Mixed Up // Harry Styles

Seven

                                                 CHAPTER SEVEN

     “You’ve gone way out of London here, do you realise that?” Harry shoots his warning question at me as soon as I shut the car door behind me.

     “Well I was at a boxing tournament and I got invited to the after party,” I answer him and look out the window as small rain droplets begin to patter against the car windows.

     “What did you do at the party?” In the reflection of the window and his face clearly lit up by the street light, I’m able to see his eyebrow quirk upwards.

     “Nothing, I was only there for half hour,” I tell him and withdraw my gaze from the outside world and to the boy sat in the driver’s seat beside me, his hands firmly secured to the steering wheel with his knuckles turning white.

     “Did you do anything you weren’t meant to?” He questions warily and turns his head away from me, looking straight ahead at the road.

     I ignore his question, shaking my head and mentally tutting at him. “Harry, I didn’t spend two hours on a curb waiting for you so that you could question me, can we get moving please?”

     Harry coughs awkwardly and starts the engine, checking the road although it’s deserted and 1am. I press the radios on button and music begins to blast through the speakers, one of Ed Sheerans songs to exact and Harry instantly begins humming along with a smile on his face. Quickly, I turn it off again and sink into the car seat, tugging my jacket across my shivering body and pulling my hood over my head.

     “What was that for?” Harry’s voice whines.

     “Not in the mood,” I grumble and block his voice out as I close my eyes.

                                                               *

     “Holly.” I hear my name being softly called and my body being gently shaken, “Hol, wake up, we’re home.”

     I turn over in the seat and my eyes snap open to check my surroundings, Harry’s face high above mine and peering down at me with a smirk on his face. Right now would be the perfect moment to lean forward and kiss him, if only we was in a relationship with one another, then it would be perfect.

     “Right, well um, I better get out.” I stammer and unclip my seatbelt, refusing to look into his green eyes any longer that are making me slightly uncomfortable beneath his gaze.

     “Do you want me to walk you to the door?”

     I close the car door again and look at him, “I’ll be fine and its best you don’t.”

     He just nods his head and looks away from me, staring at nothing on the outside.

     “Bye Harold, thank you for the lift.” I lean over and peck his cheek gently, quickly reaching for the car door handle again and clambering out onto the street.

     I slam the door shut and wave him off as he drives up the street and out of view, dashing up my pathway and greeting the stray cat sat on the knee-height wall to my left before pushing the flat block door open and closed again, racing up the stairs to the top floor to get to my flat.

     Once inside, I throw my jacket to the floor along with my bag and slip my shoes off in a random spot in the hallway as I make my way towards the kitchen to make myself a drink of water quickly before crossing the hallway and into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me to prevent my cat from wandering into my room. I strip down into my pyjamas and pull the covers back, climbing into the bed and getting comfy but being disturbed when my phone vibrates in my jean pocket.

     “That can wait,” I groan and roll over in the bed, pressing my face into the pillow and letting my arms wrap around it, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.