Latch (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

17. Somewhere

"Turn that up!" I instructed Harry, and he rolled his eyes while twisting the volume dial.

The English countryside flashed by us in a haze of green and yellow as we drove at a rampant speed.

"Sugar we're going down!" We both screamed the lyrics in between laughing. I felt his hand on my bare thigh and goosebumps rose from his touch. I looked over to him and his eyes were firmly planted on the road.

I tried to ignore the tension of his hand so close to me, but then he started rubbing his thumb over and back my leg. I bit my bottom lip and looked out the window.

I saw his head turn to look at me, and then back at the road. I'd thought my uneasiness had gone unnoticed until he started talking.

"So sensitive." He chuckled to himself, but obviously for my benefit too.

I smacked his hand off my thigh, and crossed my arms in a huff. From pissyness and frustration.

"It's gonna take a lot more than that to stop me." He said under his breath but I heard him, this time I believe it was not for my benefit.

After a little while of silence, we pulled up to a grassy car park.

"Harry where are we?" I asked, looking around as we stepped out of the car, the sun was beating down and I could smell, salt?

"Gods honest truth Liv..." He began. "I have no fucking idea."

"What the fuck do you mean Harry?" I walked over to him, I can't be intimidating when he's so damn tall.

He looked like he was thinking and then all of a sudden I was tossed over his back like a sack of coal. Does this kid ever cool.

He began running and I thought he was gonna fall and take me with him, he sketched it through grass, then the grass turned to sand

"Harry, you bastard if you drop me!" I yelled and he put me down, we were in the middle of two sand dunes when he approached me provocatively.

He grabbed my thighs and hoisted me up, backing us against a sandy wall. His hand were under my bum and his lips were so near my mouth. His minty breath was fanning against my face and I could smell his scent of cologne and cigarettes. I know he smokes but not heavily, once in a while but the smell clings to him and it's euphorically intoxicating.

I was wearing large sunglasses that blackened my view of his face and the world around us.

He took my glasses of my head and fixed them to hand from his black T-shirts neckhole.

"They're mine." I breathed as he inched closer.

"And you're mine." He growled before hungrily attacking my lips. There was nothing sweet and innocent about this kiss, just passion and lust. Just ferocity and ownership. Fighting for dominance of the others kiss. He pressed his abdomen further into mine as the spark began to flicker.

It's as he's throwing gasoline on the already burning fire I hold for him. My hands raked through his messy curls, accidentally tugging on them, this making him groan into the kiss. What a perfect accident. I continued until I could feel myself turning blue from the lack of oxygen I was getting. I pulled back, biting his bottom lip as I did so. I have no idea why I did that, it's almost instinctive, he seemed to be very taken with my actions. His eyes were screwed shut as I let go, his lip bouncing back into place.

"You're such a tease." He breathed, kissing me lightly and delicately before letting my legs fall and I landed on my feet. "Let's go for a walk." He smiled and took my hand in that couple kind of way.

Turns out we were on a beach, that explains the dunes. It was a truly beautiful beach with a dark blue ocean that rolled against the golden shore. I didn't know this much beauty was in Cheshire. It was really quite and I was thankful for it.

"Wow it's beautiful." I took in the scenery around me as we walked through the sand, my dirty white converse filling with sand but I didn't care.

"Just like you." He watched me watching the world, I blushed and looked down to the ground.

"Since when did you become so lovely?" I asked, smiling at my... well, I don't know what we are.

"Since you became involved." He said almost instantly.

I held onto his muscular arm and leaned into him. We walked for a while until Harry began to complain of being tired, so we sat down on the soft sand.

I picked it up and let it slip through my fingers, like an hourglass. I squinted over at Harry to see what he was doing. He was taking his shirt off. His body was toned and his tattoos stood out in little inked markings against his tan skin. Wow.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He jeered at me and I blushed, hugging my knees to my chest and letting the sea air wash over me. "You know what, I'm gonna go run and get your guitar. I'll be back in five minutes." He got up and began jogging away from me.

Bye then.

Harrys POV

"Mr Styles, how are you?" He said into the phone.

"Well, thank you." I replied, why is he calling me now?

"Hmm. So yes, remind me again of the deadline?" His posh end voice annoyed me to such an extent.

"Look, I know when the deadline is. One month, I'll have it ready by then. I know all this, why are you calling me now?" I asked while pulling Livs guitar out of the trunk of mums car.

"Come now Mr Styles, there's no need to be short. There's a lot of people who could only dream of being in your position. We're booked up with appointment's for two weeks, so you have a month. Just making sure you remembered what you promised." He sneered.

"How could I forget. Goodbye Mr Alcorn." I said in a fake cheery tone and hung up. Jesus. How can I do this.

I pushed it to the back of my mind and decided to worry about this when two weeks is up. I need her now, that's my main focus. Her.

A/N: Harry lad what you up to?
Lol I know.
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-C.X