"Goodnight sweet heart," your mom stands in the doorway.

"Night Mom," you reply as she closes the door with a small thud. 

You listen closely to her foot steps as she walks down the hallway. When you can no longer hear the quiet thump of her bare feet against the wood, you rip the covers off your body and hop out of bed swiftly. 

You take one last look in the mirror before carefully opening the window as quietly and slowly as possible. Your mom doesn't know that you removed the screen from the window and you hope to keep it that way. You swing one foot over the ledge.

Once your foot is firmly placed on a brick that protrudes out from the rest, you swing the rest of your body out the window and slowly begin to climb down the wall. When you are close enough to the ground, you jump off. 

Brushing yourself off and fixing the strap of your tank top, you turn around to see Harry leaning against the front of his car with a smirk on his face. 

You can't help the smile that stretches across your lips as you walk towards him. 

"That was hot," Harry presses his lips against yours.

"It won't be when I get in trouble. Let's get out of here," you reply, playing with the hem of his sweater and touching his chest softly.

His warm touch still lingers at the small of your back even after he removes it. 

"Let's go," he declares as he flops into the drivers seat. You jump into the passenger side of his rusty old Cadillac and become giddy as he turns on the ignition and the engine roars to life.

The adrenaline makes your heart pound as Harry peels out of the driveway and it sinks in that you just snuck out successfully. With one hand on the steering wheel, Harry's other hand sits on top of your thigh. His warm skin gives your cold skin the chills. 

You lean over the center console and turn the dial to FM. An unknown song tries its hardest to sound through the aged speakers. With the windows down, your hair whips wildly in the wind. You crank the volume up as loud as it can go, and stick your hand out the window. In this moment you feel completely free. 

You look over at Harry. He grips the steering wheel with one hand, his toned muscles peeking through the knit sweater he wears. His long hair is pulled back into a tight bun which makes his sharp jaw look more defined than ever. 

He looks at the road with concentration through thick eyelashes and sage green eyes. He bops his head to the song on the radio that fills the car with sound. 

He smiles when he notices you staring at him, but continues to look forward. 

"Where are we going Harry?" You ask curiosity getting the best of you. 

"Don't worry about it. We are almost there," he looks to you as you raise your eyebrows.

After a few minutes, Harry turns onto a small and unpathed path. The tires try their hardest to continue through the gravel that crunches from the weight of the car. 

"Where are you going Harry. This seems unsafe," you question Harry, who gives you a sad look.

"Hey, trust me. I would never intentionally put you in harm, you know that. This is just a secret place, so we have to take a secret road," he explains.

"Trust me, you'll love it."

Moments later, a big blow up screen comes into view, with the beginning credits to your favorite movie. 

"Harry!" You laugh through a big grin. He smiles with pride that his plan worked. 

"Do you like it?" He asks. 

"Like it? This is so cool. I love you," you peck him on the lips as he closes the space between the two of you, throwing his arm over your shoulder. 

You begin to watch the movie, but can't really enjoy it because the chilly autumn air whips against your skin. Harry must notice, because he pulls himself away from you and strips his sweater off, handing it to you. 

His smell engulfs your senses as you slip it on. You take in a deep breath, taking in as much of it as you can, the familiar aftershave smell makes you warm and fuzzy inside. "Thanks," you whisper as the two of you return to holding each other. 

 . . .

"Harry," his name slips from your lips as his large hand roams your body. Sometime half way through the movie, Harry had flipped you on your back and was now very much on top of you. 

He leaves a trail of kisses up your stomach, sucking gently before moving forward. You arch your back in pleasure when he kisses you collar bone, a weak spot only he knew. You hold his head close to you, tugging tenderly at the little curls that had fallen out of his messy bun. 

You palm your hand against his bulging skinny jeans. He lets out a low groan. You push your hips closer into him and kiss his smooth skin. 

He calls out your name with pleasure as the heat in between your legs begins to spread throughout your entire body. Harry tugs at his sweater, wishing he hadn't given it to you so he could feel your creamy skin. 

You get the message, and strip of the oversized sweater, along with your tank top. Harry looks at you with desire as he plants kisses all over your cheek. 

"God, you're beautiful," he breathes out. You can feel the heat emitting from your close bodies, and soon after, Harry rids of his shirt, revealing his smooth, sun kissed skin and multiple tattoos. 

As he ducks down to kiss you again, Harry's phone rings. The caller-ID voice states, "Call from... Y/N's Mom." As soon as you hear who is on the other line, you immediately push Harry away and urge him to answer.

He looks at you with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. You yell, "Harry! Answer the god damn phone!" And he stumbles to press accept call. 

"Hello Mrs. Y/L/N," he answers. 

You can not hear what your mother is saying, only you know that she is probably reprimanding Harry, using the excuse that he is older and should know better. 

He looks at you and rolls his eyes, which makes you giggle. He is calm and speaks slowly in his dreamy British accent as he nods his head while getting a lecture. 

"I will. Okay. Yes. Okay." He ends the call and turns the car on. You slump back into the seat. 

The car ride home is silent. Harry pulls into your driveway and turns the car off. He shifts his body so he is facing you. You look past him to see your home standing outside the doorway in her pajamas and a scowl on her face, her arms crossed over her chest. 

"Sorry," you apologize.

"Hey, don't apologize. It's my fault. Apparently I should 'know better' because you're not a 'college girl' yet." He air quotes your mother. 

"I love you," kiss him on the lips and open the car door.

"I love you more," he smiles and reaches over to close the door. 

You walk up the pathway, and give a cheeky smile to your mom. She gives you the death glare. You turn around as Harry opens his window and yells, "Bye babe, sleep good." He gives your mom a little wave. "Hi Mrs. Y/L/N."

"Harry Styles I will be talking to your mother. I know her phone number, and I'm not stupid you know," she yells back at him. 

"Have a good night!" He yells through the window as he pulls out of your driveway. 

"Hi Mom."

"I didn't know English boys were just as bad as American ones or else I wouldn't have let you date one!" She says jokingly, making you chuckle as the two of you walk inside. 

Note// Yay! Haven't updated in a while. Hope you like. Got a comment saying I should do more dirty ones so I tried lol. I have no experience there so I go by what I read on this unholy place called Wattpad. But I know how to suck a dick thanks to Wattpad so there's that. 

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