Again

Chapter 26.

"I like your car more," I say as I get off. The drive was fast and he was definitely above speed limit. Half of the time I was literally clenching to his thin shirt. "You tried to kill us out there."

"It was just fun, Mia. Stop whining."

I huff. "Look if you'll be like this the whole time, you might as well get me back to school."

He looks at me, the sunglasses still on his nose. "No, I'm just... I'll try, okay?"

I nod. I'm really not interested in deepening the conversation. We drove for about a forty minutes maybe less considering his speed. It was fun - but I won't admit it. Instead I watch him turn off the ignite and shift the bag on my shoulders around. My mother got it for me last Christmas. The whole bag is mainly made out of black leather. But big and comfortable enough for all the stuff I carry with me. She said that if I had to take backpack I should at least take a 'chic' one.

"Is it too heavy?" he suddenly speaks up, pink lips slightly parted as he watches me. I take my hands from the strings on my shoulders.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks," I say as I take a look around. It doesn't look much different when with pure daylight brightening the streets and less drunk college students around. But I still would've recognized it. "What are we doing here?"

"I got to get some stuff and my car," he says as he leads me into the frat house. Now without the party going on, I can see how big and cozy the place actually is. Mostly male students have gathered into small groups, talking and laughing. I recognize some of them from the party, but try to avoid their curious eyes.

"Whey! Harry!" one of the guys get up, clapping Harry one the shoulder before giving his attention to me. He winks at me, taking my hand in one swift movement and pressing a kiss to the outside of my hand. "And hello gorgeous."

"Wes," Harry grunts. We both turn our heads at him and Wes lets my hand go. "Get lost."

Wes nods, a smug grin forming on his lips. "Don't worry, Styles. I won't come between you and your current bed bunny. You can lead her the way to my room when you're done with her."

Excuse you.

My jaw drops at him as he sends me a wink. This guy is as subtle as it gets. I feel my face getting red, probably darker than my actually hair color. I open my mouth to reply when I feel strong fingers wrapping around my arm and pulling me towards the stairs. When we reach the first step, Harry turns back around, walks back at Wes and grabs the collar of his shirt. He whispers something in his ear before turning back towards me. When I take a last look at Wes, he doesn't even dare to look me into the eyes.

"What did you say to him? He looks like he has seen a ghost," I tell him the second we get into his room. It's still the way I remember it. He closes the door behind me and I just stay still while he walks towards his dresser. I push the backpack from my shoulders and place it on the floor. My shoulders arch a little, and I adjust my white cardigan.

"He won't come near you again," is all he says. I stay still, molting over the scene that happened moments ago. He looks up, the color of his eyes look just like the first time I looked into them. Molten jade. Nothing else, no darkness nor shadows. I can't seriously believe that he would do anything for me if Wes comes along again. It shouldn't warm my heart and make me want to hug him. He can see how my thoughts are troubling him and gets in front of me.

"What's wrong?"

I don't want to tell him. It's not like he's feeling the same way about me. If this guy automatically thought that I'm Harry's 'bed bunny', then how many did he actually have before?