Better Than Words

The drive home

Wonderwall-Oasis

Stacy's Mom-Fountains of Wayne

He led me to his car which turned out to be a 2010 Porsche 911. It was gray and actually really pretty. I was mostly into trucks and blue sports cars but this is nice.

"Nice wheels Styles." I comment hopping into the passenger seat.

He grins and settles himself into his own designated seat. He starts the engine and fishes around the console for a second before holding up a little cord.

I squint to see an aux cord pinched between his very large fingers.

"Thanks." I say grabbing the cord and plugging it into my phone.

"Listen I'm going to play some of my fav songs ok. So these are kind of old." I explain starting the playlist.

To my surprise Harry knew the majority of the bands and was very interested in the ones he didn't know.

"So tell me something interesting about yourself Styles." I say

"What's there to know?" He asks in the same questioning tone.

"What's your...favorite color?" I ask playing a little game of 21 questions.

"Don't have one." He simply replies.

I nod like a therapist and say, "and how does that make you feel?"

"It makes me feel like I'm treating every color of color with equality and no discrimination." He says in a joking but serious tone.

"Hm I see." I pretend to speculate. "What would be your favorite food."

"Sweetcorn And Tacos all the way baby." He says.

I scrunch my nose up in disgust, "Corn? Seriously?" He nods innocently, "corn is so disgusting. Olives are wayyy better." I look at him expecting him to agree.

But he has his own mask of disgust on his face.

"Wait do you not like olives?!" I yell playfully.

"Nope." He said popping the 'p'.

"But olives are the delicacy of all appetizers. Stuffed or plain. Garlic or peppered. There's kalamata, manzanilla, and all types of olives." I say with passion.

"I have the feeling you like olives."

"Whatever gave you the idea haz?"

"I have no clue." He said as we stopped at a light looking over at me.

"I bet I know you better than you know me."

"I beg to differ." He scoffs.

"Oh yeah?" I ask.

"Yea, I bet you, that you know nothing about me." Harry says, his lips parting.

Oh Styles you have no idea. Everyone knows you. You're the flirt, the charm, the accent. Your whole lot is.

I smile and turn back in my seat to face the road, "you have no idea."

"My turn." I look at Harry questioning .

"What is your favorite color?" He asks.

"Hmm it changes a lot." I answer coyly.

"I'll rephrase," he said rolling his eyes, "What's your favorite color today?" He glances at me from the corner of his eyes.

"Maybe...pink." I say after a long time of thinking.

"Favorite food?" He grins thinking he knows my full answer.