“No. Fucking. Way,” Harry stands, in the drive way, staring at the car in front of him.
Y/N leans against it, a smile on her face as her arms are crossed over her chest, keys in her hands, “happy-your album is doing amazing-day,” she grins, holding out the keys.
“You’re fucking with me,” Harry shakes his head, but the smile on his face does not fade.
“No, it’s all yours,” she says, standing up.
Harry wraps his arms around her, lifting her up, “baby,” he laughs, “this is the best gift I have ever gotten.”
“I just, I’m so proud of you,” she admits, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs wrapping around his waist, “you’re doing so great and you deserve this.”
“I love you,” he sets her down, kissing her face, “I,” he presses a kiss to her lips, “love,” her nose, “you,” her forehead.
She giggles, “I know,” she kisses him back.
“You didn’t have to do this, I still think I’m being punked,” Harry admits, setting her down and grabbing the keys.
Y/N leans against it, “nope you go where ever you want in the car,” she pats it, “or do whoever you want in the car, on the car, it’s up to you really.”
Harry laughs, walking around the car, inspecting it. Of course he could have bought the car himself, he’s Harry Styles. But the fact that she had paid attention to his dreams, to his desires, the fact that she went out of her way to do this only made the car better.
“I love it, I love you,” Harry says, “car to accompany me on a drive?”
“I would love nothing more,” she smiled.