run away//h.s.

guilty pleasures.

 ((any mistakes will be checked later on lovlies)) 

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Jessica's Pov.

I said my goodbyes with Niall. It was quite an enjoyable time as it lasted and we were leaving on the private jet today. I hated all of this to be honest. I would get motion sickness, I don't know it's just gross. I was thinking of pros and cons about Harry. I mean this is all too fast. But I don't mind I guess. I knocked on Harry's door wanting to talk to him. Although he was an annoying little shit, he's quite amusing at certain occasions. The door swung open revealing the curly haired boy.

“What.”he asked.

I shrugged, stepping inside the room, as he closed the door. “I just wanted someone to talk to”. He gave a lazy grin and sat at the same love seat as me. I hugged my knees, providing some space for his long legs.

“What makes you think I'd like to talk to you?”he smirked.

I mirrored his actions. Although I had thought of tons of comebacks in my mind, I decided to just cease on using them. “Would you like to play 21 questions? I don't know but I'll additively say that your company is the best out of everyone else right now”. Fuck I muttered, that wasn't suppose to come out. He did a small chuckle before nodding his head to the side.

“I guess I'll go first what do you want to be, Jess.”he smiled, dimples prominantly showing.

I felt as no one else was in the room at the moment. I—It was becoming more and more affectionate as the seconds tick by and I don't know why. I smiled at his question though. “I always wanted to be an astronaut.” I muttered, imagining what it would be like in space. You know away from everything. “You could die.”he smirked. “Well I rather die in space than to live in this bullshit society.” I frowned. I had little hope for the world around me. People thought I was in the depressive phase and shit but they don't get it. “Do you get me?” I wanted to keep rambling on and on. It's what I do in topics I liked. I don't know what I'm even thinking of 90% of the time when I do this.

“Yeah, I get it. You don't like society. People think your overly depressive.”he smiled.

“Ha you actually get me?”I reached over him, playfully touching his arm by poking it.

“There's a fine line between sympathy and empathy, Jess. Only 95% of human beings can afford to only give sympathy. No one really gives empathy.” he stated nonchalantly.

“Your pretty all right Styles, I'll keep that in mind.” I smiled over at him. He winked at me, chuckles escaping his deep pink lips. But I seriously had to quote him on that. It was unbelievably true. I decided to add on some fun other statements. “You know what annoys me the most as well? When fricken teens wear band t-shirts and like they haven't even listened to one of their songs. Like there were these girls wearing Green Day t-shirts, BET THEY NEVER HEARD A SONG FROM THEM OR ACTUALLY ENJOYED IT.” I felt like I was rambling too much as I lingered my digit over my cheeks. The heat was rising onto my face. “I-I. Sorry I didn't mean to ramble a lot.”I spoke. “It's a small habit of mine sometimes. I just don't seem to stop you know? You probably don't. Sorry I-” I was irrupted by Harry's laughter.

“You're rambling again.”he smiled.

Harry's Pov.

I enjoyed it when she rambles. I'm not going to lie. Her cute features becoming more prominent as she huffed a bit. I think I'm drunk what am I even saying. “You want to come over in my flat with me?” I asked, grabbing my keys; it was getting boring here. “Don't you mean your fucking mansion?”She asked laughing at me. I was quick to notice that as her lips quivered upwards to smile, her eyes did ditto. I escorted her out of the building. I noticed it was hailing. It was the middle of September, what the actual heck. It shouldn't start till a bit later or something, right? “Run!” I screamed, laughing. Her eyes became wide as a small piece of ice hit her head. We both scurried to the car. It was raining and hailing at the same time. What even is this.