part five

                                    

                                          
Harry Styles
                          
"Let me take you home." 
                          
Fucking stupid. What the fuck was I thinking?
                          
Suddenly, her eyes widen and I smirk, knowing my forwardness threw her off guard. 
                          
"You realize that I barely know you, right?" She says. 

                          
I shake my head and chuckle to myself. 
                          
"Look, it's a hell of a lot better than walking home at night. You never know what's out there." 
                          
She lets out a little laugh, shaking her head and looking at the ceiling. 
                          
"Harry, for all I know you could be some lunatic trying to lure me to your basement." I can't help but laugh at her. 
                          
"If you really thought that you wouldn't be talking to me right now." Her face falls and her features soften. Her lips slowly turn upwards into a small smirk. 
                          
"You still want those fries?" she laughs. I shake my head and laugh. 
                          
"I'll pass." She giggles and walks over to me. I get up from my seat and lead her towards the door. 



                          
Lydia White 
                          
From the very beginning, Harry had me wrapped around his finger. He was a perfect, yet dangerous, mix of cocky and charming that lured me in far too quickly. Little did I know, agreeing to let him drive me home would ignite the fire that was the relationship between Harry Styles and I. 
                          
Harry stared at the road, one hand on the wheel while the other played with his bottom lip. He chewed gum and his jaw would clench everytime he bit down. It was hard to look away from him. Everything he did was so intriguing in the strangest way. 
                          
"Left up here?" He asks, snapping me out of the trance his face had put me in. 
                          
"Uh, yeah." I nod. He returns the nod and continues staring at the road. I couldn't wait for this ride to end. This boy was basically a complete stranger and I was letting him take me home. For all I know he could have a totally different plan as to what to do with me, but I put my trust in him for a reason I couldn't pinpoint. 
                          
"So how long have you been working at that diner?" He asks, his eyes flicking between me and the road. 
                          
"About a year now." I reply dryly. He nods in response. 
                          
"Do you like it? I mean I can't imagine anything remotely exciting happens there." 
                          
Oh, you have no idea. 
                          
Harry Styles 
                          
Lydia looked off through the window of the passenger seat. I sat waiting for her to answer my question. The irony in the situation was painful. I was trying to get her to talk about the night we shot it up and she had no idea. Eventually she sighed and looked down at her tiny hands, playing with her fingers. 
                          
"I do like it there." she pauses. "I like it because, you're right, nothing really happens there." she tucks her blonde hair behind her ear, sucking in a deep breath before continuing. "I don't know, things have just been...different lately." she says, still looking down. 
                          
I tilt my head, acting like I had no clue what she could be talking about. 
                          
"Elaborate." I say. 
                          
Again, she sighs. "Something happened. It affected all of us. It's just been really hard to deal with." 
                          
"Well what happ-"
                          
"Four men broke in, told my friends they were gonna kill them, and shot one of my closest friends." 
                          
James. 
                          
I try to act shocked. "Were you there when this happened?" I ask, silently hoping she wasn't. 
                          
"Yeah. I was hiding in the bathroom." she says. Her bottom lip was quivering a little and her eyes were shut tight. I took my free hand and grabbed her shoulder softly. I began using my thumb to rub small circles around it. She took her hand and wiped her eyes which were squeezing out small tear drops. 
                          
"I should've been out there with him. But instead I was hiding in the bathroom like a coward." she cries. 
                          
"Hey, you had no control over what happened that night. I promise you it wouldn't have made any difference if you were out there or not." I say, my hand still on her shoulder. I felt bad for Lydia. I felt bad that she had to be there. However, I didn't feel guilty. I went in there that night with one goal. 
                          
"James didn't deserve to get shot. I wish you could meet him. He's an incredible person." she says. 
                          
I take my hand off her shoulder and place it back on my bottom lip. Focusing on the road. 
                          
Oh Lydia, you have no idea.  






                          
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