Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

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  "Okay, so what now?" I asked. It was only 5 o'clock at the time, and Harry was driving me to who knows what and who knows where. Everytime I asked him where we were going, he denied my request for an answer and continued to focus on the task at hand, driving. I may be in love with this block head, but I am not in love with his stubborness. It makes me mentally insane in the head. However, I could never stay mad at Harry, because he always had that charm that made me weak at the knees. It made me want to slap him.

  "I told you, I'm not telling you until we get there," he said while he chuckled quietly. I groaned and slid down in my seat defeated.

  "But it is a place right?" I asked. He looked over at me, gave me a look and continued to drive not taking his eyes off of the road.

  "Yes, Florence. It is a place. Just like my house where we had to get the damn car for you!" he scolded mildly as he grinned.

  Okay, that might have been a stupid question to ask, because I just brought up the conversation we had about an hour ago..

~*~

{hour ago}

 "This is so nice," I said as I laid my head down on Harry's toned body. He held me close as we gazed at the yellowing clouds above. He made sure that I saw every cloud and its apparent form. Every now and then he would point one out and say,"Hey that's a car!" or, "Flo! Look at the peanut over there!" It was a never ending cycle of cars and peanuts. It made me giggle every now and again at first, but then it just got old. 

  "Hey, Babe, look at the-"

"Let me guess, car?" I asked wearily.

"I was going to say peanut, but whatever you say," he grinned.

  I rolled my eyes and exhaled slowly clutching on to Harry's shirt. "Are you getting bored?" he asked.

 "I'm getting bored of only seeing cars and peanuts," I replied almost bitterly closing my eyes. He breathed in and out as his hand drew circles on my back comfortingly. I felt him move around a bit before he sat up straight.

  "We have to go," he said quietly in my ear. I nodded and opened my eyes being greeted by his beautiful face. He got up, brushed himself off, and helped me up as well. I brushed all of the sand off of me as well as we made our way to the motorcycle. Harry motioned for me to get on, but I stood there frozen. He raised an eyebrow, and handed me a helmet, but I pushed it away.

  "You expect me to go on that hell of machinery again?" I asked.

"Well, um, yeah?" he replied.

 "No way," I said.

 "C'mon! You did it, like, three times today!" Harry said raising his voice.

 "Well, I'm a little weary about it, because do you remember what happened about a month ago? A car accident! I don't want to go through hell like that again," I said looking at the ground remembering the horror in that time. 

  He looked at me.

  I looked at him.

  "Would you like for me to get the car instead then?" he asked. I nodded, and he sighed shaking his head at me. "You're lucky you're so adorable," he said as he got his keys from inside. I mentally gave myself a high-five and waited for Harry to unlock the car. When he did, I jumped in the passenger's seat and waited for our adventure.

~*~

{Present Time}

  "We're here," he smiled as he parked the car. I raised an eyebrow as I recognized my driveway. "Why are we in my driveway?" I asked. "You know that you can't be here."