4 chapter 4

harry's pov:

i put out my hand

she takes it, surprisingly.

"come on hurry up", i tease as she grabbed her purse

she's fit.

i've been thinking that since she screamed at me when i bumped into her. but at the same time, she scared me.

i chuckle at my own thoughts.

"what are you laughing at" y/n asked

"nothing you need to know anyway" i say in a sarcastic manner.

we quickly find the exit and go outside

the cold air hit me as soon as i stepped out of the door, i didn't realize how stuffy it was in there until now.

i look at y/n and the chilled breeze has made her cheeks and the tip of her nose turn a bright red.

like rudolph

"so where do you live?" she turns to look at me with wide eyes

huh, she has beautiful eyes, didn't notice that before

"i can't tell you the exact address" i reply, ready to flag down a taxi.

"um, why?" she asks, clearly confused.

i start laughing "cause you could be a nutty fan girl for all i know, you could've been lying all night"

she doesn't reply, she just looks at me in disgust.

i think it's funny, cute almost.

we flag down the taxi and i open the door for y/n

she throws me a confused look

does this girl have any fucking manners. jesus.

and then almost as if she read my mind, her disoriented expression morphed into a gentle smile,

she stepped inside of the taxi and i get in after her.

she is obviously not used to being treated like a.. normal human?

it's around 5 minutes into the drive at this point and y/n still hasn't said anything.

she's fucking chatty

"cat got your tongue" i tease her

she quickly glances at me before looking away again.

what. a. stinker

i look out the window and see that one statue, it's always been there and i see it every day.

but it gets me each time.

that fucking statue, it's so ugly

i laugh out loud at my own thoughts.

god i'm funny.

i turn my attention back to y/n,

"i've never seen you around before"

y/n looked at me, "that's because i'm never around"

ah, she speaks

"fair. where are you usually around then?" i ask

"ireland" she replies quietly.

she's boring me now

"i guessed that, cause of the accent" i smile at her

trying to keep the conversation flowing.

she laughs, "yeah uh, dublin, well wexford. i was born in dublin but i live in wexford.. its confusing really"

she's actually engaging in the conversation. mad.

maybe she just likes talking about herself

y/n speaks up,

"i'm sorry if i'm being quiet i just don't like talking about myself"

i was wrong

"no don't say sorry, i didn't think that at all" i lie.

she smiles at me again, but not sarcastically, and not half arsed either. a genuine sweet smile.

i clear my throat, "you have a beauti-"

i'm interrupted by the driver, "here we are"

"right, cheers mate" i grin thankfully at him.

i give the man £50,

"wow, big tip. you tryna show off?" y/n says to me in a playful tone.

"yeah, obviously" i reply sarcastically

i take her hand gently and we walk towards the house.

i was not going to stand out in the cold and have a conversation with this girl about a tip

authors note// if harry's thoughts seem all over the place, it is because they are. harry is a very energetic and lively man and cannot stay focused irl, so no matter how mesmerised he may be by y/n, he is bound to get distracted.