TW - Violence
"You're like a villain,
In some old film,
Walking in the dark,
In somebody's room..."
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"I'm leaving! I'll see you later!" I yelled from the front door.
"Wait." Harry yelled back from the bedroom.
I watched as he quickly made his way to me, only wearing his boxers. His long curly hair draping down over his shoulders. He hadn't had time to tame his bed head, and it was so cute.
"Are you leaving already?" He asked.
"Yes, I was going to stop and get a coffee before I head to the shop." I replied.
"Are you sure you don't want me to take you?" He asked, obviously a little nervous about me going out on my own.
A few nights ago I asked Harry if I could drive myself to work Monday, and it was like pulling teeth to get him to say yes. I knew he was just trying to protect me, but I felt like I needed to do something on my own.
The whole point of me leaving Georgia was to get away from all the people who controlled me. I didn't want to fall back into old habits. I knew Harry actually cared for me, and that was the difference between him and all the other people in my life, but I still needed my freedom. I didn't want to have to depend on anyone no matter who they were.
"Yes Harry, I'll be fine." I tried to reassure him.
He let out a deep breath, like he was trying to calm his nerves.
"Okay," He replied, leaning down to peck me on the lips, "Call me if you need me, and text me when you get to the shop."
I knew he was worried, but I couldn't help but smile at how protective he was being. It was nice to have someone care about me like that.
"Yes Dad." I joked, as he pulled away.
I thought it was funny, but I didn't think Harry really thought the same. I watched as his expression completely changed from smiley to almost bashful. He cleared his throat, breaking eye contact, and I swore he was blushing.
"What?" I asked, looking back at him confused.
"Nothing," He muttered quickly, wiping the almost embarrassed expression from his face, "I'll see you later."
I looked back at him, knowing he was full of shit.
"Was it because I called you dad?" I asked, not being able to hold back my smirk.
I had never made him that flustered before, and I couldn't lie, I kind of liked it. He rolled his eyes, as he turned away from me, so he could hide his face.
"Harry!" I gasped, thinking the fact I had made him so frustrated was the funniest thing in the world.
"You're going to be late peach." He replied playfully, before heading towards the bedroom.
I couldn't help but laugh watching him make his way down the hall.
Once I finally got out of the apartment, I got in my bug and headed to the shop. I stopped for a coffee on the way, which made me a few minutes late, so Zayn already had the shop open.
I walked inside and made my way to the front desk, feeling accomplished I made it to work in one piece. I quickly pulled out my phone to text Harry and tell him I had made it to work, before starting up the computer, getting things ready for the day.
