Protector (Harry Styles)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6
When I awake the next morning I am vaguely aware of a tall figure looming over me. I open one eye and look at the place where its standing. I see a curly haired silhouette. I immediately shut my eye and shy away from the person in my bedroom. A heavenly throaty chuckle drifts into my hearing range.
"Lana..." the heavenly british coated voice coo's. I am tempted to go to the voice. To let it wrap me in a blanket of its accented glory.

Liquid splashes all over the upper half of my body and I am jolted from my dreamlike state hissing and sputtering.
"What was that for!" I yell at Harry. The nuisance, not the angel.

"Payback." he grins wickedly. My jaw drops. That imbecile. "You didn't wake up early enough."

"For what!" I screech. He flinches but the mischievous grin stays in tact.

"Shopping!" he says in a sing-song voice while prancing around the room. Wow he is ether a cupcake or a seduction master. There is no in between.

"Are you sure you don't have a vagina?" I ask because frankly I'm a little worried for him.

He stops and faces me. He stalks toward me and leans over my face. "Why don't you come and find out." He say's, his eyes filled with sexual excitement even though I must look like a drowned cat. Do you see my point.

He leans away from me and prances out of the room. But not before calling, "Be ready in 5!" I grumble and get up. I hurriedly move to my dressers and pull out a sundress. I close the door and make sure its locked before I change into it. I take a swift look in the mirror and am satisfied. My hair tumbles down to my waist in soft shiny blonde curls. My face is heart shaped and my nose is small and cute.

I step into the hallway and look around. No Harry, thats a good sign. I walk into the kitchen but there he is. Munching on a piece of toast with jam on it. I look on the counter and see he fixed me one as well. Toast, how sweet... not. I mean come on. That's all he can do? Toast?

I grumble to myself and walk over to the counter. I scoop up my piece of toast and munch on it angrily. Im still grumpy about my rude awakening.

"Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," he comments.
I sneer. "I bet you think you're real funny don't you?" He just chuckles.

"Hurry up, we have a lot to do today." I throw another sneer his way but none the less I hurry to finish my toast. Once I'm done he ushers me out the door in a grand display of flailing arms and shouted words. Mostly him telling me to hurry up.

"Okay, okay." I say as I'm shoved out the door. I huff and I march down my driveway to my mobi. My flats click on the ground as I head around to the drivers seat yet before I can open the door Harry calls out. "I'm driving!" What?

My head snaps up and I shoot a glare at him. Why does he feel the need to drive. I can take us where we have to go. "Oh yeah? And why is that?"

He smirks at my irritation, "Because, I know what we need, and exactly where to get it." he says, "Plus, I don't like the way you drive." he adds as an afterthought. I groan but slide into the passengers seat. Harry gets in after me and starts it up. He jams the levitator button and we shoot up into the air. He jams his foot on the accelerator and we fly away.

"Come on Harry where are we going?" I ask exasperatedly.

"Now now, you know what curiosity did to the cat don't you?" He says teasingly.

"What?" I ask. How does a cat have anything to do with what were doing today? I don't get it. He sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes.

"It killed it. Lana curiosity killed the cat how do you not know that? God you people." He says with a shake of his head.

"This is the twenty second century Harry. We don't live in your time anymore." I say. Why would curiosity kill a cat? Thats crazy.

"No, we really don't." He sighs. I lean back and let the awkward silence between consume me. I find myself staring at his face. Our whole "connection" thing still puzzles me. Harry puzzles me. This boy makes me almost nostalgic for a time I never knew. I watch the muscles in his arms as he drives. I study the way his curls fall over his angelic face. I watch him until his lips come up in a smile. I've been caught staring, crap. Suddenly the pattern on my shoes becomes very interesting. My cheeks heat up as I hear him chuckle at me.
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After an hour flying east we touch down in a field. A field? What the hell is going on? What is Harry getting me into?

Harry's POV:

I slide out of Lana's mobli. These damn high tech cars. We didn't have flying cars when I lived. All these ignorant people are brainwashed into thinking peace is real. If only they got a look outside this country. This is the place I took Emily. This place has everything we need. Lana slides out the other side and stomps over to where I am. Obviously confused. "What the hell is this Harry?" She asks. I study her face for a second, I watch as a dark gold piece of hair falls over her shoulder. "Harry?" She questions again, annoyance laced in her voice.

She opens her mouth, probably to call out my name but I whip my hand up in a gesture to be quiet, she blinks and closes her mouth, I can tell she's taken aback. My eyes trace the ground. I can see the faint outline of the hatch. I stretch my legs and get ready to jump. I spring up and land hard, I jump and stomp three times, I'm vaguely aware of Lana's jaw dropping hell it almost makes me laugh she is in for a world of crazy.

The dirt is unsettled enough to see the wooden panels of the door. I swear if Marry and Jake aren't here I'm gonna be pissed. I step back is satisfaction and wait. My smile only grows as I hear the thud from the other side followed by some grunts and more thuds, I can hear Marry yelling at Jake to hurry up, I agree. Then finally the latch clicks from the other side and the dirt crumbles as the door flies open. Then finally I see Jakes old smiling face.

Lana's POV:

God why are we in a fucking field? Harry slides out of my mobi and walks a little ways forwards. I get out and briskly walk over to where he is. He's looking at the ground. Why is he looking at the ground? God just when I think he cant get any more confusing he does something stupid like this. "What the hell is this Harry?" I ask. What is he doing? I expect an answer but all he does is stare at me. His eyes scan my face, but I have no idea what he's thinking. If we're connected aren't I supposed to know what he's thinking? Why is he such a big mystery to me? "Harry?" I call out again, annoyed that he wont give me an answer. He just looks at the ground again.

What the hell is this? We're in a field on the outskirts of the city and he's starting at the ground so intently you would think he was solving a math equation. I open my mouth to call out his name again but his hand comes up, silencing me. What is he doing?

A small smirk comes on to his face as if he figured everything out. He noticeably tenses, what is he about to do. Then he jumps up in the air and stomps on a little square patch of dirt.

My jaw drops. He's totally lost it. He's insane, off his rocker! Thats it, that explains it. He's just crazy okay. Wait a second. The dirt is rattling. What? Dirt doesn't rattle! After he stomps hard on the ground that rattles three times he just steps back with the smuggest freaking smile on his face.

I look at the ground again. Except its not ground. They're wooden panels. Its a door! On flat ground! Are we going underground? There is a thud from the other side. Are there people down there? This is crazy. I can hear voices. It sounds like a man and a woman. There are grunts and groans and then suddenly the door/ ground whatever thingy flies open and the smiling face of an old man appears.
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