"So, did you do your homework?"
"Don't make this more awkward then it has to be."
"Hey you had a choice."
"Not after your little speech involving darkness, and crooks."
"Fine then."
So far the first five minutes of the drive was consumed in silence that was occasionally interupted by one of us breathing to deep or Harry yelling at one of the reckless drivers on the road.
Now he was trying to start conversation while we waited behind a long stream of cars at a red light.
I just didn't get this guy, one minute he hated my guts and would yell at me, then push me up against my car and kiss me the next.
Now he was trying a make a friendly conversation?
He just couldn't seem to make up his mind whether he wanted to befriend me or kill me.
"Your response in class today was amazing." He then compliments as he honks his horn, "It was just me answering your question." I mumble as I slouched in my seat causing my feet to shuffle further up the dashboard and brush against the window sheild.
"But it was a good answer. You obviously have a unique thought process." He says with a smile as he glances to the side at me then back to the road the moment the light changes to the familiar green.
"Is that a compliment or insult?"
"Compliment Tomlinson."
"Oh."
"Not everything I say to you is an insult you know."
I then snorted because it sure seemed like it. Everytime he talked to me I felt like he was making fun of me whether he was complimenting me or not.
"You live in the West Lane apartments, no?" He then asks and I look at him in surprise. How did he know that? I don't recall ever sharing that information with him. "Um..yeah?" I say unsure of how to respond and he licks his lips, "I have to drive by there everyday on my way home and I saw your car parked in their garage." He informs probably noting my instant discomfort.
He did say earlier that he noticed everything, and now I was actually starting to get a bit creeped out by how truthful that statement was becoming.
"I'm not a stalker." He also adds as he turns off the highway. I then laugh at his added on statement,
"You may not be, but you are other things."
"I'm assuming most of them are bad?"
He questions and I press my lips together silenced again before saying, "Yeah pretty much."
He huffs and shakes his head as he turns a sharp left and I yelp when my shoulder connects with the door arising a small smirk on his face.
Arse.
"You did that on purpose." I accuse and he shrugs, "Maybe, maybe not. Yet you wouldn't know because you aren't me. Now are you?" He counters and I could sense a different emotion besides the playful one, centered behind his words. I felt as if they had more meaning then he was portraying.
Like a secret message.
I must be drunk more then I thought.
"Thank goodness for that." I mutter and look out the window as he inhales sharply.
The drive then goes back to a silent one as I pretend to be concentrating on the passing scenery that was mostly hidden by dark; but actually I was watching Harry's facial expressions through my rear view mirror.
After my last statement his expression went blank, when it had been amused less then a few moments ago. I was actually nervous now, because I couldn't tell if I had made him mad or upset or if he was just tired.
I was never fond of blank expressions.
They were different from neutral ones, because when ones expression is neutral you can see the emotion in their eyes but his were matching his face.
Almost like he just turned off.
It was actually kind of creepy now that I noticed it.
It made him look sort of scary.
"Hey why are we driving by the apartments?" I ask then, shooting immediately up into a neater sitting position as we drove clean by the apartments with out him altering the speed in the slightest. "Because your coming home with me for a little bit." He says as he bites the insides of his cheeks and turns on the radio which instantly blasts some dramatic oldies.
"I said I wasn't going home with you." I protest as I turn off the radio the moment he moves his hand back to the steering wheel.
"It's very rare I listen to people Mr. Tomlinson." He says turning the radio back on moments before I turn it off again,
"But this is kidnapping!"
"It's not kidnapping if you take them back."
He then turns on the radio again and puts it louder,
"How do I know you won't murder me or something?" I snap and reach my hand foreward to turn off the radio again and he grabs my wrist with an amazingly fast reflex.
"I will if you don't stop touching my radio." He says as I try to pull my hand back and he releases it then I place it on my knee.
"I'll scream."
"Try something a little less cliche."
"I'll call the cops."
"I doubt I'd be in jail very long."
"I'll hit you."
"I dare you."
I then raise my hand to punch his arm but he uses his ninja reflex once more and grasps my wrist.
"But the concenquences will be drastic." He adds with a smirk while using his free hand to turn right into the White Stone Plaza, an extremely fancy and wealthy neighborhood.
"You live here?" I ask in disbelief as he releases my wrist for what I hope is the final time and I let it fall at my side.
"Yes, this will be my second year here." He informs as I roll my down my window to stick out my head and gaze at the grand houses.
I have never been this close to houses this fantastic before, each one looked like a mini castle or something off of one of those reality tv shows.
"This area costs millions to live in! How much does the University pay you?" I ask in shock as he laughs,
"The University pays me average salary, it's just a hobby. I had plenty of money to the side."
"So your rich?"
"Very."
I then sit back in my seat and close my window.
"I would've never guessed from the way you dress."
"Someone finally said it."
A small smile then appears on my face.
Harry did have good fashion I had to give him that, but it didn't seem like the type of clothing someone with a good chunk of change would own. I know that if I was wealthy I'd dress myself and everyone I loved plus their mother nicely.
"Which one is yours?" I ask actually a tiny bit excited now, at the thought of going into one of these grand homes and getting a personal experiance that I could brag about; but maybe leave out the part involving Harry.
The resistence and fear of going home with him actually was begining to lessen much to my surprise. I still hated him though.
"This one." He informs as he pulls into the parking lot of potentionaly one of the largest houses I've ever seen.
It was a brownish red with a black roof and lit up spetaculary by outside lights that were shaped like lanterns. Words honestly couldn't describe how awesome it looked. It actually suited him perfectly, even though me and Carson were guity of joking around about him living in a hags house with spider webs and a torture chamber. I wander if this house has a torture chamber.
"Do you have a torture chamber?" I then blurt out speaking my mind aloud and he cocks an eyebrow at me as he turns off the car and opens his door, "Depends on what kind your thinking." He says and gets out before closing his door with soft bang.
I could take that answer two different ways, either he did have one or he was screwing with me.
"Coming?" He asks as my door is opened and he steps aside so I could climb out. "I can get my door myself." I tell him as I unbuckle and pull myself out of my seat and to the outside of the car. "I was just being nice." He mumbles and shuts the door. "I thought you hated me?" I question actually starting to feel a surge of confusion because people who hated each other closed the door on the other person, not hold it open for them.
"Depends on your current demeanor." He says as he pushed me gently aside and shut the door. "So when I'm nice your nice?" I ask and he shrugs as I follow him up the marble pathway while wondering if I should run or not.
"Ever heard that old saying treat people the way you want to be treated?"
"Yeah, my mum use to drill that into me."
"Well I believe in the remix of that saying, treat people the way they treat you. If your mean, I'm mean. If your nice, I'm nice. If you hit me, I'll hit back harder. If you hug me, I'll hug back tighter."
"That's actually an interesting way to look at it."
I admit truthfully while stopping behind him as he pulled out his pocketed keys and shoved them into the lock.
"Same goes for your veiw on Romeo and Juliet." He says and I grinned for I was begining to find it amusing that he was so amazed by my answer.
"Now don't steal anything." He teases as he opens the door and holds it open so I could walk inside.
"Whoa." I say the moment I enter the front hall.
The floors were shone to perfection and stopped at the edge of the cream colored carpet which led to the living room, and the tan wood of the curved staircase that looked similiar to the one from Annie.
"This hall is bigger then my whole apartment!" I say as I look around with wide eyes and Harry smiles proudly as he kicks off his boots and hangs up his thin jacket on the hooks screwed to the wall.
"Make yourself at home." He offers as he disappears down the hall and makes a left.
I stood there for a moment admiring the chandelor that was crystal as I wondered if I should take him up on his offer.
"I've got nothing to loose." I mutter as I kick off my sneakers and stuff my hands into my pocket as I walk into the living room which was grander then the hall.
There was a large half orange half white couch planted against the light green walls, and a huge flat screen tv across from it. Blank, black, thick photo frames rested on the wall. They were missing their backs though. The carpet was soft underneath my bare feet for I never wore sock with my sneakers, and the large window was covered by beautiful red drapes. It was all impressive actually. The room was a bit empty but it was still fancy.
"Oh hi there sonny!" I then hear the voice of an elderly woman call out and I jump as I turn around step back to see a small lady standing in the doorway of the living room.
How long has she been there?
"Oh, um..hi?" I respond as I take in her appearence of jet black hair and big bright blue eyes. She was actually really pretty in a sweet motherly way.
"And who might you be?'' She asks with a warm smile and I notice she has a light blue broom in her hand. "Louis."
Her smile then fades as she makes a surprised face,
"As in Louis Tomlinson?" She asks her accent seeming to grow stronger along with her posture that grew straighter.
"Yes." I respond holding out a hand, unsure of what else to do.
She then takes my hand in hers and shakes it briefly before dropping it,
"Your Harry's trouble student?"
"He's mentioned me?"
"Quite a few times actually."
"In a good way or bad way?"
"Can't say."
She states with the shake of her head and I bite my lip,
"Are you his mum or sister?" I ask curiously trying to change the subject seeing it wasn't going any further.
"Oh dear, forgot to introduce myself." She says laughing as she brushes a strand of hair behind her ear so it would stay out of her face. "I'm Maddie, Harry's maid and friend." She says the smile reapering and I returned it.
"Nice to meet you." She then cocked an eyebrow.
"You sure there isn't a different Louis Tomlinson?" She asks and I give her a confused look,
"I don't think so?"
"Your just so..polite.."
"What were you expecting?"
"I wasn't expecting you."
She says and I bite down on my bottom lip softly. As a phone rang somewhere off in the distance, "I have to go get that," She then turns to leave but then turns back to me, "Oh and Harry is at the pool if you need him." She informs the vanishes down the hall as well.
This was starting to get a little weird.
Yet I wasn't sure if it was a good weird or bad weird?
After lingering in the living room for a moment longer I walked back out in the hall and walked in the same direction as Harry assuming it led to the pool.
As I turned left I noticed more blank frames. It was strange, he had dozens of them hung up but non held a picture of any kind. There was the occasional painting here and there though, and they were quite grand. Possibly originals.
As I neared the end of the hall a strong wiff of cloren filled the air and I moved my feet to the right where the smell go stronger and I found mysef at the clear door of an indoor pool where Harry was sitting on one of the pool chairs shirtless, and playing on his phone.
"An indoor pool?" I ask the moment I walk in and close the door behind me. "Had it added in last winter, I find it more appealing then the outdoor one." He says as he grabs his shirt and covers his chest and stomach before placing his phone in his pocket.
"You have two pools?" I ask in surprise as I look over the grand pool and hot tub nestled in the corner. "Yes, one for hot weather. One for cold." He says sitting up, using his hand to keep the shirt over his upper half.
"Is there any particular reason your covering your non-existent boobs?" I ask and he shakes his head,
"No, no reason."
"Sure."
I respond sarcastically as I sit in one of the pool chairs near the door.
"There's an empty one next to me you know."
"I prefer to keep a safe distance."
"Funny, that didn't seem to be the case in the bar?"
"We weren't in private."
I point out and he rolls his eyes with the shake of his head.
"I'll be right back, I want to change into something more comfortable." He says standing up, "Wait for me in the living room." He then brushes past me, and out the door leaving me alone again.
Is this how he treats all his company?
Usually I would stick to them like glue, minus the occasional bathroom break. Even then Carson would sit outside the door with Scruff and sing the 'Come Out Mr. Duty' song from Parental Guidence, a movie introduced to us by Shailene.
My walk back to the living room seemed shorter this round since I knew where I was going and didn't bother to stop every few moments to examine something. He was so lucky I was an honest lad or I might've actually snatched something. Which reminded me that I have work tomorrow, lovely.
"Oops, didn't see you there." Maddie's voice then coo's as she bumps into me then grabs my shoulder to steady me and push me aside. "No it was my fault." I protest as she shakes her head,
"Did you find curly or get lost?"
"I found him, I think he's getting changed now or something."
"Good! I was begining to fear you had a bad sense of direction."
She teases as she walks into one of the rooms a few doors down.
Once I get in the living room I plop down on the surprisingly cozy couch and rest my chin on my hand as I gazed around the room, while running my tongue repeatedly over my lips.
"I see you've found your way around." Harry then calls out as he walks into the living room in a black t-shirt and dark blue sweats.
"I just have a good memory I guess."
"Ahh, the sense of doubt." He says as he sits next to me and places his hands in his hair before shaking it out and brushing it to the side.
I wish I could do that.
"You have a nice place, makes mine look shameful." I compliment as I shift positions to look at him as he chuckled.
"It's nice but a bit lonely at times."
"Don't you have maids?"
"Yes. Maddie and Emma."
"Oh. I only met Maddie."
"She's a sweetheart isn't she?" He asks with a fond smile as I nod while he kept his gaze on me, almost as if he was observing me.
"Do you live with anybody?" He then asks as he bites his lip,
"Yeah. I have a dog."
"Really? What's his name?"
"Scruff, he's a golden lab!" I say proudly for I loved to speak about my dog. He was my family away from home and at home, besides Shailene and Carson that is.
"Awww! I love dogs! Their so cute, cuddly, and loyal."
"That could be a book title! The Cute Cuddly and Loyal."
He laughed as he nodded briskly,
"A novel for dogs rights, why have friends when you can have a poochy?" He says making an invisible rainbow with his hands and it was my turn to laugh,
"Starring dogs everywhere, but only the best." I add as he smiles widely,
"Don't forget to buy the sequel next fall, Paws and Claws." We both then burst into a fit of obnoxious laughter as we high fived.
"Written by Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles, directed by Chuck Noris! People are calling it the movie of the centurary." Harry chokes out as he wheezes and I sit back against the armrest clutching my stomach.
I then had the reality of the situation hit me.
I and my Professor Harry Styles that I hated with a burning passion, were sitting on his couch in his house, howling with laughter after high fiving each other for making a good joke together.
Together.
My laughter then died away leaving a faint ache in my stomach as I cleared my throat and he instantly became silent as he watched my dispostion change. "I think it's time for me to go now, I just remembered I haven't fed Scruff and I need to finish my homework." I ramble as I stand up and the grin from Harry's face falls.
"Yeah..um..yeah! Okay. Grab your stuff, and I'll take you home." He says sitting up straight and I nod as I walk back into the hall and pull on my shoes. I actually felt a little guilty for interupting the one moment we were making a connection and acting like a pair of friends. Yet I didn't want to be his friend. At least I think I don't?
"Ready." I state walking back into the living room and he nods as he stands up and gestures for me to follow him as he brushes past me and walks down the hall leaving me frowning in confusion but I follow him. "Your car is busted up pretty bad no?" He asks as he turns right and leads me down one of the darker halls.
"Yes, it's really old but all I could afford. For now."
"To bad, your definately going to need a new one."
"Why do you say that?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Okay. Good point."
I admit wondering where he was going with this as he stopped at a large metal white door, positioned at the end of the hall. "I'm a teacher, I always have good pointers." He then opens the door and turns on the light and an oversized garage with five top brand cars in a neat row comes into view.
"You have more then one car?" I ask as I look at the cars impressed. He had really good taste when it came down to four wheels. "Yes, but not all of these are mine." I then glance up at him,
"Some belong to a friend?"
"No one does."
"Which one?" I ask curiously and he points to the black one lined with green.
"That one." I nod as I walk over to the car and run my hand over the smooth hood.
"It's awesome, your friend has good taste!"
"You could say that." He mumbes leaning against the doorway as I continue to observe the cars, waiting for him to tell me to back off.
"Who's your friend?" I ask and he smiles, "I'm looking at him." He says standing up straight and I glance around me but see no one. "Is he imaginary?" I ask looking at him confused and he shakes his head as his smile grows,
"His name is Louis Tomlinson."
My eyes then widden as I look between him and the car. "But I don't own this car?" I say with a small sense of longing and he throws his head back as he huffs, "You do now. I'm giving it to you now." My heart then skips a beat as my jaw drops.
He's kidding, he has to be kidding.
"For free?"
"For free."
He confirms as he sticks his hand in his right pocket and pulls out a pair of green and black keys that matched the car before tossing them to me.
"No freaking way! Your giving me. This car. For free?!" I squeal in a manly fashion as I bounce up and down on my heels. "Yes, because you obviously need it more then me. Think of it as a favor." He says crossing his arms as he watched my reaction and I fist pumped the air as I jumped off my feet repeatedly.
"Oh my gosh! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I say as I rest my hands on my face then run them through my hair. I was shocked beyond belief. I couldn't believe that just like that he handed me a half a million dollar car. This felt like a dream. I had only dreamed about owning a piece of machinery this cool. I didn't care if this was bribery or had a catch, I'd deal with that later for I was to happy to protest against it.
"I'm glad you like it, it suits your personality." He says as he leans to the side and pushes a button on the wall and the garage door opens. "Why did you give it to me though?" I ask and he shrugs, "Like I said you need it more then me, call it a charitable favor." He replies but I felt as if this little gift had deeper meaning then I was interupting but I wasn't going to over think this one.
Maybe he wanted to be friends and this was his way of trying to get me to soften up? It was all just so crazy.
Crazy awesome.
"I'm a bit insulted you think I'm that poor but I'll take it." I say with a wide grin and he raises his eyebrows as he purses his lips, "Don't make me regret it Tommo." He warns waving his index finger and I shake my head, "I appriciate it." I say sincerely as a cool breeze from outside floats into the garage and I shiver.
"Good. Now get your arse home and feed your dog then do your school work."
"Yes mommy."
I mutter the smile still carved into my face as I walk over to the car and unlock it before climbing in with a look of awe.
I loved the delicious smell of leather and apples that float around the vicinity of the car, and was pleased I could fit up to four people in here.
"Awesome." I breath running my hands over the steering wheel that had tight leather around it, smoothed to perfection. I was also pleased to find that when I started the engine there was smooth vroom instead of a gunshot bang.
"I love this!" I shout and Harry's laughter rings out as he walks over and sticks his head into my open door. "Take good care of it, because I don't have extras." He says before moving his head away and closing the door as he waved and walked back over to the garage door and fluttered his hand over the button signaling it was time for me to go.
I waved back as I buckled in and gunned the gas which made the car hum louder as I pulled out of the garage in the most elligant fashion and onto the road.
This was officially one of the best nights ever!
"Whooo!" I holler as I roll down my windows and turn on the radio which was much to my pleasure on the music station that had all the rock and roll, bad boy music that I blasted all the way up to the max.
Maybe, just maybe Harry and me could be friends after all.
Then again quite a bit of my hate and resistence lingered towards him, but it was softening.
And that scared me.

Notes

Hi guys! This chapter took me literally forever to write but here it is :D plenty of pages of Larry drama and what I guess we could call fluff? I actually get excited each time I write a chapter because I love seeing everyone's reactions, and I know I'm getting closer and closer to the good parts. Or should I say better parts? Hehe. Thank you for all your support so far, it really means alot and encourages me to keep writing (:
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