“Is this your father with you in this photo?” The question is still replaying in my head, and I have yet to answer Harry. My mind is in another universe right now. “Hey Y/n.” Harry snaps his fingers in front of my face drawing me back into reality. “Um yes that’s was my father in that photo.” I than gave Harry a pleading look and mentally begging him not to ask anymore questions. “Oh okay, you looked so happy in that picture.” “Yeah I was, but let’s go get that food I’m starving.” I speaking up hoping to change the subject. “Yeah me too!” I followed Harry out to his car which wasn’t what I expected. “How can you afford a Range Rover in college?” I spoke out loudly realizing that was a rude question to ask. Harry just chuckles opening the door for me then climbing in the driver’s seat. “To answer your question my father gifted to me for my birthday last year.” “Oh so you come from a family of wealth.” I spoke once again not thinking. “I’m sorry Harry that was a rude statement.” I spoke rather quickly. “Your fine love, but yes I do come from a wealthy family. My father is a CEO of Styles Inc.” “Oh my god that’s make so much sense now.” “I was wondering how long it would take you to put two and two together.” Harry started laughing. I slapped Harry’s arm lightly. “Sorry that I’m not some crazy stalker.” I giggled and Harry joined. “On a serious note though your probably one of the first people to not recognize me, and treat me like I’m a normal human being.” “Why I would I treat you anything other than normal human being?” “Because of who my father is. Everyone else kisses my ass because of my father.” “Well you have nothing to worry about I won’t kiss your ass or treat you any different.” I spoke out genuinely. “This is why I like you Y/n.” My cheeks began to heat up, and my mind went to thinking about his soft plump lips on mine.