"Where are we going?" Zayn asked after Harry picked him up from his house later that night.

He knew they weren't going to Harry's because he knew the way by now.

"Another surprise. One of...the real Harry's favorite places." Harry smiled.

"Oh yeah? This'll be interesting." Zayn smiled, looking out the window.

"Hopefully." Harry said.

"It doesn't have to be. With you there anything is interesting." Zayn said casually, not realizing how it sounded until after he said it.

Harry blushed, biting his lip. "Actually there's two places I want to show you." He said, just then remembering the second place.

"Cool. You know, it's nice to get out of the house. I've been out with you more than...ever." Zayn admitted, not sure that made sense.

"You're welcome." Harry smiled.

Zayn chuckled, looking at the radio.

He was tempted to reach over and turn it on but this wasn't his car.

He wished it was, though.

He looked around the interior and the way everything seemed to be lit up and so.....smooth.

Zayn never thought a car could be sexy but this one definitely was.

"How long have you had this car?" He asked.

"Um, since I was fifteen." Harry replied.

"What?" Zayn frowned. "You couldn't even drive then!"

"I know. I used to sit in it in the garage and pretend I was driving." Harry smiled at the memories.

"This one is my favorite." He added, stroking the steering wheel.

"I can see why. It's hot." Zayn chuckled.

"Hot? This car is...sex on wheels." Harry corrected him with a playful smirk.

"I agree. Does this sexy piece of machinery have a name?" Zayn smiled.

"No." Harry laughed.

Zayn looked around again, biting his lip. "Have you ever let anyone else drive it?"

"No." Harry repeated, not laughing this time.

Zayn nodded, realizing that wasn't going to happen.

Damn it.

"Here we are." Harry announced, making Zayn look up.

"A bookstore?" Zayn smiled at him, able to see him better now because of the light from the store.

"Not just any bookstore. This one is special." Harry said.

"Yeah? Why?" Zayn asked.

"They've never played a song in here that I didn't like. I find a book I like every time I go in. Plus the little old lady who works here thinks I'm a cutie pie." Harry said.

"Well what are we waiting for?" Zayn smiled.

The two got out of the car and went in, and Harry took a deep breath.

"I love the smell of the books." He said when Zayn looked at him.

"Me too." Zayn said, continuing to stare at him.

Harry blushed, biting his lip again.

"C'mon." He said, looking away and grabbing Zayn's jacket sleeve, leading him further into the store.

"Are you ever going to finish that sentence you started earlier tonight?" Zayn asked when they stopped in the science fiction section.

"What sentence? I start a lot." Harry chuckled, letting go of his sleeve and looking through the books now.

"About what my eyes do." Zayn smiled, watching him.

Harry blushed again, pretending not to be too concerned. "I don't remember what I was going to say."

"You sure?"

"I was probably going to say....your eyes make me think about eye health. They look healthy." Harry lied terribly.

"How exactly do eyes look healthy?" Zayn chuckled.

"Dunno but yours do. Be thankful." Harry said before he walked off to another section.

Zayn watched him, shaking his head and starting to look through the books himself.

An hour later they both found about three books each that they claimed they couldn't live without.

Harry bought them all using his card, which Zayn thanked him for several times.

"Here." Harry smiled, handing him the car keys as they left the store.

"Wait, really?" Zayn asked, raising his eyebrows.

Harry nodded, smiling even more.

"But I don't have a license." Zayn said.

"Well you know how to drive right?" Harry asked, carrying all of their books and walking over to the passenger side.

"Well...yeah." Zayn said.

"That's all you need. I've gotten out of so many tickets. It's all in the eyes." Harry smirked.

"That and exposing more of my chest than usual." He added.

"Nice." Zayn chuckled, getting in.

"Wow you have the seat so close to the wheel." Zayn observed, moving it back.

Harry smiled, shrugging and putting his seat belt on.

Zayn hummed with pleasure, feeling the wheel before he started the car.

"That's nice." He said quietly as it roared to life.

Harry bit his lip, watching Zayn.

Something about seeing him behind the wheel like that....

"Ready?" Zayn asked, looking at him.

"What- uh, yeah. Yeah." Harry stammered.

Zayn smiled, backing out of the parking space.

"Hey, take a right when we leave here. Drive until you see a lit up sign with a little coffee cup and steam coming out of it." Harry told him.

"So real Harry likes coffee." Zayn smiled, driving out of the parking lot.

"Actually no, he likes the chai tea. Only the chai tea from that cafe." Harry said.

"What the hell is chai tea?" Zayn frowned.

"A type of tea that tastes delicious." Harry said.

"Much better than coffee."

"I beg to differ." Zayn scoffed.

"Beg all you want." Harry teased.

"Whatever." Zayn said, driving faster.

He loved the way this felt.

Having control.

"Easy." Harry chuckled nervously, gripping his seat.

"I like to go fast." Zayn smirked.

"I see." Harry said, swallowing.

"Does that scare you?" Zayn asked softly.

Harry looked over at him. "Yes. But that's not necessarily a bad thing."

Harry was ready to go fast with Zayn.

He wanted to.

Desperately.

In fact he was slightly embarrassed because of how much he suddenly wanted it.

He felt like he needed to control himself, and calm down.

But he just couldn't.

"Good." Zayn smiled, stealing Harry's famous line and making him snap out of his thoughts.

Harry smiled down at his lap, realizing how hard his heart was beating.

This was going to be one hell of a weekend.

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