Ours

He pulled up to my house, making sure to drop everyone else off first. The clock showed that it was almost 5pm. I could hear him singing along to my music; it was One Direction, which he teased me for but still, he was the one singing. I never noticed how his voice flowed, it was calming and deep and perfectly sounding like Harry's. We were just idling in my driveway, when I surprised myself by saying, "Your voice is amazing, you should sing louder." I've noticed lately, that despite his cool and collected exterior, he does have a really gentle side. Bobby flushed and shook his head. I nodded encouragingly, and decided that I'd start singing too, just to encourage him. I'd probably do anything to get him to sing louder. I joined in, once Louis' solo came up.
"Tell me with your mind, body and spirit, I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British/ Whether we're together or apart, we can both remove the masks and admit, we regret it from the start."
Bobby joined in when the chorus started, singing loudly and more confidently. He was damn good at it. As he sang out the last note, I noticed we were leaning closer to each other, and he turned to look at me. I put my hand on his cheek, and said, "Seriously, B, you're amazing. Did you take lessons?" He nodded, "yeah, my parents thought I shouldn't play guitar and not know how to sing, so..." He broke off, chuckling and said, "Alright, let me go home and fix dinner." I raised an eyebrow. "You're making me dinner? he nodded, and got out of the car and opened my door. I got out. I walked to the door, and turned to wave at his retreating back. He honked a goodbye, and I walked inside. When I walked in, I noticed it was all but empty. there was a sticky-note on the tv:
"At Taylor's. Put your last boxes by the door and have fun tonight.-Mom"
Below her note, was a note from Dave, judging by the barely-legible scrawl:
"Good luck tonight, tell me if he's a prick- I'll fuckin' skin him if he touches you in a way you don't want to be//Dave'
I rolled my eyes, and snapped a photo of the note, sending it to Brooke, Drew and Scotty in a groupchat.
Me: Can you believe this? Not even related and he's acting so protective
I turned on my music in the bathroom, and my phone buzzed.
Drew is my one & only: Yeah man, he's got a point though. Don't let him fuck around, he's my mate but so are you
Brooke is love: Oh wow, he's protective, that's positively dreamy! I can't imagine how he'd be daughter
Scotty is life: Stop, if you want a kid i'll buy you a fuckin mommy and me doll
Drew is my one & only: WILL IT PEE?
I locked my phone and put it on the sink, turning on the shower.