Sunnyvale H.S

29

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Harry's P.O.V

I drove down the street, my car bouncing over the speed bumps. Me and Grace had gotten carried away in the shower, and ended up taking longer than we should have.

Cool air blowed into the car, through the windows. Grace shivered when I look at her, so I wound up her window.

"Can I put a song on?" She asked and I nodded, pointing at the radio.

She picked up a cd that was left in the cup holder, and slid it into the car.
I watched as she skipped over some songs and landed on one.

"What the fuck is this shit?" I laughed as a cheesy pop song played over the radio.

"It's one direction. One of the best boy bands ever," she said proudly, turning up the song.

"It's shit."
I laughed as her face twisted, she looked absolutely offended.

"They are not shit. They're one of the best boy bands ever. They're iconic."
I rolled my eyes playfully, and she smacked my arm.

"This sounds like every other song ever to exist," I added, and she turned to face away from me.
She put her knees up on the side of the car and faced the window, completely ignoring me.

"Grace, stop. They're not that shit."
She didn't face me, pretending to be really hurt.

"Graceee," I called out, running my fingers along her shoulder.
She shrugged my hand off, and faced the door still.

We stopped at a red light, and I took it as a chance to distract her.
"They're really good," I said, attempting to make her turn her towards me.

"Baby."
She flinched, but she didn't face me.

"Fine, ill just have to turn it off."
I watched her eyes turn slightly towards me, but she looked away when I caught her.

Instead, I switched the nozzle up, so the volume blasted through the car.

"HARRY!" She shouted, covering her ears as it blasted through the speakers.

She leaned forward and turned it down completely.
"You're so stupid," she said, and I pouted as she rolled her eyes.

I pulled into a parking space in front of the vinyl store, and turned the ignition off.

"I'll be waiting here at 7, be safe," I warned and she nodded, slipping her bag over her shoulder.

"Text me if you need me," I said, as she opened the door. She put her foot out, and I pulled her back, crashing her lips to mine.

"I hate you," she said against my lips. I kissed her again, before pulling back.

"You love me, now go, you wouldn't want blunky to be mad," I said, raising my brows.

I tried to skim past the love thing. I wasn't in love with her, and I'm pretty sure she wasn't in love with me. I couldn't love her, we both know it can't work out. The risk was too much.

"You're a child. I'll see you later tonight," she said, pecking my lips one last time.

"Is that an offer?" I asked, and she held up her middle finger, a smile on her lips.
I'd never be able to get enough of her.

Grace's P.O.V

Peter sat at the front desk, thanking a customer for purchasing here.
"You put on a voice," I pointed out, his head snapping towards me.

"I do not. That's how I talk to everybody."

I chuckled to myself,
"No you do not. You go all high pitched and posh when you serve somebody."