was Fix You by Coldplay. The very song that got me through thick and thin. It was one of my favorite songs of all time. I wanted to sing to it so bad, but I restricted myself. I heard Harry humming to the song and smiled a little. "Sing," I said. He looked over at me and sighed. He sang,"Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones. And I will try to fix you." I smiled and bit my lip. When Harry sang, it felt alive. His raspy voice was so sexy and beautiful. It was like an angel's.

  "You sing," he said. "I can't. I haven't sung in front of anybody in forever.. well, except Luke, Cal-" "Sing," he smiled. I sighed and sang,"High up above or down below. When you're too in love to let it go. But if you never try you'll never know just what you're worth." "Damn, you're good," he said. My cheeks flushed a brilliant red and I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. 

  "Thank you," I quietly said with a slight giggle at Harry's cursing. I was usually against cursing, but the way the consonants and the vowels rolled off of his tongue were so attractive. The way his lips parted while pronouncing words were beautiful. His lips were beautiful. Full and a briliant pink. Any girl would be lucky to press her lips against his.