Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Seventeen

My insides completely liquify as Harrys tongue laps over mine. The camera clicks are faster and the shouts around us are louder than before. The sparks that were lit inside my stomach have died down now that Harry broke the kiss.

He looks at me then smiles. Were still standing together, close together. "Lets get out of here." Harry steps aside from me and waves over a taxi. "We'll just get a ride to my car. That way we wont be swarmed as we walk."

I nod in agreement and follow Harry towards the taxi. Together we slide in the backseat and the paparazzi have followed us right to the car. He gives directions to the driver before we're off.

In unison both of our phones get a text. It's Angela in our three way chat.

*Good job tonight guys*

Harry laughs and shakes his head, without answering her he slides his phone back in his pocket. I do the same, leaning my head against the window and closing my eyes.

The taxi stops and I open my eyes. Harry is still beside me, his eyes watching me intently. Before the driver can say anything, Harry tosses him a bill, telling him to keep the change.

We exit the taxi and walk up to the parkade. Unlike earlier, Harry's hands remain by his sides as we walk.

"What'd you think?" Harry asks, his voice a lot raspier than before.

"It wasn't bad," I shrug nonchalantly.

"Don't act like that," Harry begins to walk at a faster pace.

"Act like what?" I roll my eyes. Here we go again.

"Don't act like you don't give a shit. Don't act like you hate me so much. I know you don't."

"I already said I don't hate you," I let out an exasperated sigh.

"Okay well don't act like you dislike me so much. When just earlier you were laughing with me," Harry argues.

"What do you want me to say?" I shrug as we approach his vehicle.

"Admit you had fun," Harry's serious tone switches and he begins to smile.

"I already said it wasn't bad!" I laugh and try to open his passenger door, it's locked.

"I'm not letting you in my car until you say you had fun," Harry folds his arms over his chest and huffs immaturely.

"Really," I kick his tire with my boot. Harry tries to keep a serious, straight face but almost fails miserably.

"Fine," I give in. "I had fun."

Without a word, Harry unlocks the door and starts his car. We drive back to my place listening to the radio music quietly. I feel myself drifting off to sleep but awaken abruptly by Harry shaking my shoulders like a mad man.

"You awake, yeah?" I open my eyes to see Harry's face two inches from mine.

"Yes. Can you not give my whiplash?" I shrug his hands off my shoulders.

"My bad," Harry steps out of his car and I follow.

"What are you doing?" I ask. "I thought you were just dropping me off after our 'date'?" I use finger quotations.

"I'm hungry," Harry puts his hands in his pockets and walks into my building.

Harrys the richest person I know, if he was hungry, he could eat anywhere. He could go through any fast food joint or dine in at the fanciest place in town. Yet he chooses my fridge to find something to eat. Classic. I feel like he goes out of his way too much just to piss me off.