Billie Jean [h.s]

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Love bugs we've reached 1k. My baby Billie Jean is an 1k star ⭐️! Thanks for all the support and love! This means the world to me!
-Powerhouse 🤍

He started the car and with his ringed hand on the steering wheel, he smashed his foot on the gas speeding off.

My back hit the seat harshly and Harry face turned to me with a loud amusing laugh.

"I suggest you buckle up, pretty gal." Harry advices as I sent him the roll of the eye and doing what he says.

"Oh lighten up, I'm just joking." he laughs harder as we sped through the slightly empty streets.

It's Sunday of course, no one would barely be out, but the wind blew through my curls viciously and my face was pulling from the rapid blows of air.

This was all too great to be true, but seeing the veins in Harry's creamy hand, the glistening stars sprinkled across his eyes, and his sweet scent of rosewood bouncing from his body. I knew it wasn't a dream. That I was with him and I was loving every second of it.

I stared at him a minute longer and too my surprise he seemingly didn't mind.

"This is a nice car Harry." I say touching the seats in admiration.

"Yea, It's my dad's. It's pretty groovy." he says softly and I suddenly realized I didn't no much about my new friend and I was so willing to hop into his car.

He could be a killer after women like that one weird guy.

Ted Bundy.

Daddy read some stuff about him in the newspaper and mama been on edge ever since. Always telling me to watch for men like him.

"You're not a killer are you?" I blurt out.

Harry's laughter echoed through the car and I couldn't bring myself to laugh because I on the other hand was very serious.

He noticed my demeanor and his smile vanished a bit.

"Of course not. Do I look like the killer type to you?" he asks trying to make the most intimidating face he could pull off that only made me burst into laughter.

He can kill me with his looks that's about it.

"I guess not." I whimper and then clearing my throat.

"Does your dad know you're out right now with me?" I nervously ask and he turned to the road still speeding. I noticed the way his fingers curled around the steering wheel and he unconsciously shifted awkwardly in his chair while his jaw tightens suddenly.

"No." he answers sternly.

I let out an awkward giggle and shifted my way to him. "No to you being or no to you being out with-"

"No to both, Billie Jean." Harry shuts me off with his answer and in that moment I felt disappointed. I know that I shouldn't because what was expecting? Him to say yes and his family being cool with this.

"oh." was all that I could conjure up as I gently turned myself to the window not wanting him to see me a bit upset. The feeling will wash away soon.

I felt a hand glide on top of mines and the cold metal gracing my knuckles. My breathing hitched a bit as my eyes landed on the sight placed on my thigh.

"Just because our families are the way they are, doesn't mean you and I have to be the same." Harry softly says the feeling of his skin on mines melted me and suddenly had an urge to grasp them and hold them.

What was my friend doing to me?

I said nothing as we finally made it to the parking lot. He cut the car off making the car and our surroundings silent. His hand still on top of mines.

"Ready?" he whispers to me making me frown in confusion.

"Ready for what?"

"It's a surprise." he smiles leaning ever slightly towards me causing my eyes to widen, but then clicking of my seat belt brought me back to reality.

"I don't like surprises." I nonchalantly say, but really I wanted to smack myself in the head for such a lie I just told. I loved surprises.

"hmpt? Is that so. You'll love my surprises." he says unbuckling himself and opening his door. "Wait there."

I nod as he gets out, closing his door. He walked around to my side and pulled my door open. "Thanks for being patient." he chuckles with his hand out for me to grab. I beamed placing my small hand into his and my body jolted to a sparkling tingle once our skin connected.

He must have felt it to by the way he bit down on his strawberry lip.

"Now, close your eyes." he instructed. For a moment I glared at him. He's for sure a killer. This must be one of his tricks.

"It's apart of the surprise, Bee." Harry rolls his eyes playfully making me smirk.

It was the nickname. The nickname made me do it. I close my eyes for my daisy friend.

"Atta girl." he says lowly and I suddenly felt a tingle. The way he encourages me makes me weak. Maybe it's his voice or maybe it's just him.

Whatever it was I wanted more of that.

I felt his hands going over my face and his body stirred real close to my behind. "Now take a few steps for me." his rapid voice says close to my ear. I felt goosebumps running up my arms as I proceed to move.

I stumbled a bit but I did what was told. We walked for only a few seconds until I felt grass beneath my feet. "Take a few more and we'll be almost there." Harry mumbles to me still close to my ears as one of his hands slid down my arm and innocently on my waist. His thumb pressing into my side rather deep.

"Such a good girl." he says to me making my throat hitch. I bit my bottom lip trying to contain the perfect response back, but when his grip tighten I couldn't tame it anymore.

"Only for you."

A gentle hum released from his throat and I smiled at that response. Speechless, I suppose.

"You can open your eyes now, bunny." he says softly and I did exactly that.

I beamed at the sight, my heart fluttering a bit. There was a small blanket laid out on the dock with a brown basket, and a few lanterns lit up to give us some light.

"Is this for us?" I asked turning to him as he placed his hand in his pockets.

"Of course it is, do ya like it?"

"This is groovy Harry. I love it." I forgot everything when I Just rushed myself into his arms, hugging him tightly. He was startled, not hugging back, but in seconds he grabbed ahold of me burying his head into my neck.

I released only for him to still be holding me. I gazed up at him with a grin and he was lost somewhere along the lines of my lips.

Out of habit, I licked my bottom lip. His eyes fluttered at that action. My heart rate increased at ever second that he held.

"Ready to eat." I blurt out as his eyes laced to my very own brown ones. His smile widen as if he was actually happy here with me.

and I was happy here with him.

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The song I used is not in the 70s, but it just through me in the mood🥴!