You really think I'll let you go alone? // Harrison Osterfield.

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I was walking out of my friend's house probably because I was too drunk to drive when I hear a familiar voice and footsteps coming from behind me.

"Y/N!" Harrison yelled running towards me.

I stopped in my tracks and turn around to see him tired of chasing me after like less than 5 minutes of walking out of that noisy bright house.

"What?" I asked. I mean...what could he possibly have to say to me at this hour? I was just walking home. Not like I was leaving for like...forever.

"Come on. I'm driving you home." he said, just looking down at me.

"No, I'm fine. I'll just pick up the car tomorrow." I reply, not wanting to cause him any trouble.

"Y/N, it's like, almost 3:00 in the morning. You really think I'd let you walk home, alone?" he asked, thinking if I was that stupid.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm gonna go straight home anyway."

"Y/N, something bad could happen. Now come on. I'm driving you home whether you like it or not." he said, a bit worried at the first sentence.

"No." I just say, as I turn to start walking in the direction going back to my house.

Suddenly, he picks me up and surprisingly takes the car keys out my pocket, walking back to my car.

"HARRISON! PUT. ME. DOWN!" I screamed.

"Like I said, I'm driving you home whether you like it or not."  he said as unlocked the car.

I pouted as he opened the car door and put me in the passenger seat.
He walked around the car and got in the driver seat and started the car.

"Put your seatbelt on." he said, as I did what he told me cause like...I don't wanna die. Soo...safety first.

We got to my place and I walked out of the car going to him and said, "I still could've just walked myself home and picked up my car tomorrow."

"No. Something could've happened on your way here. It's better that I drove you home." he said, proud of himself that he actually drove me home and dealt with my stubborn self.

"Well, thank you for your concern." I say, kissing him lightly on his cheek.

I could've sworn I saw his cheeks turn a little bit pink as he just turned to walk off.

I walk my way to my front door and walk up to my room as quietly as possible.

Once I get into my room, I close the door and lay in bed thinking, "What a sweet guy, that blonde cutie."








- Okay so....HOW WAS THIS FOR MY FIRST EVER IMAGINE? Lol. I tried to do good. I tried. I just randomly thought of this and thought to myself "Instead of letting the idea drift away from my stupid brain, I'll go write it already. Ok. Bye. Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo - Elle/Lex

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