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sixteen.

elizabeths pov.

I drove Harry's car with harry in the passenger seat rubbing my thought with his oversized hand.

liam drove harry to the party and he was following us back to harrys place. I couldn't tell if harry was either mad at me or just wanted to comfort me. I was too scared to look at him even though I knee he was looking at me.

it has been about 10 minutes in the car and it was been completely silent, I wanted to ask harry what he wanted to talk about but I decided not to.

   "what's wrong?" harry asked still rubbing my thigh.

   "nothing." I tried as hard as I could to show a smile.

   "you haven't said anything." harry said.

  "just thinking." I sighed.

  "about what?" he asked me.

  "stuff." I shrugged.

  "ok." harry sighed taking his hand off of my thigh.

  "what?" I asked.

  "what?" he huffed.

  "why are you pissy?" I asked.

  "im not." he sighed.

  "well why did you take your hand off of my thigh?" I asked him.

  "oh you didn't want me to?" he perked up.

  "I'm not going to confirm or deny that." I let out a small laughed.

  "c'mon." harry cooed. "tell me."

"nah." I giggled.

  "do I have to tickle you?" harry asked.

  "um no because if you do im going to crash." I said.

  "ill just have to wait until we get home." he laughed.

I rolled my eyes and pulled into harrys driveway to his house.

harry rushed inside before me and I took my time walking inside, I didn't want to be questioned by Jen. Liam pulled up in his car soon after I did.

  "are you alright?" Liam asked coming to my side.

"yeah." I gave a small smile.

"harry was really worried about you." Liam said. "I haven't seen him so happy in a long time."

I just nodded and opened the door for Liam and walked inside after him to see everyone else passed out of the couch and floor.

  "im going to get some sleep, have a goodnight." liam said giving me a hug.

  "Same to you too." I smiled and made my way upstairs to Harry's room.

I never noticed that harry had family pictures hanging up when you walk up stairs they were beautiful. harry was so cute as a baby and now he's just ugh.

harrys bedroom door was cracked open and I could see harry sitting on his bed with only his tight black boxers on.

  "do you like what you see?" Harry asked looking at the direction I was standing in.

  "I was just -uh- uh." I said opening the door a little more.

"what?" harry smiled.

"you said you wanted to talk." I said.

  "we will but I'm tired and I want to sleep maybe in the morning." harry said crawling under the bed sheets.

  "ok goodnight Harold." I smiled closing the door.