"Let me take you home, Anne." Soon spoke Harry.

I was still in his arms. He had them wrapped around my waist, my body pushed into his chest. My hands wrapped around each of his wrists. We were staring into each other's eyes.

I didn't debate. I was tired and wanted to go home. I wanted to sleep.

"Okay," was all I said and gave him my keys.

I walked out of my position and jumped in the passenger side of my car. Harry soon joined the driver's side.

He didn't look over to me. He just put the keys into the ignition and started my car. Soon, we started to leave behind the park.

"Harry, can you take me to your place?" I sleepily said.

I wasn't thinking when I asked that. I just wanted the closest place I could sleep at, and in my condition, I think I needed to stay with somebody I knew.

He looked over at me for the first time, since we got in the car. He hesitantly opened his mouth and spoke.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I immediately replied.

"Okay."

And with that, my vision started to blur. I turned my head before I fell asleep.

I soon fell asleep with the face of Harry Styles burned into my mind.