ambience [h.s]

CHAPTER 20.

Harry does an awful parking job, and I tell him that, but he ignores me. It’s not like it matters anyway since there are no cars here so I say-

“Why don't you just park sideways?” To that he replies-

“Ok.” Then he puts the car in reverse and does exactly that. I laugh the whole time while Diana flips out from the back seat. 

“This is illegal! This is illegal!” Niall nods in agreement but has a grin plastered across his face. When the job is done we all hop out and admire it. He did awful, and it’s great. I cheerfully stroll inside the surprisingly lit up little place. Harry demands us to go overboard because he is paying. Niall seems perfectly fine with those orders. Harry leads me to the back where you fill up your cup with his hand on the small of my back. Even that can’t drive me crazy. He doesn't seem to notice though, thank God. He hands me the biggest cup there is and we go through looking at all the flavors. Birthday cake catches my eye.

“I want to try it.” Harry declares. He kneels down and opens his mouth. I understand what he's doing as he places his open mouth right under the yogurt machine. I pull down on the lever and a steady stream of yogurt comes out. When his mouth is full I stop. I am giggling and he smiles then starts screaming like a girl. He grasps his head in his hands and I get the picture, brain freeze. I fill mine up with whatever flavor that was and chocolate. I get a bunch of toppings and Harry stands next to me at the checkout line. The only employee in the whole place is standing at the cash register. I put my cup on the scale and his eyes rake down my body. I think it’s just cause I’m in pajamas. Harry thinks otherwise and he puts an arm around my waist. I roll my eyes at him. Baby. 

“$3.45 babe.” The guy says from behind the cash register. Harry’s arm stiffens. 

“I got it babe.” Harry kisses the side of my head and pulls out his wallet, keeping one arm around me the whole time. 

“No public displays of affection please.” The guy grumbles. I squeeze Harry’s bum and he can’t hide the smile that springs to his face. 

“Sorry.” I say with a flirtatious smile, Harry doesn't like that. He growls and kisses my cheek, just to piss off this stranger. 

“Sir, I said no PDA.” Harry smirks and turns my head with his large hand. He presses his lips to mine and the feeling is so heavenly I can’t even pull away. When Harry does, his mouth is curved into a sly smile as he licks his lips. 

“I say no flirting with my fucking girlfriend.” Harry’s voice is calm and even as he hands the guy a ten and tells him to keep the change. We stroll away casually, and I hold my laugh in as long as possible. When we are at a table behind Diana and Niall outside, I let it out. 

“You are sexy when you're mad.” I whisper. His face gets pink and his dimples decide to join us. We talk about work mostly, and I ask him what he thinks of Savannah. 

“She’s hot.” Is all he says. I narrow my eyes. He laughs. “You’re hot, and sexy, and cute, and funny, and wild, and hot again. She’s just hot, and not even like, super hot. You’re super hot.” He says with a grin. I nod in approval. We leave our empty frozen yogurt cups for the douchebag to clean up. Diana and Niall are still talking when we walk up to their table. They don't even seem to notice us. I start banging on a chair with my Doc Martens. Their eyes snap away from each others.

“You guys done?” Harry asks while grabbing my hand. They nod, so we all hop back into the car. I am so tired, and now that my stomach is completely full, with the calming lull of the turns on the road and Harry’s sweet humming, I grab the hand that isn't on the wheel and fall asleep.