Young

"Come on, Shay," Harry pleaded, one hand on the wheel as the other hung lazily out the window. "You're only young once," he teased, sending a wink in my direction as his lips curved up into that signature smirk of his. Despite the dreary London skies, everything about him still seemed to glow. I was intimidated, nervous, and totally against the whole idea of going anywhere with him. So I got in the car.