Zero to Eighty

"I think you should just let it go lad,"

I rolled my eyes, groaning at Liam's stupid piece of advice as he stacked canned goods onto a shelf. No matter the amount of times I've come to bother Liam at the grocery store where he worked, the khakis, collared shirt, and puke green apron never resonated with me the right way.

"Did you not watch the race last night or were you too busy fucking around?" I grabbed a can of corn and threw it around in my hands before tossing it into the basket at my feet.

Buzz. Buzz.

"Yea, I watched you lose the race, and I saw you get punched in the face," Liam turned from the clipboard in his hands to me. He had a nasty smirk on his face and I knew what he was about to bring up, "actually I've seen you getting clocked several times from a variety of angles. You're all over Instagram by the way--- Hashtag King Gets Clocked."

Buzz. Buzz.

I cringed, "don't remind me Payne. I just--- it had to be fucking Kenzie. Kenzie Suarez. Do you remember her back in high school?"

"Vaguely. Never really paid much attention to her," Liam shrugged.

Buzz. Buzz.

"Dude!" I shouted gesturing toward's Liam's pocket, "aren't you going to answer that? It looks like someone is really trying to get your attention."

"First of all Harry," Liam began, "I'm at work, and answering calls or texts while on the floor is strictly forbidden."

"Since when did you care about rules? You used to call me while ringing customers up," I exasperated.

"Cause I don't want to get fired," Liam stated with a slight sass to his tone that Louis would be quite proud of, "and I already know who's texting me. It's Danielle. She thinks it's funny to send me nudes while I'm at work. It fucking sucks getting a hard-on while stacking cans. Like what if I knock over the Spam with my dick?"

I laughed, "you're a menace… and can I see?"

"See what? My dick? That's slightly uncomfortable," Liam proclaimed.

"You're an idiot," I palmed my face, "not your miniature sized sausage, the nudes."

"Oh fuck that Styles! These are for my eyes only,"

"What? Why not? We always share sexts,"

"Not this time Harry,"

As Liam continued stacking and writing notes on his clipboard, I raised a brow in his direction. First the rule following, and now he refused to show me the nudes he'd receive--- which we often did. And the more I thought about it, I realized that Liam only spent time with Danielle, as oppose to a different girl every week. Then it hit me. He was exclusive, and I couldn't fucking believe it.

"Are you and Danielle an official thing?" I asked. Liam sighed and reluctantly turned to face me,

"Yes, okay? Danielle and I are together; attached, she's not my fuck buddy, she's my girlfriend," Liam broadcasted, an annoyance in his voice.

"That's so weird,"

"I know, I know. It's different and very unlike me. But I like her… a lot. And I think it's cool that I'm the only one she's fucking, and I honestly don't feel like banging any other chick besides her. She makes me breakfast, and sometimes she lets me help. Oh! And one time we were making pancakes and it turned into a huge flour war and---"

"Okay! Okay!" I threw my hands up to stop his love ramble, "I get it. You like Danielle."

"Don't you ever get tired of sleeping around? I mean when was the last time you were in a real relationship?" Liam questioned, and before I could answer he quickly added, "and don't say Janessa."

"Who the fuck is Janessa?"

"Uhh the Import-wannabe who's lips are permeantly attached to your dick,"

Ahh, Miss Deep Throat. I knew she had a J-name.

"Alright, so I haven't exactly been in a real relationship before. So what? I can't deal with all that lovey dovey shit. It's too much of a hassle. Too many… emotions," I expressed, shuddering at the thought of being tied down to one person.

"Whatever man… whatever makes you happy I guess," Liam sighed.

I picked up the shopping basket off of the floor, and gave Liam a hearty pat on the back, "I'll let you get back to work lad. Thanks for the talk. Gonna go pay for this shit and then get my tires changed."

"Alright mate. I'll text you later," Liam nodded his head before returning to his clipboard.

I turned my back, walking down the empty aisle and made a b-line for the open register where a girl with short brown hair, and a shiny ring adorning her nose aimlessly scrolled through her smart phone. I observed the girl, noticing a brown mole above her lip where Marilyn Monroe had hers. When I sat my basket down on the conveyer belt, the girl looked up from her screen, and after one look her eyes immediately spoke what her mouth couldn't.

Lust.

"Harry Styles," she smiled, biting her bottom lip, "how can I help you?"

"Uhm, just paying for my groceries," I responded, flashing her a smile. I honestly didn't know who this girl was, but I assumed she made her rounds to The Warehouse since she knew me,

"Nice race last night," she began ringing up my items, "sorry you lost to Kenzie."

"Sounds like you don't like her much,"

"Don't you remember her from high school?" she exasperated, her voice filled with disgust, "Kenzie Suarez was such a dweeb. Virgin everything. Didn't even have the balls to curse."

"You went to West Marlow Point High?" I questioned, staring at the girl more closely. She looked offended that I didn't remember who she was.

"We had bio together senior year," she replied. I shook my head. The girl sighed and continued, "I sat two seats away from you."

Nope. Doesn't ring a bell.

I shrugged, a disappointed look on her face. She took my cash and placed it into the register before handing back the change, "anyway, it was nice seeing you again Harry. Um…"

Her voice drifted, grabbing the receipt from the printer. She scribbled something on the back before brandishing the graffitied paper towards me,"call me whenever you want to hang... or something."

When I took the receipt from her hand, she gave me a wink, implying a plan that I wasn't totally opposed to. She was a decent looking girl, and I did need a little more variety besides Miss Deep--- I mean Janessa. Plus, I liked to keep my options open. That's another reason why I couldn't do real relationships. Being stuck with one person for the rest of my life wasn't exactly how I wanted to spend my time on this damned Earth. Being exclusive was too boring for me; something that didn't correlate with my need for adventure and speed.

After placing my bags of groceries into the trunk of my car, I slid in, closed the door, and immediately started sweating from the hot air that cultivated from the sun. I turned the key in the ignition, listening to the beautiful rumble and rolled down the windows as I peeled out of the parking lot.

Besides The Warehouse, the Marlow Point Auto Salon was one of the only places where judgement was low; and it also didn't hurt that Louis worked at the car joint either. I drove through a long tunnel which separated the main garage from the offices. Louis, in an official, navy blue Marlow Point Auto Salon jumpsuit, was at the end of the tunnel where a podium was placed. His head was down, writing something when I let my engine roar. His attention shifted to my incoming car and smiled.

"Styles, you're alive," Louis grinned as I stepped out of the car. "How's your face buddy?"

"It's still there," I replied, sarcasm caking my tone.

"You look better with that busted lip," he laughed. I shot him the middle finger, another chuckle escaping his lips.

"Anyway, back to topic. My tires,"

"They just came in this morning, and are ready for your car,"

"Excellent," I threw my keys to Louis and he sat into the driver's seat. He started the engine and the rumble of the car caused a smirk to form on his face,

"I've seen many beautiful cars come in and out of this shop over the years, but yours is probably the most beast."

"At least we're on the same page," I stated cheekily.

As Louis drove my car out of the tunnel and through the back entrance to the main garage, I walked through the door. Immediately I was greeted with loud sounds of drills, equipment, employees shouting, and rock music. A black Lexus was lifted high above the ground while a mechanic in the same navy blue jumpsuit inspected the under side. I watched as Louis slowly drove my car into an empty space and put it into park. The door directly behind me opened, and I turned my head when I felt a cool breeze tickle my arms. As another mechanic walked through the door holding a set of keys, I caught glimpse of a familiar Filipina.

What. The. Fuck. Again?

Across the tunnel, inside the the main office, and through the large window, I saw the perfect little Suarez family in all their pretentious glory. Ella was laughing about something with her father, as Kenzie listened in on the conversation. I expected to see Old Man Suarez since he owned the auto shop, but I didn't even think about the possibility that Kenzie could show her face in this man cave.

"Harry!"

I snapped out of my daze, turning my head in confusion, "huh? What!"

"I've been trying to get your attention," Louis explained, "what are you looking--- oh."

"Yea, oh," I rolled my eyes with a groan.

Notes

Hello everyone,

Happy hump day haha. Everyone doing peachy? I'm doing well, just super tired. So this is chapter 11, and I hope you all enjoyed it... just another day in Harry's life and a little more into his philosophy on relationships. Anyways, comment, rate, and subscribe. Leave feedback if you have any (even constructive criticism). Thank you so much for reading!! Have an amazing rest of the week!

-Erica Jaine <33