Wrong - Harry Styles

Chapter 22

Indie's pov

He opens the car with the click of a button and my eyes bulge slightly as I open up the door. I look at the passengers seat, the birthday present is gone, like.. disappeared. He has either seen it and thrown it away, or someone else has found it. I don't want to bother asking, I at least hope he saw it and maybe read the card.

I hop into the car and tug the jeans up my legs, they are almost a perfect fit except for the waist. I didn't have to roll them like I usually do with my jeans though, the massive holes in them kind of put me off but it's all I have to wear. I start to fiddle with my belt and tighten it a little more, it's too loose.

"What are you doing?" His voice is hitched slightly, I pull the belt undone and move it up another hole.

"It's a big belt." As I realise he's staring at me actions, I quickly shove the belt back into place and nervously tug them up again.

"Don't do that." He gripes, I look at him as I let go of the jeans and sit up.

"What?" I ask.

"Do that in front of me." He repeats himself, he seems to shift in his seat slightly as he stares away.  

"Oh.. I'm sorry, I didn't realise it made you uncomfortable." I honestly tell him, I mean.. I didn't think it would be something that would bother him.

"It doesn't make me feel uncomfortable." He stares at the road, the way he speaks leaves my mind somewhere else. I'm not fully aware of what he was getting at, but I had an idea of where it will go if I ask.

Silence follows after his words, he lets out a cough. "Those damn holes in your jeans do though."

That's weird. I would have thought he would have been the type to like the exposed skin and the whole look of it, I obviously share a similar opinion with the type of clothing Ruth chooses to wear. I prefer to go with whatever's most comfortable, that's just me.

I don't mind when I get dressed up sometimes, as long as I'm not dying out of uncomfortableness.

"Yeah.. I don't wear jeans like this." I tap my exposed thighs breaking out of my thoughts, feeling my cold legs.

"I know." He frets a little, I notice his slight nervousness mixed with his finger onto his lip, as if he is lost in thought.

"Are you okay?" I ask, slightly concerned.

"Fine, I'm fucking great." He takes a breath, his finger moves away from his lips. "Just all this Liam Payne shit."

"Is he coming to the yacht?" My mind wonders out loud.

"Fuck no!" He hisses. "Do you want him there or something?"

"I didn't say that," I look to him and he scoffs at my answer, almost as expected. "If it causes less drama then I don't want him there, but so far from what I've seen, you're the one that's causing the drama with him."

"Yeah well you don't know or we're there with what's happened between Liam and I." He snaps, I hold my hands together in my lap, not wanting to bicker over this with him.

"I'll drive you to the yacht. Zayn is taking the two fuck buddies in the back of his car and I don't think that you're going to want to be near them." He adds with a huff, almost as if he didn't want to say the words.

"I didn't know you would want me to go with you?" I ask.

"You're not that bad company in the car, as long as you stay quiet." He leaves a small smile on his lips, I want to smile but part of me thinks he's genuinely serious, not that it wouldn't surprise me if he was.