Kiss Me

“Here’s Little Things.” They announced as the song started playing.

Blake’s finger tapped on the steering wheel to the beat of the song. Harry watched and sighed as his part came up. “Don’t like them?” Blake asked, hearing the exhale.

“They are a little overrated.” He looked out the window as they drove through town, relieved that the windows were tinted.

She smiled, “I don’t know. I don’t know much about them, but they do have some good songs, at least the ones I’ve heard on the radio.” She stopped at another light and looked at him, “Besides, shouldn’t you be proud of them, aren’t they from the UK or something, like you?”

“Justin Bieber is from Canada, but you don’t see all of them cheering for him.” She laughed.

“Touché.”