"Harry, are you sure?"

"Yup. I thought of that seriously. I know I'll make a right decision." I said, gripping her hands too.




"Okay. Um tomorrow I won't go to school. I'll help you deal with it. By the way, what would be your evidence about the drug case?" She asked me. I can see her concern for me.

"The envelope she gave to us. Clearly they were evidences. I got them and kept them to my own." I explained.





After explaining everything, we decided to go now since we're done eating our hardcore meal.



"Haz, thank you for keeping your concern and trusting me about Tracy. I'll promise to keep our little secret. I won't forever ruin your trust." She surprisingly said, hugging me too tight.


I hug her too. It feels comfort for me after everything happened last few weeks.



"C'mon princess. We'll be late." I said unknowingly. Fuck Harry. Fuck. Fuck.

"Ha? Where?" She said as we approached his Range Rover.



"Ughh. Late. As in late. It's nearly 11pm." I replied, flipping my hair.

"Okay. Harry can I drive your car? I want to drive a Range Rover since when I was 16. Please?" Lalaine toned showing me a puppy hazel eyes.



"Sure. Here's my key, racer." I agreed happily, offering the car keys to her.



We hopped in the car then start it. She looked nervous. I stared at her. She's so beautiful from her side.


Suddenly, as I relaxed my face on her, she caught me. She frowned and said, "Why did you call me a racer, by the way?"



I giggled and then I remember the time when she sucked me.. I moved my lips on her ears tending her to listen properly. "Cause I know your my little racer who sucked me so bad last night."





After saying that on my fucking rough voice, she shockingly stop the car from the side of the road. I saw her hands shaking from the steering wheel. She looked at me. Too astounded.


"W-what? H-how did you... know?" Her voice was cracked.




"Cause I know it's you." I gave him a fucking lip bite, eye balls from up and down.



"Shit Harryyyyy!!!!" She screamed.

I laughed so loud. She's so annoyed. I thought she was really innocent. "Hahahaha! C'mon Laine, drive now."



"N-no. Um, erm. Ugh. H-harry I know it's um, you know. Awkward. Um ugh. Sorry. I didn't mean that." She said in a soft voice, she can't face me. She's ashamed. "Um get your shades from my bag. You left it a while ago."


"Oh, okay." I replied and then grabbed her bag to look for my shades. After I've seen it, I wore it and started to face him again.



"A-are you mad? Sorry Harry." She said, seriously. I can see her eyes. It's starting to swell.



"Um no. I know you didn't mean that. I didn't also mean to caught me and Tracy by you. C'mon Laine, let's be fine with one another." I said, holding her thin forearms.

She gripped me and starts to cry. I'm so confused. I love the way she sucked me. What happened? I stroke her back gently. Slightly comforting her to be alright.




"Harry, sorry okay?" She sounded, letting me go in the embrace.

"Come here, Laine."

She gently obeyed me. She's now leaning on my shoulder. "It's not a mistake okay? Don't mind that."





I kissed her head to stay calm... After staying in comfort, we decided to go to the road again.





Lalaine's POV

After Harry revealled our messy secret, everything went fine. I enjoyed driving his car. There's no awkward moments after. He let me enjoy the night seriously. He sang many songs for like: Little Things, Isn't she love me, Lego House, Back at One, 6 8 12. He told me that he always sings and having concerts by his own whenever he's bored.


"Harry, what are you doing? Kindly sing Dance with my Father since we stopped here?" I pleased him, looking on his phone.

"Okay. I just instagramed our picture. Look." He said, montioning his phone to me and then started to sing Dance with my Father.



On his phone. I saw our picture with a caption: A good friend or a good racer?



I laughed at his caption. "What the fuck Harry. Okay, I'll post mine on my Twitter. Wait for it boy!!"

"If I could get another- Oh, teasing me princess?" He said, cutting the lyrics of the song.



I giggled and then tweet on my phone: Dinner with @Harry_Styles



"Hey what did you tweet???" He spoke, tickling me to get my phone.

"Shit Harry wait.. It's on the green light now. Harry wait." I complained, giggling inside the car. He gave me a fucking defeat.


"Okay, dinner with Harry underscore Styles." He sighed, got my phone back and then stayed on his place again.



I quickly run Harry's car. As soon as I felt no hands around my body. It's now 11:11.



I screamed and then made my wish. "11:11, I wish Harry Styles will follow me and retweet my tweet to him."


"What? Are you serious??? 11:11, I wish Lalaine would follow me first before following her." He replied, phone on his palm.



We simply chuckled and then I gave my phone to him. "There you go. Follow yourself." I instucted.



Despite that we're both tired from the date, we still managed to make jokes, sing and chat about everything.

"Harry, erm can I asked about Jewls?" I asked softly.

Notes

God of Instagram :)))