American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 38 - Let me braid your pubes

"Come on, get in the car." Harry says.

"No." I reply, crossing my arms over my chest.

I've been walking for about an hour and Harry has been trying to get me to go inside, but I'm not doing that.

I am actually trying to distance myself from Harry, but he decided that he's going to make that job more difficult for me.

I've currently come up with a plan though. Avoid Harry as much and possible and then eventually my feelings for him will disappear.

I think it's a great plan, but since Harry decided to chase me down and is now trying to force me into his car, my plan is not working well.

Yeah it's like 4 am and I can't feel my toes because it's freezing and I decided to run away in the middle of the night...but, so what?

"Emma, you're gonna get sick. Please just get in the car." Harry begs.

Ok, now he's worried about my health? I swear to the lord he is trying to ruin my perfect air tight plan.

Well it's not very air tight now.

Thanks Harry.

"No, I'm fine. I'm not a pussy-" I was cut off by my own sneeze and turn to see Harry giving me the 'really bitch' face.

"Who was that?" I gasp dramatically, looking back and forth.

"Just get in the car, please." He begs.

"No Harry, nothing in the world will make me get in that car." I shake my head, continuing to walk forward.

"You know what bugs come out at night?" Harry says, making me turn to him with furrowed eyebrows.

"If you say what I think you're gonna say.."

"Crickets." He whispers.

I yelp when I feel something touch my foot and I look down to see it's just a leaf. I groan and get in the passengers seat next to a very smug Harry, crossing my arms and turning away from him.

"Thank you." He says, letting out a breath of relief and turning around to head back home.

I don't respond and instead just try to focus on anything that's not Harry. I see something in the corner of my eye and realize it's just Harry's hand. I look to see he's wearing his rings. I wonder how they would feel against my bare a-

Stop! Oh my god, stop it right now!

Someone get me some fucking holy water.

Also, can someone get me fucking eye condoms so I can safely fuck Harry with my eyes, you know extra percussions-

No! Stop!

Emma Wiley, you have a boyfriend and you are not going to drool over some British pop star even if he has such hot fucking hands-

Shut the fuck up. Just...shut the fuck up.

"Emma, are you alright?" Harry's voice snaps me from my bad thoughts and I just clamp my lips together and give him a nod.

"Listen...I'm sorry about the song you heard I was just singing and if I knew you were there I wouldn't h-"

"It's fine, H. I just... run.. sometimes." I lie, turning to look out the window.

"Really? You like...never ever run. In fact, every time you do run you complain the whole time." He says, furrowing his eyebrows.

"People change." I reply, simply.