Chiot - H.S. (on hold)

.9 what did i miss?

a/n : sorry it's been a little while.. i wasn't super happy with this story. but i really love the direction it's going in now so let me know what you think!

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I hummed along to the radio, not really knowing what particular song was playing. The more I listened to the radio, the more all the melodies started to blend together. There was nothing wrong with that, though. I preferred to drive to music I didn't have to think too much about. I would change the station if there was too much talking, or even if it was a song I liked too much. In my eyes, good music was meant to be listened to without any other distractions. Nevertheless, I often didn't give the music much mind while I drove. 

A new song began to play, and I couldn't help but dance along a bit. It was a different sound than the songs I had heard in a while. I found myself caught up in the introduction, swaying as I slowed down to the red light. 

She's got a family in Carolina, so far away but she says I remind her of home, feeling oh so far from home..

His voice rang in my ears as the memories all started to come back.

But there was no way to know this was about me, I thought. He's met so many people, so many women.. 

Townes, better swim before you drown..

Okay, sh*t. No denying that one. I could almost hear him saying it, calling me that and telling me he was sorry. It wasn't his fault, I think that's what I had told him at the time. Jobs come and jobs go. Plus I was young. 

But it was his fault. I knew that, he knew that, and he knew that I knew that he knew that. 

Sh*t. 

The honking of the car behind me shook me out of my euphoric state. 

The light was green. I wasn't moving. 

"Sorry!" I leaned out the window a bit and waved back to them. 

I rolled up my window and started driving, the song still playing. It was hard to pay attention to the lyrics when all I could hear was his voice. His voice. 

I pulled onto the curb and brought my hands up to my face. I wiped tears away from my eyes. They weren't sad tears, no, for the first time I was actually crying happy tears while thinking about him. A smile escaped onto my face and I couldn't help but laugh while basking in the memories. I wondered if his tears were happy ones when he thought of me. I wondered if he even thought of me at all. 

How would I tell her that she's all I think about? Well I guess she just found out..

"Goddamnit, Styles," I laughed. "I hope that means you kept my number."