Punk Harry Imagine

Part 23

Part 23

I felt a strange case if déjà vu when I stared out the window.

"Y/N."

"Y/N."

"Y/N."

"What?" I hissed.

I rubbed my temple and sighed. My head already hurts like hell, and now here's here making everything worse. I swear that all of my life, I've been a good person.

Harry suddenly started digging around his car for something.

"Shit, Harry! You're gonna get us killed!" I screamed.

Harry waved me off. "No I'm not."

"Yes you are! Now, just pull over!"

Harry looked at me seriously for a while and continued driving. "I can't."

"Why?"

"You'd leave."

I sighed. "I promise, I won't."

"Fine."

Harry quickly pulled over and continued scavenging for whatever it was he was looking for.

Not quickly after, he handed me a protein bar.

"Um, thanks?"

"No problem."

"Is it safe?"

"Yeah, just eat it so you have have these."

Harry pulled out two pills from his hands.

My eyes widened. "What exactly are those?"

"Relax, it's to help your headache and dizziness," Harry explained.

I grabbed the pills and took a bite if the protein bar. "Why do you care anyways?"

"What?"

"You made it clearly obvious that I mean nothing to you. Why are you lying to my parents for me, driving me to school, and helping my hangover?" I asked.

He tensed up. "You don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

He shook his head. "Guess you were too drunk."

"What? What happened?"

"We fucked and you confessed your love for me. You also started apologising to me relentlessly."

I nearly spit out the protein bar. "What?"

He smirked. "I'm kidding."

"Ha ha, you're funny."

"You seemed so surprised. Could it be that you might actually have feelings for me and was afraid that you actually did confess while you were drunk?"

"You wish."

He handed me a water bottle. "Just take the pill."

He started driving again.

I did as I was told and swallowed the pills. "They better not be some kind of illegal drug."

"If they were illegal drugs, what make you think that I would give 'em to you for free?" he asked.

"You know, you're not funny."

"Really? I think I'm hilarious."

"Sure."

It became silent again.

"What exactly happened last night?" I asked.

"You got drunk," he replied dryly.

"Yeah, but why are you talking to me now? I thought I made it clear that I didn't want to see you again."

"That's quite different from what you actually did do."

"You know what? I'm still mad at you. I'm not talking to you anymore."

"Why not? I apologised yesterday."

"You did? Well, I still don't forgive you."

"Yeah, well you did yesterday."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because you didn't have a problem sucking my face off once I told you."

"Wha-"

"Get out of my car."

I looked up and realised that we arrived at school.