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[anotherblackharrie]

I Know I’m Not the Only One: Part Three

Note: Here’s ‘I’m Know I’m Not the Only One: Part One & Part Two.’ Originally requested by anon. Part Three was requested by too many people to even count. I want to say thank you for that once again. Italics indicate a flashback. This is the LAST and FINAL installment. It has been quite the adventure. Requests are closed.

**I’m Not the Only One by Boyce Avenue (cover) 

**Towers by Little Mix

**heyy! Can you please write an imagine where you’re dating harry but he ends up cheating on you with your best friend please:) and can your other friend who is dating Niall knows about the whole thing but was conflicted on whose side to take! -sorry this is really long a detailed ahaa

One year and ten months before breaking up

You stood, hands resting securely on your hips as you looked around you. This was it. Everything was official. And for a reason that was beyond you, your heart swelled with an undeniable pride. Maybe it because it wasn’t just his, or singularly your own, but it was something that the two of you had done together. It was the first milestone of many more to come, you thought to yourself, and it was something that easily brought a smile to your face.

Cardboard boxes, all varying in size and content, were stacked high, one on top of the other, some piles were nearly tall enough to graze the ceiling of the penthouse. It was hard to envision it then, but it was bound to be your beautiful new home. No longer would it be the occasional item of yours being accidentally, and sometimes intentionally, left at Harry’s place. No longer would you have to borrow his old t-shirts whenever you spent the night, even though you really didn’t mind. No longer would you have to eventually return to your own apartment way across town. You never had to go home, because the new penthouse, it was your home, with Harry. If there was one thing that you loved just as much as you loved Harry, it was the idea of falling asleep by his side, when his mumbled words got lost in his endless yawns until he fell completely silent with the exception of his slight snoring. Waking up by his side was even more of a pleasure, when his pink lips seemed particularly poutier, his voice even raspier. It baffled you that a person could be so effortlessly beautiful after a long night’s sleep. Finally moving in together and getting to experience that every night and every morning, it was more than an honor, it was a dream come true.

You could hear footfalls against the wood floors coming from behind you. Naturally, you turned to see Harry carrying yet another box. You loved Harry and his rather flamboyant sheer and floral shirts, but there was something oddly sexy about seeing Harry dressed all the way down, basketball shorts and plain tee on, hair pulled back into a bun. Quite honestly, you found it rather attractive to see him doing a bit of heavy lifting too.

“Do you need help with that?” You offered, though you were shamelessly admiring him.

He caught your wandering eye, and clearly amused, he cracked a smile. “No, I’ve got it. This is the last one, actually.”

That, in itself, was music to your ears. The morning drifted into the afternoon, and it seemed that the number of boxes were multiplying rather than dwindling down, but it was finally over. Unpacking was the next biggest challenge, but it would have to wait.

You half walked, half jogged to the front door and closed it, locking it shut. You lingered there for a moment, smiling and giddy, because you still couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that you and Harry were actually going to be living together. You remembered when he first brought it up, so casual and subtle that it caught you completely off guard. Conversations turned into house hunting, house hunting turned into furniture shopping, furniture shopping turned into packing, and suddenly the big day had arrived.

You found your way back into the heart of the penthouse through the maze of boxes. You followed the particular sound of cardboard moving across hardwood, and it led you to the kitchen straight to Harry. He was sliding a box with his foot just so he could put the box he was holding in its place. When Harry’s eyes fell onto you, the focused features of his face settled into a warm, inviting welcome.

“We did it!” He said in a sing song voice. Harry held his hands up in preparation for a double high five, and you approached him, responding appropriately by high fiving him. Your fingers laced around each others and he pulled you in closer. “I love you,” He added, and before you could offer a wholehearted response, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

You sighed contently and wrapped your arms around Harry’s torso. “I can’t believe we have our own place,” You mentioned to him for what seemed like the millionth time, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. He was glad that you were excited, because in all honesty, so was he. Since being in One Direction, he had been on his fair share of dates with the ladies, nothing ever too serious, but then everything changed when he met you at a charity event in what seemed like forever ago.

His father had always told him that a man knew within the first six months of dating a woman if he wanted to marry her, and it was always something he never really took to heart, but he remembered the night he looked at you, just shy of your six month anniversary, and thought that someday you would be his wife. Even though he hadn’t gotten down on one knee yet, he found himself stumbling into jewelry stores in his spare time, eyeing diamonds for when the perfect time came.

Harry tucked your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingered gently along the side of your face. “Jeff and Glenne said they’ll come tomorrow to help us unpack,” He reminded you.

You groaned lightly. Harry started to nuzzle your neck, and when he let out a mumbled “I know” in response to your groan, you could feel his lips move against your skin. Unpacking was going to be a pain, you knew that, but it was necessary. You were just grateful to have friends who would give up some of their time to help get everything sorted out.

“Where do we even start?” A smile lingered on your mouth, but your question posed a serious concern. Mindlessly, you rubbed his back in a loving manner.

He lifted his head so that he could look you in the eyes. “Not sure,” He seemed almost unbothered by the task ahead, but then his voice took on a dangerously low tone. “You know, there’s a new mattress on the floor of our new bedroom,” Harry emphasized the our, “And I think we should test out the springs.”

Clearly amused, you let out a short, unexpected laugh. “Really, now?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

His eyes darted between yours. He had a smug look on his face, one that you’d known all too well. “Really,” He said, and before you knew it, Harry swooped you up in his arms and tossed you over his shoulder.

“Harry!” Your gasp turned into helpless laughter. “Harry, put me down!” You flailed in vain.

“What?” He shouted over you as his grip on your waist tightened so you wouldn’t fall. “I can’t hear you!” He joked as he whisked you into the bedroom and laid you down onto the lone mattress that sat upon the floor before he crawled forward until your back pressed against it and his body was over yours.

Six months after breaking up

I still feel love when I see your face

But all these tears I can't erase

Sorry heart, I'm sorry heart

But we'll have to start again

No matter the price, whether it was a mere twenty bucks or had a price more than some college tuitions, all champagne tasted the same. Bitter, crisp, incredibly dry, but completely necessary. At least you thought so, especially if you were going to make it through the night. You resorted from subtly and conveniently lingering near the waiters, their trays covered with bubbly flutes, to migrating to what seemed like a full bar that only pumped out more champagne.

But you didn’t complain as you sipped slowly, deliberately, not wanting the empty glasses to multiply on the counter too quickly. And while you drank with your back turned to the masses, you thought back to a time when you used to really enjoy these events. When people would pull out their tailored tuxedos and fancy, expensive gowns just to gather for the night in celebration of a good cause. And tonight was no different from any other charity gala, but in many ways, nothing was the same. You weren’t sure what had changed, but everything seemed depressingly superficial. The people were fake, their smiles even faker. It was draining, but it made you wonder. Had it always been this way, but you were just too caught up to see it? Or had you outgrown your deserve to be apart of that lifestyle? You didn’t know.

You turned to face towards the people crowded in the ballroom, your elbows still resting back against the bar behind you. You were no better than the lot of them. You were there, draped in jewelry, adorned in an expensive dress, thinking of ways to make a polite, unnoticeable escape. You were all the same, lonely, just pretending for a night, but in the midst of it all, if there was one person who used to make you feel a little more normal, a little more human at these things, it was-

“Harry?” You said in disbelief. He didn’t see you, but you definitely saw him, all 5’11 of everything that was him. Unable to look away, you watched him from a considerable distance as he shook hands, smiled, and laughed his way through various people.

He wasn’t supposed to be there. He supposed to be on tour, because that’s what he did, One Direction was always on tour during that time of year. You were sure of it. It was one of main reasons why you decided to attend, because you were certain that you wouldn’t run into Harry. Then again, there he was, in the flesh.

Understandably, you were torn between turning on your heels and making a mad dash for the nearest exit, or facing your ex head on.

But it’d been six months since you found out that Harry was cheating on you with your best friend and that Niall and his girlfriend knew all along, 183 days since he broke your heart in the most unimaginable way, 4382 hours since you packed up your belongings in the penthouse and left him pleading for your forgiveness, 15,552,000 seconds since the last time you had heard from him. And so suddenly, so unapologetically, he was back in your life without a fair warning.

Harry’s gaze shifted effortlessly from its current fixation directly to you in one smooth, unblinking movement, as though he knew, somehow, you were there. And when his eyes fell onto you, he felt as if he was going to flatline right then and there.

All he could do was stare, and what he saw, it was absolutely breathtaking.

It was you.

His heart jolted in a strange way, in a way it hadn’t done in quite sometime. It made him nervous, and suddenly, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He remembered the last time you he’d seen you, the last time he’d spoken to you. He remembered how angry you were as you proceeded to walk out of his life, but rightfully so. For the lack of a better word, he fucked up. Big time.  It was a guilt that he lived with. It ate at him that he couldn’t hold you in his arms or fall asleep by your side, loving that the last thing he saw before he went to sleep was you and that you were the first thing he saw when he woke up the next morning, but it was all his fault. Harry gave it all up, but for what? He lost the love of his life, and all because he couldn’t keep it in his pants, and to add fuel to the fire, it was with your best friend, someone that didn’t really matter to him in the first place. It’s not like she and he had relationship to come out of the affair, the one that destroyed everything he had with you. But here, six months later and looking at you, he couldn’t help but wonder if you still hated him, and if you did, he didn’t blame you. He had no one to blame but himself.

“If you’ll excuse me,” You read Harry’s lips as he spoke to the person he was dismissing himself from. This was it, and your options were disappearing fast. It was just so strange. You didn’t hate him, and for the most part, you weren’t angry anymore. It took time and maturity, but you forgave Harry. The one thing you didn’t do was forget, but as Harry walked towards you, you felt more anxious than anything else, so much so, you were surprised that the champagne flute didn’t shatter in your hand from how tight your grip was around it. You were just going to have to face this demon head on.

Harry came to a stop in front of you, and his mouth felt dry. “Hello,” He felt nearly breathless.

Captivated, you looked up at him, your eyes darting between his as you struggled to find the words to say. “Hi,” It was short, to the point, and the only thing you could come up with.

It was so, so odd, and it was an evident fact in the way neither of you really knew what to say. You just kind of stood there, awkwardly, waiting for the other to speak, but it didn’t happen. Nervously, your fingers tapped against your glass as you looked around the room before returning your gaze back to Harry’s. He had averted his eyes to the bar, his fingers looping around a glass of his own. You knew him well enough to know that he was thinking. It was funny, even a little sad, that the two of you were once in love, but now you were just strangers who just happened to know each other so well.  When he looked back at you, the two of you began to speak at the same time.

“Sorry,” Naturally, Harry flashed a smile and your heart plummeted into your stomach. “You go first.”

“What are you doing here?” You blurted. It was the only thing that came to mind, especially when his life was as hectic as it was.

“I received an award,” He answered, and it made sense. Harry was giving in that way, even more when it came to charitable causes.  So for him to be recognized for being a philanthropist, it wasn’t much of a surprise.

“Right,” You nodded.  “So uh, are the other boys here?”

“No, I’m here alone,” He confirmed and went on, “How’ve you been? You look,” He couldn’t help the way his wandering eyes admired you. “amazing.” It wasn’t in an offensive manner, not in the slightest. Rather, it was gentle, innocent awe and admiration.

“I’ve been good, great actually. What about you?” You replied, deciding to completely ignore his comment about you, or the way he looked at you, just like the way he used to.

He shrugged casually, “Usual One Direction business,” Harry started, but before he could elaborate, someone you didn’t recognize interrupted him.

You watched wordlessly as the two men shook hands. The older gentleman congratulated Harry before he directed his attention to you. You went through the usual politeness of small talk. Hello. State your name. Shake hands. Comment on something neither of you really cared about. Once that was over, you resigned from the conversation, only halfway engaging and responding when necessary. And if you weren’t listening, it was completely unintentional. Your mind was running wild. Every now and then, you’d steal a glance at Harry, and you still couldn’t believe your eyes. It nearly felt like old times, how you used to stand by his side, just as you were now, but the difference was the distance between the two of you. He used hold your hand as he held his important conversations with important people, and discretely, he would run his thumb lovingly against yours. With a sense of pride, you used to accompany Harry to these events, your arm looped around his or his hand resting comfortably around your waist, sneaking kisses when you thought no one was looking. But that was forever ago and things had changed.

When it was time for the man to move on, he gave Harry a hearty pat on the back and left, only to find other people to strike up a conversation with.

“Sorry about that,” He apologized sincerely.

“Don’t worry about it,” It wasn’t like you two were having much of a conversation to begin with, you thought to yourself. Before you could say much else, you felt your stomach rumble. Immediately, your hand fled to it, as if  the motion would repress your hunger.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a little hungry, is all, and these h'orderves and champagne aren’t really cutting it,” You said honestly. You didn’t think to eat before, and it was a mistake you were definitely feeling the consequences of.

He thought momentarily, and you could nearly see the light bulbs going off in his head. “There’s a frozen yogurt place across the street. I usually go there, and they’re probably still open. I could take you.”

You had to bite your tongue. The words ‘why would I want to go anywhere with you’ were sitting there, waiting to slip out of your mouth. Instead, you weighed your options again for the second time that night, and your answer was hesitant. “Sure,” You finally agreed. “Plus, I want to talk.” You added.

“About what?” The slow drag of his voice suddenly peaked with interest.

“You’ll see,” You shot him down with a smile.

“Fair enough, follow me.” He turned his back to you and started leading the way to the nearest exit. As the both of you maneuvered the crowd, Harry reached out his hand for you out of habit, but instead, you put both of your hands on the little clutch purse you were holding and pretended not to notice. And you guessed he must’ve realized what he was doing, because his hand immediately retreated into his pocket as if nothing happened.

As you made your way through the maze of people, it was borderline impossible not to run into someone who wanted to say hello, but you both kept your words brief and in passing. The glances and whispers didn’t go unescaped. There were people there who you’d come to know from previous events, and they all knew about you and Harry. You were known as the “lovebirds”, but they also knew about the downfall as well. Not necessarily the specifics or the heartbreaking details, so between not being seen together and the media running rampant with the news of the break up, they knew something was up. The two exes were leaving together, and their curiosity was getting the best of them.  

Once you came to the nearest side exit, Harry pushed the door open and held it for you. It was a nice night. The stars were out, more than usual for the city even though they were still competing against the twinkling lights of the skyscrapers. It was warm, just like any other summer night, but it was bearable with a nice breeze. You stood there, waiting for Harry, and when he was by your side, you guys walked to the nearest crosswalk.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked out of sheer curiosity as you waited for the signal to change so you could cross the street.

Harry looked down at you, the gentle wind causing his growing curls to blow in the breeze.  “Well, for starters, you’re hungry.” He stated simply, “And I figured you didn’t hate me anymore, or you were just doing a really fantastic job of concealing it.”

“What makes you think that?” You laughed for the first time that night. The two of you made your way across the street, your heels clacking against the leveled concrete ground.  

Harry removed his hand from his pocket and ran it through his hair. “You didn’t throw a drink at me or try to slap me and you actually talked to me, so I figured it counted for something,” He said.

“You have a point there,” You smiled at him as you opened the door to Go Greek and stepped inside, Harry catching the door behind you. The employee greeted you both, completely unfazed by the fact that Harry Styles had just walked in, probably because he’d been there so often.

Customarily, you grabbed a cup and headed straight for the flavor you loved most. You strategically poured the right amount of yogurt into your container before moving onto the toppings. You took your time there as you observed exactly what you wanted to put on top of your yogurt. By the time you finished, Harry was already done and at the register with his credit card drawn.

“I’m paying,” It was more of a statement rather than an offer as you approached him. You thanked him, telling him that it wasn’t necessary, but you sat the container on the little scale regardless. You grabbed two spoons, one for yourself and one for Harry, because you figured it was the least you could do.

“Have a good night!” The teenage girl called from behind the counter, and you and Harry wished her the same as you exited the yogurt shop, returning into the summer night. Across the street, the building where the gala was being held did very little to show of the grand affair that took place inside.

“I suppose we shouldn’t go back in there with these?” Harry proved a valid point.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” If one thing was for sure, you were almost willing to bet that frozen yogurt was not a part of charity event etiquette. Just to your right were a few stairs that led up to a church. You took the lead, for the first time that night, and made your way towards and up a few steps until you found one suitable for sitting. Jokingly, you patted the ground next to you for Harry to join, and he did.

Your mind was still sort of juggling so much at once. You were only half concentrated on eating the yogurt as your eyes wandered about the various scenes of the city playing out before you. The young couple walking hand in hand down the street. A group of girlfriends obviously on a night out. A family, obviously tourist, filing into a restaurant for dinner. And for the first time, the silence that lingered wasn’t uncomfortable. You didn’t know if it was because you both were eating, or the fact that the two of you felt normal enough around each other that you reached that point, but it was good either way.

“The first time we met was a lot like this,” Harry commented out of the blue.

The memory automatically resurfaced, and it wa absolutely true. It was three, nearly three and a half years ago. You had attended your first gala with a male friend since his date dropped out at the last minute. Feeling completely and utterly overwhelmed by the glitz and the glam, you excused yourself from your friend and escaped into what appeared to be a little private garden, away from the crowd, away from everything. Once you were alone, so you thought, you bumped into Harry Styles, who also seemed to need a bit of fresh air. Rather than causing a scene in his presence, you struck up a normal conversation with him, like the normal human being that he was. And as they say, the rest was history, even if the ending was far from a happily ever after.

You gave a half hearted little grin as you pushed around toppings in your container with your spoon. “What are the odds?” Your voice was a lot softer than you intended, but the memories were hard to deal with, especially when you had so many good ones to outweigh the bad. You’d be lying to yourself if you said that there was never a time or two when you considered what it’d be like to rekindle things with Harry, but it wasn’t long before you came to your senses and realized that you were living on how things used to be versus how badly things ended. But when you did remember the heartache he caused you, how much damage he’d done, it was an almighty reality check. Your ex-best friend, she would always be a ghost haunting whatever likelihood you and Harry had for a future. Though you worked hard on it, and days would come when you thought there wouldn’t be a light at the end of the tunnel, you were finally happy again, and it was something you wouldn’t trade for the world.

You looked over at Harry, “Truth or dare?” You said you wanted to talk so this is how you were going to do it.

His attention was still on his yogurt as furrowed his eyebrows and let out a short laugh as if you had caught him off guard, as if it was the most ridiculous thing in the world. “What?”

“Truth or dare?” You restated, proving that you were being completely serious.

Harry shrugged and looked up at you, “Alright, truth.”

Okay, good, you thought to yourself. You lost yourself in your mind for a second. Did you want to start off easy, or did you want to hit him with a bang? “Did you ever have sex with her in our bed?” You asked.

Harry cleared his throat, clearly taken aback by the question. You watched him intently, for any change in his demeanor, for any change of his facial expression. “We’re starting off quite heavy, aren’t we?”

“I’m a big girl, Harry. I can handle it. Hit me with the truth. Did you sleep with her in our bed?” It was a question that burned up inside you since you found out about the affair, only now you were finally okay to ask it, finally okay for the answer that would come with it.

He turned to you, making sure to look you directly in the eye. He owed you that much. “No, never. Not once.”

It shouldn’t have mattered, but a sense of relief came over you. Your bedroom, which was once your sacred place, where you would tell, show, and make Harry feel just how much you loved him, hadn’t fallen victim in the reign of Harry's infidelity. “Okay,” You took in the information, allowing it to sink in. “Your turn. You ask me.”

He looked at you, observing your reaction and making sure you were okay before moving on. “Truth or dare."

“Truth,” You followed his lead.

You braced yourself for whatever he was going to throw your way, especially since Harry fell silent in thought. “Why did you stay with me, even after I started acting like a complete wanker?”

You let out a low whistle. It was a tough one. The shouting matches, the sleeping on the couch, the slamming doors, the not speaking to each other for literal days. You were positive that there had to be sunshine after the storm.  “I don’t know. I figured every couple had their rough patch, and I just thought that it was the time for ours,” You answered honestly.

“I’m sorry.” Harry apologized for something that already passed. It was unfathomable, even to him now, that he thought it'd be better to push you away rather than sitting you down and coming clean, not that the news would hurt you any less.

“It’s okay," You reassured him. An apology wasn't going to change what happened, especially with the considerable amount of time that passed. "That's not the worst thing you’ve done to me. Truth or dare?”

The truth must’ve been too much all at once, because he replied with dare.

“Switching it up a bit, okay," You were never really good at coming up with dares, not now and probably not ever. You looked around for inspiration. There was another group of girls, presumably teenagers, walking across the street. The idea of telling Harry to go make their night came to mind, but it was quickly dismissed, because the frenzies that followed when Harry was spotted in public were unpredictable at best. You tapped your fingers against your half empty yogurt container while he continued to eat by your side as you thought hard. “Alright, I’ve got one. Whenever we go back inside, I dare you to only talk in your best American accent for the rest of the night, deal?”

“Deal,” Harry agreed a little too eagerly. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare” You weren’t going to let him outdo you.

“I dare you to try this,” Harry scooped up some of the mess of toppings and yogurt onto his spoon. You rolled your eyes. It was the most ridiculous dare you’d ever heard of, but you weren’t going to complain. Instead, you leaned forward as Harry fed it to you.

Almost immediately, your eyes went wide in panic. Frantically, you looked around for anything to spit the yogurt into. The more it melted against your tongue, the grosser it became. Little noises came from you as your desperation increased. Barely containing his laughing, Harry handed you his napkin. Unintentionally, you snatched it from him and spit the remains into the napkin.

“Harry, you know I hate that,” You whined, still frowning from the taste that lingered in your mouth. “That is god awful. Oh my gosh, how do you eat that stuff?” You felt like you were going to be sick.

“Like this,” He teased as he put another spoonful into his mouth.

You made a sound of disgust before going on with the game. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” It was muffled by the remnants of yogurt that remained in Harry’s mouth.

You sat the yogurt container down on the step beside you. You clasped your hands together in your lap, your fingers entwining. You looked down and sighed, and somehow your eyes fell onto that finger on your left hand. “Did you ever think about marrying me?”

It took him a while to answer, so much so that you almost repeated the question, because you didn’t think that he heard you. “All the time,” Harry finally admitted. You weren’t sure if you were going a little crazy, but he sounded somewhat sad. “I had a ring and everything.” Almost like a defense mechanism, he ran his hand through his hair.

Neither of you had much to say after that. Silence lingered with the expected sounds of the city acting as background noise, dogs barking, the occasional siren blaring, car horns honking. You had no idea that Harry had bought a ring, but you guessed that’s the way it worked when you were planning to propose to someone. You retracted into the depths of your mind, and Harry allowed you to stay there without interruption. It was just so easy to imagine, imagine how your life could’ve played out with Harry if he had never cheated. You could see it all: Harry getting down nervously on one knee, the months and months of wedding planning, a wedding where you would be surrounded by close friends and family, dancing the night away at the reception, packing up the penthouse and moving into an actual house together with more rooms than just the two of you needed, seeing the look on Harry’s face when you told him that he was going to be a father, painting the nursery pink or blue while Harry built the crib, having Harry there to hold your hand and whisper encouraging things as you brought another Styles into the world, raising the kids and watching them grow older as you grew older yourselves. It would’ve been so, so perfect, but the way of world had a way of being far more realistic.

“Truth or dare?” Harry brought you back into the present. His voice always reminded you of molasses. It was slow, thick, sweet. Only now, it sounded much more somber than usual, and it only made you wonder if any of this was a good idea. Sure, you were both fine now, but what happened when it was over. Old feelings would rehash, and for you, that meant old frustration and resentment.

You looked up and over at him to find that he was already looking at you. “Dare,” You said, but you weren’t sure if he had really heard you clearly. His eyes were trained on your lips. Before you could ask him what exactly was he staring at, Harry brought his hand up to the side of your face, his thumb lightly, slowly brushing against your bottom lip. From the slight wetness, you could tell there was a bit of yogurt that was still on your mouth. His eyes, an intense sea of green, flicked up back to yours. You exhaled slowly, and you couldn’t fight the urge to blink. It was the first time in six months since you felt Harry’s touch, and it was mind blowing but wrong. Testing the waters a bit, Harry started leaning in with his hand still cupping the side of your face and you felt breathless. He was close, so close. You could feel his soft exhales against your face, his nose pressing yours. It felt as if your heart was going to leap free out of your chest. And then Harry’s lips met yours, and you felt like you were drowning. It was an innocent middle school-esque kiss, but it was a kiss nonetheless. But it felt a lot like everything was rushing in your head, like all of your senses were shutting down, one by one. And when Harry pulled away, all you could do was stare at him, mouth hanging open slightly. Your bottom lip began to quiver, and you started to shake your head no and scooted away from his touch. You forgot how to catch your breath as tears welled in your eyes, blurring the vision of Harry sitting before you.

“Why’d you do that, Harry?” Your voice wavered as tears helplessly streamed down your face.You buried your face in your hands and held in the sobs that wanted so desperately to force their way out.

“I’m sorry,” Harry’s voice sounded so distant. It took you back to the night when you first found out that your best friend had been sleeping with Harry, it was one of the first things he said to you...sorry.

You started shaking your head no once again, your face still buried in your palms. Harry had you under his spell, and that is why you were angry for so long, because no matter how badly you wanted to shake him, you couldn’t, but you had to try, you had to keep trying. “This is a mistake,” You muttered  “You’re not allowed to do this to me again, Harry. I-I’ve got to go.” Quickly, you gathered your purse, arose to your feet and started heading down the stairs.

Harry called your name, and you halted in your footsteps. Hesitantly, you turned around.  Hot, frustrated, familiar tears still streamed down your face. “What Harry?” Once again, you sounded defeated.

He wore the same pitiful expression he wore when you stormed out the door amidst him dishing apologies left and right. But he was standing now. He licked his lips, seeming to hesitate. “Truth or dare?”

You let out a short, crude laugh, one that proved that you found absolutely nothing funny.  You raised your arms as you shrugged and let them come back down hard at your sides. “Truth, and don’t bother asking, because here’s the truth.” You started, and with each word your voice seems to escalate. “I loved you. I loved you so much, and I’m still trying to figure out how not be in love with the Harry I met all those years ago, the Harry that didn’t fuck someone I thought was my best friend for God knows how long.” You took a deep breath before going on, hoping that it’d calm you down. “I forgave you, Harry, because I needed to get on with my life, but I can’t forget what you did to me.”

You stared at him, and he stared right back at you. His long, brunette curls whipped about gently in the summer breeze, but other than that he stood completely still with his hands shoved in his pockets. He was so beautiful it was infuriating. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” You came at him hard, your voice clearly underlined with anger.

More silence was shattered by two words you could live to never hear again. “I’m sorry.” And Harry meant it.

And that was it. “Right,” You laughed and sniffled and wiped your tears and their streaks from your face before starting to walk off, but you stopped and looked at Harry one last time. “I learned to survive without you, and I’m so damn proud of myself, and there’s nothing that you can do to change that.” The words felt good to say, because you knew they were true. So before Harry had a chance to say another word, to add fuel to the fire, to deepen the wound, you walked off without ever looking back.

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Crawling Back To You

Note: Requested by anon. Contains sexual themes. It’s been a while, and I’m terribly sorry. Forgive me. Requests are closed.

**Do I Wanna Know by Hozier (cover)

**can you do a one shot where harry forgets your birthday because he's in LA hanging out with Nadine or someone else but you don't remind him it's your birthday and he finds out from your Instagram/twitter and then he calls you but you say you're done and the next day you go back to your flat from work and you see him there and he apologies etc. and gives you belated birthday sex :))

You had awoken, startled by the sudden sound that seemed to penetrate the silence. You gasped aloud, your heart racing as your senses scrambled to make sense of what was going on. Your eyes were only met with darkness and you were alone, just as you had went to bed only hours before, but the ringing of your cellphone continued. With a disgruntled sigh, you sat up and ran your hand through your hair.

It was well past midnight, you knew that much, and you wondered who in their right mind would call at the odd hour of morning. It could’ve been anything, you thought to yourself, but then it crossed your mind that it was possibly an emergency. It was the only logical explanation that your tired mind could come up with. So, with a newfound sense of urgency and panic, you grabbed your cellphone from the nightstand next to your bed.

Harry’s picture illuminated the screen, and almost immediately your face fell into a disapproving frown. If there was one person you didn’t want to talk to, it was definitely him. And while it took everything in your power not to just ignore the call and roll over back into a soundless slumber, you pressed the accept button in anticipation of what you knew wouldn’t end well.

“Hello?” Despite the present drowsiness in your voice, the annoyance was clear. It was obvious Harry was out and about in Los Angeles, the way the sound of the world seemed to carry on behind him on the other line.

“Hello, love!”  Harry’s voice chimed. “Did I wake you?”

Usually, the sound of him would bring on a sense of comfort, a rare warmth settling over you, especially whenever he was far from home, but this was far from the typical case. With no real desire to hold a conversation, you kept your reply incredibly short and to the point, “Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I know I’m a bit late, but happy birthday.” He seemed pleased with himself, but the words struck a bad nerve. It appeared as an afterthought with no real meaning behind it. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but it did upset you that Harry was a day late in his birthday wishes. The drastic time difference wasn’t a viable excuse either, because just the year before not only had he had your flat dressed in dozens and dozens of your favorite flowers, but he managed to fly down just to take you to dinner at your favorite place just across town.

After a pause, you replied somewhat awkwardly, “Thanks.”

“What’d you do today?” He carried the conversation seamlessly. You knew Harry, sometimes even better than you knew yourself. You could tell when he was giving you his undivided attention, but this was different. In between talking to you, he continued on holding minor side conversations.

“Yesterday,” You corrected him. “I did things,” You said plainly. There was no need to share the details of your girls’ night out with him, especially if the topic didn’t really seem to interest him in the moment.

“Alright?” He stated it more like a question. He paused, thinking on what exactly to say next. Had he done something without realizing it? “What’s the matter?” He asked.

What’s the matter? It was a loaded question. There was a lot that was wrong. You hated feeling overbearing or excessively nagging when it came to Harry,  but there was quite a bit to take into consideration. For starters, you missed him, and though it had gotten easier with time, you still had your moments when you would trade anything in the world just to have him by your side, to feel the gentleness of his touch, to drown in his love. The feeling was exceptionally bad on your birthday, so it hurt you when you received a measly phone call a near 24 hours later after constantly checking your phone all day with no avail while you were out celebrating almost halfheartedly with your closest friends.

“Nothing,” You lied evenly. The single word just seemed easier.

“Come on, don’t be that way-” His tone still lighthearted.

“Don’t be that way? Harry, don’t be that way? You forgot my birthday. How am I supposed to be?” You interrupted him. The sudden outburst caught you both off guard, but you were buzzing with aggravation.

“I’m sorry. The day got away from me, and I didn’t realize what time it was back home,” His voice softened. You swallowed hard, sighed, and practically rolled your eyes as you rested your head back against the wall just behind your bed.

“When’d you remember?” You kept your voice calm, but truth be told, you were too tired to be properly angry at him or the situation in general.

That’s when Harry explained that he first saw a tweet from a fan, and then a picture your best friend posted on Instagram. He went on to say that he called you as soon as he could, but the excuses were only half heard when another female voice on the other end of the phone caught your attention.  

“Who is that?” You asked.

Almost reluctantly, Harry answered, “It’s Nadine.” You scoffed in offense without realizing it. Inaudibly, you mouthed ‘what the fuck’ in transparent disbelief. You ran a hand through your hair as you struggled to find the right words to say. Just friends or not, you were Harry’s girlfriend and Nadine was a friend, yet somehow he was merrily spending your birthday with her.

You allowed a slow inhale and an even slower exhale. “Right,” You cleared your throat. “Well I’m done. Goodnight, Harry. Have fun, please don’t call me.” You could hear him calling your name, but it was too late and the line went dead as you ended the call. This time, you made sure to turn the phone on silent before tossing it on nightstand once again. Instead of immediately laying back down, you remained upright, wondering what in the hell gave Harry Styles the right. It was almost hard for you to comprehend, especially since you were only half asleep to begin with.

“Whatever,” You sighed to yourself before sinking back down into the bed, your head hitting the pillow with a soft thud. Your eyes slipped shut and you concentrated on your breathing, but returning to the state of sleep you were once in proved to be more difficult than you hoped now that Harry was fresh on your mind.

***

“Shit,” All alone in the corridor outside of your apartment door you swore to yourself as your keys hit the carpeted ground. You readjusted your purse on your shoulder as you bent down to retrieve the keys. You stood upright, rubbing the back of your sore neck tenderly. In routine, you proceeded to unlock the front door of your flat with a million things running through your mind. First things first, you were going to take a long, warm shower with the hopes of soothing the tension that had built under the skin after a long, tiring day of work. The idea propelled you forward, causing you to push the door open with a newfound sense of purpose.

But immediately, you halted in your footsteps upon entering into your flat. It had been transformed. All of it. The furniture that once strategically decorated the room was pushed aside, creating an open floor where rose petals littered the light wood. The power was out, but strings of delicate lights hung from the ceiling, along with paper lanterns, and a few lit candles sitting atop tables, shelves, and a fireplace, casted a soft glow over the darkness of the flat.

Somewhat cautiously, you reached back, closing the door behind you quietly as your mouth hung slightly open in dismay. It was beautiful, but you were conflicted on what to make of it. In any normal case, you would’ve been awed beyond relief, but it was so unexpected to the point it frightened you.

“H-hello?” You swallowed hard, your voice creeping with uncertainty. Just then, Harry peeped his head out from around a corner, a smile settling along his features when his eyes fell on you. Immediately, it felt as a weight was removed from you. You let out a sign of immense relief, and your hand fled over your chest, as if to still your rapidly beating heart. “It’s just you,” Whatever malice you felt towards him in the previous day had melted.

Harry appeared from behind the wall, his hair pulled into a bun as the smile he wore turned into laughter, and you helplessly joined in. He started walking towards you, and you met him halfway as you threw your arms around him and rested your head on his chest. You inhaled, filling your senses with the warm familiarity of his cologne. Suddenly, you felt giddy from his presence. You looked up at him, pressing your chin to his chest as you spoke,  “What are you doing here? What’s all of this about?”

Harry reached up a hand, brushing aside the hair that had fallen into your face. “I wanted to make yesterday up to you. More importantly, i wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.”

You shrugged. It was a matter you’d already gotten over. “It’s okay, Harry. I was just overreacting,” You said honestly. Being there in his physical presence was enough to wash away whatever anger you felt towards him.

“No, it’s not, and I am going to make it up to you, okay?” His green eyes darted between yours.

You nodded in agreement, “Fine, okay.”

“Good,” Harry said and leaned down to give you a quick peck on the lips, his loving grip on you loosening as his arms fell to his side before he reached for your hand, your fingers entwining. You followed closely behind him as he led you into the kitchen. The savory aromas from the meal he prepared greeted you kindly, and from the looks of it, he was just about done when you came home.

Harry directed you to side of the counter where a glass of red wine waited for you. Gratefully, you took it, taking a sip while Harry returned to the activity your arrival took his attention from. Silence fell over the area, but the thoughts swarming your mind was far from quiet. Your eyes stayed on Harry in admiration, your heart melting. Frankly, you almost felt bad about being mad at him in the first place. Maybe it was your emotions that had gotten the better of you. You knew Harry, and you knew he’d never do anything to intentionally upset you, not now, not ever.

You couldn’t help the little smile that crept onto your face as you continued to watch him. Here was the man you loved, cooking your favorite meal after an undoubtedly long day of travel between Los Angeles and London. You leaned down with your elbows pressed against the bar of the counter, your hand propping your head up. It was then that the thought of how lucky you were crossed your mind.

Harry glanced up briefly at you, but he quickly did a little double take when your eyes met his.

“What?” You caught the flash of his teeth, an amused smile dimpling his cheeks, the way it always seemed to do.

You bat your eyelashes innocently. “I missed you,” You responded, feeling completely smitten by him.

“I missed you too,” He looked at you a little bit longer before returning his attention to the plates in front of him. “I’m so sorry about yesterday” He apologized again as he finished dressing the dishes with the dinner he had prepared for the night.

You thought his apology over. Of course you’d forgiven him, but there was no way you were going to let him know it that easily. “I don’t believe you. I want to be able to taste how sorry you are," You teased him. "Better yet, I want to be able to feel how sorry you are.”

Instantly, Harry glanced up at you from underneath his eyelashes. A single brow raised at your statement. “Oh, really?” He grabbed the dish towel closest to him and dried off his hands before stepping around the counter to you.

Whatever he had in mind wasn’t what you were implying, but you had no intention of delaying whatever was about to take place. You stood up straight, flipping your hair back over your shoulder as you stood toe to toe with Harry in absolute defiant confidence. He leaned forward, matching your height. In response, you straightened up some more, stretching as much as your spine would allow you to.

“Really,” You whispered.

“I can do that,” With his signature lazy, seemingly lopsided smirk intact, he gave your lips a sweet, simple peck.

You raised a daring eyebrow at him, your mind set on teasing him. Your eyes remained on the opaque green looking back down at you with the same admiration.  And you spoke, your voice just quiet, if not quieter, than it was before. “I think you can do better than-” The remaining words you would’ve spoken got lost as he captured your mouth in a warm, longing kiss. You giggled, though it appeared more like a happy hum against Harry’s lips. Needless to say, it almost always seemed to take your breath away whenever Harry kissed you after months of being apart, and this time was no exception. Though you didn’t see him drink any wine, you could taste the intoxicatingly sweet liquid on his lips and even more so once his tongue slipped against yours. His hand settled on the side of your neck, deepening the affectionate transaction. He reached up, fingers moving into your hair. His lips trailed away from yours, moving softly along your jaw and down your neck.

“God I’ve missed you,” Harry breathed out against your neck, mostly speaking to himself rather than you. You went weak at the feeling of lips placing selective kisses along the curve of your neck. You gripped the counter behind you as he proceeded to lovingly nip at the skin. Your mouth hung open slightly as your breathing pattern shifted to something that was the result of pleasure. He was already driving you crazy, and he knew it, making him that much more excited to take you to the point of no return. Blindly, your fingers grasped his shirt at the sides, and you pulled him closer to you.  Harry took it as his cue for his lips to return to yours. Little time was wasted in restoring the kiss to the passion it held before he broke it. He pushed you back just a little to where your lower back was pressed against the countertop. Your arms draped loosely around his neck, your fingernails lightly scraping against the back of his neck as the kiss continued. Harry slightly bent your body back in his arms as he pressed forward. A single hand of his traveled up the back of your shirt, sending involuntary chills running through you. You brought your hands down to the front of his button down shirt, and your fingers steadily worked to undo the two or three buttons that were actually fastened. Out of no where, Harry broke the kiss once again, resting his forehead against yours while both of you tried to catch your breath.

“Bedroom?” He posed it as a question. You lifted your arms high above your head as you pulled off the shirt you were wearing.

“What about the food?” You asked, only half concerned, because all the while you were pushing down Harry’s unbuttoned shirt off of his body. Immediately, you went to work unlooping his belt and then onward to his pants, letting them fall to his ankles with a bit of effort.  The dinner that he’d prepared for the evening was undoubtedly cold now, not that you really cared. And it appeared that it didn’t matter much to him either. Effortlessly, he yanked down the skirt you were wearing from around your waist, leaving you standing there in your undergarments.

“It can wait,” Harry replied as he  brought you up in his arms, your legs hooking around his waist The swift, unexpected action caused a surprised squeal to come from you, followed by helpless giggles. Harry started to let his lips trail against your collarbone, softly biting and tongue swiping at the skin as he walked you with securely in his arms. You reached behind his head and pulled down his hair from its bun, letting his hair fall just above his shoulders. With a stumble in his step, he made his way tto the bedroom just around the corner, the bedroom the two of you shared whenever he was back home and away from his life in One Direction.

Without hesitation, Harry laid you down onto the bed in the dark room and climbed over you, settling between your legs. Your mouths continued to move in haste against each other’s as Harry’s large hand palmed up your arched back to unclasp your bra. He broke the kiss and transitioned to your neck. You tilted your head back, lips parted once more while he smoothly removed the straps.

“I love you,” you breathed out. Harry looked up at you, his face hovering mere inches above yours. Your hand tucked a wild curl behind his ear and settled on the side of his face. “I love you,” you repeated.

Harry pressed a single, hard kiss to your lips, filled with more passion than any of the kisses you shared that night. “I love you too,” He said, and you knew he meant it, from the way his green eyes were looking down at you, he meant every single word. He kissed you before speaking once more.

“I’m so…” Harry kissed your neck again, “in love…” His lips lingered on each breasts, “with you.” He came to a stop with a final kiss along the line of your lace covered skin.

You sucked in a breath, heart fluttering in your chest, desperate to feel his next move. Harry’s fingers looped around the black fabric before pulling them down completely and tossing them on the floor. He licked his lips before they brushed lightly against your inner thigh. His eyes flicked up at you, but your head was pressed against the mattress, eyes shut with overwhelming anticipation. Harry smirked before dipping his tongue into you.

Your slow exhale transformed into a low moan as he continued to flick his tongue over your wetness, carefully adding more pressure over your clit just like the way he remembered you loved it. Your breath caught in your throat, your fingers found their way into his hair and you held him there against you. You could feel him smile, but it was short lived as he resumed letting his tongue swirl between your thighs. It became harder and harder for you to contain yourself as you started to arch your back little by little, your hips bucking up slightly against Harry’s face. His arm barred over your hips, keeping you pinned down to the bed. His growing curls fanned out across over your stomach, tickling ever so slightly as his tongue worked on you.

“H-Harry.” You stammered out, pleading for him to keep going, and he did. He kissed. He licked. He sucked. Your grip tightened further on his curls as he drug you over the edge. Inevitably, your legs began to tremble around him, his name, which once rolled off your tongue as a mere whimper, came out in more defined moans. Yet he kept going, pushing you to your absolute limit, his mouth buried in you, until you settled down, hips finally resting against the mattress. Your breath came in short huffs as he kissed back up your body, pausing between your breast until he made it back to your mouth. Your noses bumped softly against each other as the kiss slowly deepened. You missed this, being tangled in him, naked and vulnerable with him.

Harry pulled away, and you reached up a hand, combing through his messy curls. “Think you’re down for another round?” He smirked down at you, his eyes fondly looking over your face.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his mouth back down to yours. “You know me better than that,” You whispered between kisses. “Take off your boxers.”

With a chuckle, Harry sat up a little and pushed the undergarment down his hips and kicked it somewhere neither of you saw. He leaned back over you and he flashed a smile at you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him down even closer to you. Out of no where, you rolled him over onto his back, claiming your place on top.

You sat up straight, and grabbed ahold of his stiffened muscle, readjusting yourself over him. Carefully, you slid down onto him, letting him fill you while your eyes remained on his. A shuddered breath escaped you as you grew reaccustomed to the feeling, your eyes helplessly slipping shut. Harry let out a low, throaty sound, one that equated to pleasure.  Slowly, you began to ride him. He wasted no time as he thrusted upward, meeting you halfway until the two of you found your own steady rhythm. His hands roamed your body freely, never officially settling in one particular spot. You let out what sounded like a sigh of pleasure, your head falling back as you bit down on your bottom lip. You rocked harder into him, raising and lowering yourself onto him, your palms coming down to brace yourself against his steady shoulders. Careful not to alter the way you were moving on top of him, Harry slowly sat up. His face tilted up to kiss you, but it only lasted so long. His lips traveled down your jaw and briefly to the side of your neck. He could taste the slight salt that formulated along with the sweat that settled on your skin. He went on to bury his face in your hair. Harry’s arms wrapped around you, hugging your bare body to his.

“Let me take care of you,” He whispered. You slowed down just a bit, and you found that your bare back was pressed against the sheets and Harry was over you. His lips crashed against yours, a desperate sound tearing from his throat as he buried himself deeper in you. It took no time for him to start thrusting inside of you. He rolled his hips into yours, your fingers lacing together as he pinned your right arm down above your head. His name left your lips as it always had when he was ramming harder and harder into you, burying himself in you entirely. Your body pressed up against his as your back longingly arched off of the creaking mattress. Your fingers were still knotted around Harry’s as he thrusted in and out, giving you more and more each time.  

He brought his face down to yours, kissing you the best he could as his roll of his hips continued in their in sync pursuit. The few kisses shared with Harry became sloppier and sloppier, your mouth barely forming a proper pucker against his as your lips parted and lust stricken moans slipped out. Harry continued to thrust in and out feverishly, hips smacking audibly harder against each other as you took in every inch of him. Your lips curved into an ‘o’, but you tried your hardest, with no avail, to maintain the little control over the noises he evoked from you. His name slipped from your tongue. The familiar, much missed pull between your legs began to creep up on you, and you knew you couldn’t last much longer.

You continue to plead, but Harry didn’t let up in the slightest, continuing to pump in and out. He started to become more and more vocal. His deep, accented voice was much more darker and raspy in comparison. That alone was enough for you, just to hear the sound of your name, sounding so desperate along with the few curse words that’d come out.

Then it hit you. You gasped aloud. Your body was beyond your control as you shook, your legs trembling around Harry as they drew him nearer. Your face contorted in absolute pleasure as you became undone underneath him. You cried out a little louder than you intended. You were losing it. Quickly, you were drowning in an even higher and more intense climax than the brief one you experienced earlier. Your head sunk further into the pillow, your eyes shutting impossibly tighter. Your nails dug into his contorting back muscles, enough to drive him absolutely insane. His breathing, just like the rhythm of his hips, became more and more sporadic. His groans came through clenched teeth while his hands balled fist into the sheets. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it much longer, you finally came, and Harry followed shortly after.

His body collapsed over yours, both of you, sweating and panting, as you laid there still connected. You ran your fingers through his dampened curls and pressed a kiss to the top of his hair.  

“I almost forgot,” He huffed, grinning down at you, “Happy belated birthday, love.”

Before you could offer a thank you, you could hear his stomach rumbling against yours. Naturally, you erupted into a fit of giggles. “Dinner in bed?” You smiled innocently at him.

With a fond expression, his eyes lazily darted about your face. “Dinner in bed, it is,” Harry said as he leaned down, pressing an extended peck against your lips. In the silence, it was your stomach that growled in return.

“I guess that’s my cue,” He muttered against your lips before chuckling and sliding out of you and out of the bed, not bothering to grab his boxers or anything else to cover him. As he exited the room, you sat up, pulling the sheets back as you climbed underneath them and sat with your knees pressed to your chest.

In the distance, you could hear Harry manning the microwave. For a moment, everything felt indescribably normal. And for a reason you couldn’t quite explain, it brought a smile to your face. You realized then, or maybe you always knew, that for the rest of your life you wouldn’t want to spend your birthday, belated or not,  any other way or with any other person.

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I Know I'm Not the Only One: Part Two

Note: Here's I'm Know I'm Not the Only One: Part One, Part Three Originally requested by anon. Part Two was requested by too many people to even count. I want to say thank you for that. Italics indicate a flashback. There’s use of strong language and brief, non-graphic sexual themes. Requests are closed. 

**I’m Not the Only One by Sam Smith

**I'm Know I'm Not the Only One: Part One (Part Three)

**heyy! Can you please write an imagine where you’re dating harry but he ends up cheating on you with your best friend please:) and can your other friend who is dating Niall knows about the whole thing but was conflicted on whose side to take! -sorry this is really long a detailed ahaa

“Harry, Harry stop!” But your begging was drowned out by the breathlessness of your laughter. Tears streamed down your face, pain struck your stomach and lower back from just how hard you’d been laughing. There was no escaping. Harry’s fully clothed body, in his five foot eleven inch glory, hovered over yours, practically pinning you to the shared bed as his long fingers strategically moved in the various places he knew you were the most ticklish. You squirmed, even shrieking occasionally, underneath him, wearing the lingerie you had picked out specifically for the special occasion of Harry returning home from tour, but he continued tickling you mercilessly.  

“Did you miss me?” He asked with an amused ring to his voice.

“Yes!” You shrieked, because you had been reduced to nothing put giggles to the point your face ached. That was all that he wanted to hear. With the simple admission, he let up, ending the playful assault, and you sighed with a few more giggles mixed in. It had been a direct result of you playing hard to get when he asked you the first time if you missed him, and while you did miss him more than anything in the world, you weren’t going to let him know that easily.  

Harry moved to where his mouth was hovering over yours, a little satisfied smirk on his handsome face. “Good,” He whispered, his lips just barely brushing against yours as he spoke. Your heart thumped in your chest, desperately wanting to kiss the lips you had longed for for god knows how long. Rather than capturing your mouth in a kiss, he leaned back and sat up in between your knees. You’d nearly forgotten just how beautiful he was. You’d seen pictures of him or you’d visit him frequently a thousand miles away through a little screen, but actually being in his presence, he was absolutely breathtaking.

And in the same retrospect, Harry looked down at you. He looked down at the girl he loved more than anything in the world, down at the perfection of a human he'd missed so desperately. God, how he missed you. He missed the sound of your voice and the feeling of your touch. He missed how you'd laugh so hard you would snort and become instantly embarrassed. He missed the little smirk your face held after you'd say something particularly snarky. He missed the late nights in the apartment, and how he'd bake things for you as you watched him move merrily around the kitchen. He missed the encouraging airy giggle that would fall from your parted lips whenever did it just right. He missed how you'd snuggle impossibly closer into him when you slept, and he missed watching you as you dreamt the night away, wondering how in the world he got so lucky. He missed it all while he was away, and being there with you was all too unreal.

Harry reached back, pulling the worn KISS shirt he was so fond of over his head and tossing it aside. You continued to lay back on the bed, shamelessly admiring the view as you let your hand palm up his torso as far as you could reach. Your eyes roamed his tattoo stained torso, and you bit down on your bottom lip as you suppressed your little excited smile. He noticed how you were looking, and as by a natural Harry default, playfully he winked at you making your grin grow uncontrollably wider.

"Take your pants off," You said, no longer wanting to waste anymore time.

He let out a laugh. "Getting straight to the point."  But he did as he was instructed. He undid his belt as swiftly as ever as he went on to pop open the button of his black jeans. He pulled them down his legs and kicked them down the rest of the way off. All the while his eyes remained on you. Harry started to lean back over you, but you stopped him. He started to question you, but you interrupted him. Confused, he looked down at you. You pushed him onto his back and climbed over him, straddling his lap.

You leaned down, your lips hovering over his. "I love you," You pressed your lips sweetly to his.

"Yeah, yeah I love you too." Harry said between kisses. His hands gently gripped your hips, but they eventually ghosted up the length of your back,causing you to smile against his mouth. And with that, he swiftly undid the clasp of your bra.

The world around slowly returned, your senses awakening. The noises became clearer, the sun shining through the window became more defined behind your eyelids. You snuggled closer into the pillow as you sighed lowly, your eyes fluttering open. Naturally, you rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand and sat up in the bed, raising your arms high above your head as your bones soothingly cracked from stretching. It was a new day, and you were in the state of nothing but the absolute bliss of waking up. When the burdens of life had not quite settled in, but all it took was a matter of time. Harry had cheated on you with your best friend, and Niall and his girlfriend all knew all the while but didn't think of you enough to tell you.

The events of the previous night came back to you. And just as before, your heart sank, but you were more confused than heartbroken. You were sitting in your bed, and had presumably been there all night, but you had no recollection of even going back into the apartment in the first place. You looked down at yourself, and what you were wearing was different from what you had on when you stormed out the night before. You were also alone, Harry's side of the bed appeared untouched. So you reached down to your phone, checking the time to see it was well past noon.

Still a little uneasy, you kicked back the duvet and swung your legs to the side of the bed. You didn't know if Harry was still home or not, and quite honestly you couldn't care less. You wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. You stood, your bare feet against the wooden floors as you drug yourself all the way to the bathroom.

When you opened the door, you were relieved to see that he wasn't there. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you came to stop in front of the mirror. There was a stranger staring back at you, one who looked worn, tired, and defeated. Unsure, you reached up to delicately touch the puffiness underneath your eyes,a clear result of the tears you shed. With a sigh, you ran a hand through your hair before turning on the faucet. You leaned down, cupping the water in your hands as you splashed it in your face. Not caring, you used your shirt to dry off. You looked at yourself a bit more. What were you going to do with yourself? There was no way in the world you were staying with Harry, both in the apartment the two of you shared nor as his girlfriend. But what was the plan? It wasn't like you could crash with your best friend for a couple of days until you got on your feet. You also didn't want to be a burden to your other friends. 

You thought back on when you found the lacy underwear in the laundry. You were now sure that they belonged to your best friend. You couldn't imagine kicking Harry out while you stayed in the apartment, knowing that it was once a loving home, but also knowing that Harry probably had sex with her in your bed. Why hadn't you seen it sooner? It all made sense now. It was the same day you found the thong, when you came home to find her sitting on the couch while Harry came out of the bedroom. She pretended to be excited to see you, even saying that 'I just got off from work, so stopped by. I guess I beat you home, so I figured I would hang around and wait for you.' You were almost willing to bet that it was her place that Harry went to when he stormed out that night.

You shut your eyes tight, not wanting to think about it anymore. You reached for your toothbrush and toothpaste and went through the motions of brushing your teeth methodically. All your focus went to the task, concentrating on each individual tooth just so you wouldn't think about Harry. After you spat into the sink, you turned off the water. You stood upright. With no real effort, you soothed out your bed head, tucking a few loose strands behind your ear. With that, you turned out if the bathroom, walked through the still empty bedroom, and headed straight for the door.

Once you opened it, you were immediately greeted by three of four people, people you were sure you never wanted to see again. Niall, his girlfriend, also affectionately known as Aussie, and Harry, all turned to look at you, their hushed conversation coming to a stop altogether. You froze, not knowing what to do exactly. Something within you had changed. You no longer felt the overwhelming need to cry. Instead, the sight of them enraged you. They had betrayed you, all of them, and somewhere along the way you decided not a single tear would be wasted in their honor. Deciding you wanted no part in their conversation, you turned back around, ready to disappear into your bedroom.

Aussie called out your name. "Please stop, we want to talk to you," She sounded so sad. So you stopped, and turned back towards them. If they wanted to do this then fine, you thought to yourself. You had a few questions of your own anyway.

"How did I get back home and into bed?" You addressed Harry for the first time, completely ignoring Aussie.

He sighed, running a hand through his growing hair. "I got dressed and I started calling you, and you weren't picking up, so I headed down to the garage. I saw your car was still here, so I figured you were here somewhere. I took the stairs because there was a line at the elevator, and that's where found you sleeping. I couldn't just leave you there. I picked you up and brought you back here," His voice got quieter and quieter, to the point his last statement was barely above a whisper.

It made sense, but it made you feel sick. Even in the wake of all that occurred, Harry,though you wanted nothing to do with him, still managed to show just how much he loved you, that he would protect you at all cost. In different circumstances, the idea of Harry carrying your sleeping body into the apartment would’ve made you smile. It was familiar, because it was a regular habit before your relationship turned south. You remembered how he would nuzzle your hair and place sweet kisses on top of your head as he whispered loving things to you.

In total disregard, you looked back to Aussie and Niall without saying another word to Harry. "Why are you guys here?" It rolled harshly from your tongue.

"To check on you," Niall said honestly. The idea made you laugh. They definitely cared about you alright, enough for all of them to lie to you for god knows how long. To see you and smile, to go on as if nothing was wrong at all. As far as you were concerned, they were just as guilty as Harry was.

In response, you scoffed in disbelief, "Get out." You pointed behind them towards the front door of the apartment.

"I asked them to come," Harry spoke up.

You glanced at him from the side before completely staring blankly at him. "I definitely don't want to hear shit from you right now," You said coldly. His green, sad eyes held yours until  he was no longer able to maintain your gaze.

"I wanted to tell you, believe me I did," Niall’s girlfriend piped in.

You shook your head, "I thought you were my friend, Aussie." Your voice had finally softened some.

"I am your friend,” She pleaded. “I just- how are you supposed to tell someone, especially your friend, that her significant other is cheating on her with her best friend. I didn’t know what to do.”

“So you guys telling me was going to hurt a lot more than having to find out that people I considered my friends knew that my boyfriend was cheating on me and continued to cheat on me? Well let me tell you, it hurts far worse.” Your voice wavered slightly, but you refused to cry, especially in front of them.

Silence fell over the room. What was supposed to be said in a situation such as so? It was an answer you didn’t have. Niall stood with his arm wrapped around Aussie, and it sent of pang of sadness through you. She was visibly upset by her actions, and like the amazing boyfriend that he was, it was Niall’s way of comforting her. But where was your comfort? The only person capable of soothing you was the same one who brought on the heartache. You looked over at him, and in that moment, it hurt. Who was he? There was one thing you knew for sure, and it was that you didn’t recognize Harry in your presence. In the near year and a half that the two of you had been together, it was like you were seeing him for the first time. This wasn’t Harry. This wasn’t the one you met so long ago, the one who became so shy in front of you to the point he made a fool of himself. The one who asked for your permission to plant the first kiss. The one you learned all of his habits and loved every single one. You didn’t know who he had become.

Harry said your name, but you barely heard him. “I cannot begin to tell you just how sorry I am,” He started, and you didn’t know if your heart could take it. “I know what I did is unforgivable and there’s no way of justifying it, but I need you to hear me when I say that I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I don’t know why I did it, but I regret it so much. I really do. You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. You’re beautiful inside and out, and you’re so funny and patient and loving, and I could go on forever and ever,” As he talked, Harry started walking closer and closer to you. And with each word, your bottom lip quivered, and the tears streamed down your face with ease.

He came to a stop in front of you. You felt more or less intimidated by his height, but you kept your eyes on him. “It’ll take time, but is there any way you can forgive me, poppet?” It was a term of endearment that he would call you, one that you hadn’t heard in months. It stunned you as you stared at him in disbelief, your mouth hanging open slightly. Harry lifted his hand, preparing to wipe your face.

It was once such a loving move that had been tainted with his infidelity. Feeling angry again, you slapped Harry across the face before he could lay a loving hand on you. Your action startled him as he held his cheek. His eyes darted between yours. “I deserved that,” He said quietly.

You nodded slowly, “Damn right you did.” You stepped around him and walked farther into the room. You tucked your hair behind your ear, but your footsteps halted altogether when you heard the light tap of knocking at the door. All eyes in the room turned to you before Aussie turned to the front door. Hesitantly, she wrapped her fingers around the doorknob and pulled it open. And there she was. Your best friend stood just on the other side. Something inside of you snapped.

Before you knew it, you were running towards her. You were filled with the sudden urge to hurt her, because you wanted her to feel the pain you felt. She stepped back as you swung at her, your fist not quite reaching her as someone wrapped their arms around your waist and picked you up slightly, pulling you back.

“You bitch!” You screamed at her as you continued to swing and kick. “Let me go!” You thrashed, clawing at arms of the person restraining you. Niall called your name, trying to calm you, tightening his grasp on you. Wildly, you accidentally kicked him in the knee, the one he had surgery on. As a result, he dropped you immediately. You hit the ground, but you quickly recovered as you lunged forward at her. Your fingers just barely grasped your best friend’s shirt when someone else pulled you back. This time you knew for a fact it was Harry. He held you tight, not letting up as you still tried to get to your best friend. Originally, he started out by calling your name over you screaming ‘let me go’, but he resorted to speaking lowly and calmly, almost lovingly in your ear. And he kept you there until you tired yourself out. Feeling defeated, you slowly collapsed to the wooden floor and Harry came down with you.

You sat there in his arms as you came back to your senses. Horrified, you started sobbing. You buried your face in your hands, the waves of emotion physically wracking your body. Once again, they managed to break you. Harry continued rocking you back and forth, his fingers running through your hair. It went on until your crying subsided some. ”Are you going to attack her?” His voice was gentle.

You sniffled. ”No,” Your said honestly hiccuping a little. You wiped your face with your hands before scrambling to your feet. You sighed as a dull pain throbbed in your temple. You swallowed hard at the lump in your throat as you looked at them all individually. Your best friend. Niall. Aussie. Harry.

Wordlessly, with your arms wrapped around yourself and your eyes on the ground, you decided you were done with the situation for your own well being as you headed back for the bedroom so that you could lock yourself away.

For the millionth time that day, it felt like someone was calling your name, and this time it was your best friend. You paused, not bothering to turn around just yet.

“I’m so, so sorry,” She started, but you interrupted her before she could go on.

“You know, I’m really tired of hearing that word,” You turned around facing her. “Sorry. What does it even mean? Is that supposed to make me feel better? Is ‘sorry’ somehow supposed to lessen the shittiness  of what you, my best friend, did with Harry, my boyfriend, someone you knew for a fact I was willing to spend the rest of my life with. Is your sorry supposed to make that okay?” You asked tiredly. When she didn't respond, you continued on. “How long have you been sleeping with him?”

The question caught her off guard. She looked over at Harry before looking back at you, and it was the equivalence to being stabbed in the heart. “I-uh. about two months or so.”  She answered.

“Just once, did either of you think of me?” You asked. “Forget it, I don’t want to know the answer to that. Just, can you both please do me a favor and leave me alone and go to hell.” Before anything else could be said, you opened the bedroom door and slammed it shut behind you, locking it once you were securely inside and alone. 

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Hours had passed since anyone had disturbed you. It took time, but you were finally starting to feel better in some sense of the word. Rather than feeling sorry for yourself, you were busily searching the Internet. You didn't know how much longer you could stay in the apartment. It was draining the life out of you, and you knew that if you stayed, you wouldn't survive. So you made a decision. You checked your savings account first to see just how much you saved up, and you built from there.

The door creaked open. Your eyes flicked up over your laptop screen to see Harry and then back down. Things felt awkward. He didn't know how to approach you, and honestly you didn't want to be approached.

“Hey,” He said almost uncertainly. Somewhat annoyed, you looked back up at him again. “What are you up to?”

You hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was the right way to tell him, and then you remembered just how you found yourself in the situation. “As of yesterday, you are my ex-boyfriend, and if all goes accordingly, I’ll have my own place by the end of the week.” You stated, your tone matter of fact. 

“Please-”

“No, Harry,” You started, even chuckling a little. “You brought this upon yourself. And you know what, I’m going to be okay without you, Harry Styles, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

And oddly enough, it felt good to hear the words aloud. It was the first and only thing to bring you comfort, because you believed in your heart that it was true, and little did you know that it would be.  

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I Know I'm Not the Only One

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**I'm Not the Only One by Sam Smith

**I Know I'm Not the Only One: Part 2 (Part 3)

**heyy! Can you please write an imagine where you're dating harry but he ends up cheating on you with your best friend please:) and can your other friend who is dating Niall knows about the whole thing but was conflicted on whose side to take! -sorry this is really long a detailed ahaa

You never intended to be that girlfriend.

You trusted Harry, you always had. Honestly, the choice was never yours for the taking, but you knew,from the moment the two of you became serious, what his life would entitle. Long nights, even longer tours, months apart without even being on the same continent, and girls, girls who would do everything in their power to get him to notice them, to tempt him. But you knew you never had anything to worry about. You loved Harry, and you trusted Harry, because you'd never found a reason not to, but slowly you were noticing that things were beginning to change in way it was starting to scare you.

You weren't quite sure when it started. You just knew that things felt different, but you kept your concerns generally to yourself, thinking that maybe, hopefully it was all in your head, yet the signs were visibly there. You kept it private, with the exception of your best friend and Niall's girlfriend, two people you were sure you could tell anything to in confidence. They offered a listening ear and kind advice, which often times put you at ease, but there was just too much to turn a blind eye to. His touch, the way he smiled at you, the tenderness in his voice, the vibrancy his presence had to offer- they were all different. Making love felt more like a chore, and the cuddles that usually followed was replaced by Harry immediately slipping wordlessly out of bed to do whatever. He became more secretive, always keeping his phone by his side in a way he'd never done before. And every now and then whenever he'd get a call, he would light up with excitement. When you'd ask who it was, a fight would ensue every time as he stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. With time, it got worse. The two of you would have to tiptoe around each other, watching what was said, because one wrong move would ignite a fight, each one more explosive than the last. The bed you shared with him saw less of him as his nights were spent on the couch. And as much as it broke your heart, the thought of leaving crossed your mind more often than not, but something would always happen to reel you back in. You'd see a spark of the old Harry, the one you had fallen so unapologetically in love with. He'd crack one of his stupid jokes that you loved. He would give you that smile, the one that never failed to melt away the tension. He would drown you in unexplained affection, making you think that things would be okay, that maybe it was just a rough patch because every couple had one. Then out of nowhere the two of you would fall once again into old, new habits, speaking only when necessary, spending nights apart though you were under the same roof. Sadly, it was a cycle that no longer surprised you.

But there was one day in particular that the idea of him being unfaithful came to you. The cheating suspicions rose when you were folding clothes in the apartment, and found a lacy thong you were almost certain didn't belong to you. You told yourself that it was okay, that as much as you didn't want to, you decided you would just talk to Harry before assuming the worst. And as you expected, it didn't go over well. Though his tone was far from loving, he convinced you that the undergarment was yours, saying that they were a pair he brought for you. And reluctantly, you believed him, yet the matter was far from resolved, because that was first night Harry left through the door and didn't come back until the following morning. From there, the tension steadily built for months, and with the new tour just around the corner, you didn't know if your sanity could withstand it.

"I'm so glad you and Niall are in town," You sat splayed out on the couch with the phone wedged between your ear and shoulder. Your hand dug lazily into the little bowl of your favorite snack, which was resting on your stomach. Your best friend hummed in agreement on the line at the statement you made. You'd been on a three way call with her and Niall's girlfriend for at least 30 minutes, something that happened frequently, whether it is just for girl talk or to discuss a new, pressing concern about Harry.

"Happy to be in town, babe. I can't wait to finally see you guys tomorrow," Niall's girlfriend said, barely containing her excitement in her thick Australian accent. You hadn't known her for very long, but the two of you clicked automatically. You were the one who introduced her to The Girlfriends, as you, Eleanor, Sophia, and Perrie jokingly called yourselves, and that’s where she affectionately earned the nickname Aussie.

"You two are so sappy, it's making me sick." Your best friend giggled.

All of you joined in. It felt good, for a change, just to know you always had them at the end of the day. You sighed contently, "You guys might as well come over so we can have a girl's night. I have the apartment to myself since Harry and Ni is out doing whatever it is that boys do."

And while your best friend laughed in agreement, Aussie fell silent for a moment before speaking. "Um...Ni's here at the hotel with me...without Harry. Niall's been here all night."

Silence took over and your heart sunk. You and Harry were in a good place, at least so you thought.  "But he told me..." You started once you found your voice, but your words fell short as the front door creaked open. You didn't have to look to know it was Harry. The simple sound of his footfalls moving across the wooden floors gave him away.

"Hey," You leaned up slightly, asking him as he walked in. "How's Ni doing?"

He stopped right at the back of the couch. With a lovingly grin on his face, he leaned over the side. "He's good," Harry pressed a kiss to your lips.

"Good, I'm glad," You lied with a smile once he pulled away.

Fondly, his green eyes darted about your face. "I'm going to go get in the shower, okay?" And you replied with your own okay as he pressed another kiss to your lips before turning away and disappearing into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

You sighed. "He lied," you said into the phone, defeated.

Collectively, Niall's girlfriend and your best friend gave their sincere apologies. You kept telling them that it was okay, even though it wasn’t. You knew that he had a habit of being sneaky, and you figured there were times when he didn’t necessarily tell you the truth, but never before had you caught him in a downright lie.

"Hey, I'm going to call you back, my take out is here," Your best friend said out of the blue. The three of you said your goodbyes, and in due time, you were left alone on the line with Aussie. Silence lingered on, and her light breathing was the only indication that she was still there.

"Are you okay, babe?" She asked, her accented voice was gentle.

You sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just, I know-" in the background, Harry's phone rang. The sound had become so foreign to you to the point the noise startled you. Then it hit you. He was away from his phone. For a fraction of a second, you teetered on the moral line of whether or not to snoop. Under any other circumstances, you would have frowned upon the idea, but it was almost too good to be true. It had been weeks since he’d left his phone just out in open. “He left his phone, and it’s ringing.” You whispered.

Before Niall’s girlfriend could talk you out of it, you hopped up from your place on the sofa, nearly knocking over your bowl of snacks. Quickly and quietly, you made your way over to the kitchen counter. Your heart raced with anticipation, your hands slightly trembling as you reached for his cell, but as soon as you came into contact with it and picked it up, the ringing ceased.

“Dammit,” You cursed to yourself while holding Harry’s phone in hand. Frustrated, you tucked your hair behind your ear. Just when you started to put it back down, the screen lit up, a banner popped up showing a missed call and a voicemail from your best friend. You couldn’t help but to laugh a little yourself. Like the true friend she was, she had probably called him to tell him off for hurting you. It did warm your heart, though, because you and your best friend had been through so much together, and it felt good to know that she had your back even in this.  Harry had put you through a lot, sure, but he didn’t deserve to be chewed out, at least not yet anyways. But still, you figured you could use a good laugh before you deleted the message so that Harry wouldn't hear it. With an amused little grin on your face, you keyed in Harry’s passcode: 2194. You went directly to his voicemail, clicking on the most recent one. You bit down on your bottom lip, forcing back the smile and giggles coming from you.

Carefully, you listened as your best friend’s voice sure enough came from the message, but absolutely nothing could’ve prepared you for what you heard next:

“Harry? Harry?? I need you to pick up. She knows that you weren’t with Niall tonight. She doesn’t know that you were here with me , but I’m pretty sure she thinks you were with someone else because she knows you’re cheating, and I need you to cover your tracks.  She’s not stupid, Harry. She’s going to find out that we’ve been sleeping together, and she’s going to find out soon. But she can’t find out, we can’t let her. Just- please call me back as soon as you get this.”

It was as though the entire world had stopped turning. There was only nothingness, but that same nothingness was quickly replaced by a ringing in your ears, overwhelming enough to disorient you. This wasn’t happening, you thought to yourself. You had heard it all with your own two ears and yet you couldn’t convince yourself that it was actually, completely real. And then suddenly, all at once, everything returned. The sounds around you were deafening, and the phone became too heavy to grasp. With ease, it slipped out of your hand and hit the wooden floors with a thud. You remained in place, your chest heaving, because you suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

It was her all along. It was your best friend, the one you’d shared everything with. The one you’d call crying because of something Harry did or didn’t do. The one who gave you advice and told you that everything would be okay, because you were strong. And you  believed her.  Every encouraging word, every lie she told, because outside of your family and Harry, prior to recently, she was the one person you were willing to bet your life that she would have your back, but as you found out, you were so terribly wrong.

You didn’t know exactly when you started sobbing, but you were. One hand covered your mouth as you wrapped one arm around yourself. Your eyes were shut tight, but that didn’t stop the tears that streamed down your face, your shoulders involuntarily moving up and down as you cried harder and harder with every passing moment.

You didn't hear Harry entering into the room. He called your name, and you felt sick. He called it again, this time much softer and filled with concern. You forced your eyes open to look at him. And he stood there, his wet hair pulled back in a bun. The white towel hung loosely around his waist, his body still slightly glistening from the shower. “What’s the matter?” If there was one thing Harry hated, it was seeing you cry.

But you couldn’t find the words to speak to him. Every time something remotely intelligent formulated on your tongue, you found that it’d be overpowered by the sobs you were trying so desperately to hold back. When you failed to say something, his eyes fell from you, down to his cell phone on the ground and back up again. Somewhere in his mind he pieced it together, and you watched the color physically drain from him as he went pale.

He started walking towards you slowly, cautiously, “I can explain.”

“My best friend, really?” It was the first thing you had managed to get out. You sniffled, “You know, I figured there was someone else, but my best friend,” You emphasized a second time. You covered your face with both of your hands. “I can’t believe this,” You said mostly to yourself. Your bottom lip trembled and the wave of emotion washed over you again.  

You could hear him coming closer to you, but you quickly removed your hands from your face just to see exactly what he was doing. Harry reached a hand for you, but you stepped back from his grasp. “Don’t.” You warned, shaking your head no, yet he proceeded anyway.

“I need you to listen to me,” He pleaded. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to feel, or even what to say. He messed up, big time, and he knew there was no way to come back from that. When it happened the first time, he vowed that it’d never happen again, but it did. And then again, and again. Soon enough, he was having a full blown affair with someone he knew for a fact meant the world to you. But the fights, they were never about you. He loved you so much, but he hurt you in the most unforgivable way. Harry needed you to hate him, so that’s why he changed into a person he never dreamt of being. Selfishly, he couldn’t bring himself to end things with you. Days turned into weeks turned into a few lowly months, and yet you remained so loving by his side despite of everything, but he finally got what he wanted. You hated him. He knew it now. He could see it in the look in your eyes, and it only had taken a matter of minutes.

He went on to wrap his long arms around you, and what used to be so comforting felt all wrong. It made you feel  as if you were suffocating. In protest, you started beating on his chest with balled, harmless fist, pushing him away while you continued to cry. “Don’t fucking touch me,” You shoved him harder, causing him to stumble back a bit.

The two of you stared at each other from across the room. You always imagined what this moment would be like, if you had actually found out if Harry was cheating on you or not, but this was far more painful than your mind could have fathomed. You never considered the hollow feeling in your chest or just how fast your emotions would shift from heartbreak to bitter rage and back again. Suddenly, you felt the strong urge to get out of the apartment.

Without saying a word, you walked past him, grabbing your car keys. He made no effort to stop you as you preceded onward, stopping at the couch to retrieve your cell phone. You headed straight for the door, wrapping your fingers around the knob.

“Wait,” He called after you, and instantly you stopped. Slowly, you turned around, your arms crossed as you turned to face him. He looked pitiful, as if he too was on the verge of tears. And you couldn’t help but to take offense.  “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Go fuck yourself, Harry,” It was the last thing you said before leaving out of the door, slamming it shut behind you.

You let your feet lead you, because your mind was too far gone. Quickly, you paced down the long, empty corridor. Rather than taking the elevator as usual, you headed straight for the stairs and pulled back the heavy door at its entrance. It was safe that way, because it hid you from potentially running into any of your neighbors. They didn’t need to see you in the state you were in. But it was on the stairs where you quickened strides had lost its speed. Each step you took was slow and thoughtful. Take a breath, count to ten, you told yourself. Once you figured you were calm enough, you dialed up Niall’s girlfriend. Each ring sounded a thousand miles away.

“Hello? Is everything alright?” Aussie rushed her words, desperately wanting to know what had happened.

You sighed, offering a little delusional chuckle. “Um...not exactly, no.” You thought about how to phrase what you were about to say next, “I found out that Harry’s been sleeping with my best friend for god knows how long.”

Once again, you were met with silence, but it was okay, because you understood that it was a lot to take in. In a voice that resembled regret, she finally responded, ”Babe, I’m so sorry you had to find out this way.” Her choice in words struck you. Find out this way. You leaned against the wall, running your hand through your hair.

“Find out this way? What do you m-” And then it hit you, “you knew, didn’t you?” You were almost certain you didn’t want to know the answer to your question.

“Yes,” She immediately tried explaining herself, how she felt so conflicted, but you weren’t hearing what it was that she was saying.

“Did Niall know?” You interrupted her. She hesitated again. “Yes,” Her voice was soft. That was all you needed to know.

Without saying goodbye, you hung up the phone. Your legs trembled slightly beneath, no longer capable of withstanding the weight of the situation. They had won, all of them. You were completely broken, and it was at the hands of people you loved and you thought loved you in return. The thought alone made you weak, as you slid down the wall, crumbling down onto a single stair with your hand covering your mouth. Tears filled your eyes anew, and surely enough you were weeping once more, all alone on an abandoned stairwell. This was heartache, and you realized that you’d have no one there to help you pick up the pieces.

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Lumiere, Darling.

Note: Requested by anon. Requests are open!!

**can you do an imagine where Harry is your first boyfriend plus you are waiting until marriage so you feel really down because you feel too innocent for him.

**Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran

**Outfit 1, Outfit 2

You could spend all of eternity in days such as so, where the sun held high in the sky and clouds were scarce, yet somehow the intense heat that usually followed had yet to appear. You'd met your best friend at a cute little cafe you'd been dying to try, hoping to catch a late lunch since all of your time as of late had been wrapped up in Harry. Harry. It baffled you, still, that you'd finally found someone actually worth your time, which was a sacred to you. It was all new and exciting. You had your first real boyfriend, someone you knew you could count on and knew would always be there for you. Just so happen that person was Harry Styles, and he was the best first boyfriend a girl could ever ask for.

"So do you think tonight's the night?" She asked.

You choked a little on the drink you were taking a sip of. You looked at your friend accusingly, who, in return, looked completely unfazed. The two of you shared a little table on the cafe's patio, the light wind whipping through your hair. It had become safe to sit outside once the paparazzi realized Harry was no where in sight, ultimately causing them to leave.

"The night for what exactly?" You finally recovered, though you were well aware of her reference.

She smiled at you knowingly. "You know," she started, "doing it, making whoopie, shagging, mattress dancing, taking a roll in the hay, getting lucky, a little hanky panky, bump and grind, a midnight jockey ride, roasting the broomstick. Dare I say more?"

You frowned a little. What the hell did roasting the broomstick even mean, better yet, who even said it. "No, okay, you said enough, trust me. Oh, and no, I don't- we're not-Tonight isn't the night," you stammered as you tucked your hair behind your ear. "We're not even seeing each other tonight," you were sure to add.

She sat back, seeming a little disappointed by the juicy details she would not be receiving. Silence fell over the little table, but you waited, knowing that there were more questions coming your way. "You and Harry have been dating for a while, I just assumed it would've happened by now."

It. That 'it' was one you'd pushed far from the forefront of your mind for as long as possible. You toyed with your food, pushing it around the plate as you shrugged. "I don't know, I just prefer to wait until marriage is all."

"Does he know that?" She asked rather quickly.

It caught you off guard. Did Harry know? The topic had never really come up before, and he had never attempted to take you there. But did he know? Would he know to stop if things started to turn in that way? Would you be able to stop yourself if they did? You shook your head, "No." You said quietly.

"You might want to tell him, you know some guys are weird about that sort of thing, especially considering who he is. Girls will always be all over him," she stated, her voice matter of fact.

She was right, you knew she was right. And honestly, it hurt to hear the truth thrown about so unabashedly. Things were going great for you and Harry, but tour was starting soon. That also meant girls who'd eagerly throw themselves at him in different cities on different nights. The more you thought about it, the more you realized you and your celibacy didn't stand a chance. How could it? You trusted him wholeheartedly, but you knew temptation was a vicious thing. You had no intention giving him sex, but you knew that someone would. "Well sorry we all can't be the Samantha Joneses of the world." You chuckled, hiding what you were thinking.

"What can I say," she raised her glass to her lips as she smiled. "I just like to keep my options open."

You sat on your couch, one leg pulled up to your chest. Your tongue poked slightly out of your mouth in concentration, no matter how hard you tried to break the habit, as you carefully painted your toenails. Quietly, you hummed along to the song playing throughout your apartment. It was a typical night for you. The little buzz of your phone vibrating against the couch caught your attention. In haste, you put the little brush back on the polish. Very carefully, you spread your fingers somewhat awkwardly as you picked up your phone,pressed accept, and wedged it between your ear and shoulder.

"Hello?"

"Hello!" Harry's voice rang on the other side of the phone. Naturally, a smile illuminated your face, the way it seemed to always do whenever Harry was involved.

"Hey you," you stretched out your legs into a more natural sitting position. "What's up?"

"Nothing much, what are you up to?"

You looked down at your hand and held it out in front of you. "Just sitting on the sofa, painting my nails. Nothing to glamorous. Why?" Just then there was a knock at the door. You looked over in the general direction of the noise. "Hold that thought, someone's here." You shimmied the phone off of your shoulder, allowing it to plop down on the sofa. You then rose to your feet and made your way over to the front door of your apartment. With some complication, you opened it.

On the other side was Harry, innocently holding up a take out bag from your favorite restaurant, his phone still in his other hand. A fond, excited smile spread across your face. "What are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood, figured I'd stop by." He shrugged nonchalantly.

You stepped aside, allowing him into your apartment. "Right, in the neighborhood. And conveniently with food." You shut and locked the door behind him. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying in vain to stop your smile from growing impossibly wider before turning around and joining Harry.

He'd placed the food on the little table just in front of your couch, but he was no where to be found. The jangling of metal utensils and the slamming of drawers suggested he was in the kitchen. You made your way over and sat back down in your spot from earlier. "I've already got a bottle of wine started if you want to grab a glass." You called out.

"I've got it," he resurfaced into your living room and plopped down beside you. You watched, admiring him as he opened the bag of food. His growing, brunette curls brushed over his shoulder. His muscles in his arms involuntarily flexed with his movements. He's so beautiful, you thought to yourself.

He finally looked up at you, a slow grin settling on his face. "What?" He asked as he handed you your food.

You shook your head, "Nothing." You said simply as you redirected your attention to the container. Carefully, you tried to open it without messing up your nails, but your attempts weren't very efficient.

"Let me do it," Harry offered as he took it from you and opened it with ease. You waited, thinking he'd return the container, but he didn't. Instead, he grabbed one of the forks, scooped some food up on it.

"Harry," you started, but he interrupted you.

"I don't want you to mess your nails up," He held it up closer to your face. Playfully, you rolled your eyes, but you greatly appreciated his sweet notion. You leaned forward, opening your mouth. Harry shifted the fork to the left at the last second, purposely missing your mouth. You let out a little noise of offense while he laughed besides himself.

"Harry!" You whined, but it inevitably turned into laughter.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry." He continued chuckling. He brought the fork back up. Foolishly, you opened your mouth again. "Open wide for the choo choo train. Chugga, chugga choo-" he started laughing wholeheartedly once more, not being able to finish the phrase. You snatched the fork away from him and fed yourself.

"I hate you," You said after swallowing. He handed you the container still clearly amused with himself.

"I love you too," He leaned over, planting a kiss against the side of your head. "How was your day?" Harry went on to open his own box of food.

"Good, I had lunch with my best friend."

"Yeah, how'd that go?" He asked after swallowing his own food.

You paused. Her words played in your mind. So do you think tonight's the night? Harry wasn't even supposed to be there, yet there he was in your apartment. The same feeling of dread you felt at lunch seemed to resurface.

"Uh, yeah." You said as you cleared your throat, pushing your thoughts aside. "It went well. She complained about her boyfriend, I complained about you. The usual." You teased him. You reached forward for you glass of wine and took a sip, savoring the red, sweet liquid.

Harry’s eyes followed you, expectantly. “Do I get to hear your grievances?”

You shook your head. “Nope, not a chance.” You smiled cheekily at him. 

The rest of dinner passed on and it was perfect. The two of you talked about just about any and everything at once, laughing all the while you both ate your meals. And you couldn’t help but think how real this all felt. Sure, going out to five star restaurants and attending events with him was fun, but this, this was nice. You got to have Harry all to yourself and to see just who he really was. He was sweet and loving, just like the way he was portrayed to be. And you learned for yourself that he was the most genuine person you were sure you'd ever meet. Words could not comprehend the amount of love you felt towards the boy with gentle green eyes and a gentle smile and even gentler heart.

Once the two of you were done completely, you gathered the empty containers and forks, and you removed yourself from the sofa. You knew your nails were dry by now, but you were still careful in your pursuit to the kitchen. You switched on the little light and began to discard things to their proper place. Harry moved nearly silently behind you, bringing the two glasses and the empty wine bottle along with him. You could hear the little clink of items being put on the counter, but it was quickly followed by silence. You turned to see what he was doing, but all you saw was him dancing ridiculously towards you. You started to question him, but your words failed as he moved in closer, initially trapping you from behind between the kitchen counter and his body. His hands settled on the counter on either side of your body. You turned around to face him, and his face, it was mere inches from yours. You looked up at him, smiling. He leaned in a little closer.

“Nice shirt,” Harry murmured, his lips hovering over yours.

“You’re the actual worst,” You whispered as he captured your mouth in a kiss. It was sweet, with a faint hint of the taste of red wine. You brought your arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He sighed contently as his lips continued to move against yours. You melted into him, allowing your fingers to tangle in his growing hair and scrap gently against the back of his neck. Tired of leaning down, he pushed aside whatever was on the counter and pulled you up until you were sitting on top of it, matching his height. You smiled slightly against his lips at his sudden action. Your noses bumped softly against each others as your mouths moved in sync. He stood in between your legs, and though it felt a little risky to you, you liked it, almost as much as you liked the way he was gripping your waist. He ended the kiss, the one that left you breathless. What you weren’t expecting was to feel his soft lips against your neck. You gasped at little at the new found sensation of Harry pressing kisses there, allowing them to linger against your skin, your heart immediately beating harsher in your chest. And it was all happening so fast. Harry’s large hands slipped up your shirt, his palm slowly sliding up your bareback. His mere touch, it felt so good, but you were panicking. In that moment, you were teetering on a delicate line between giving into Harry right then and there, or holding true to your values.

“Harry,” You voice pleading, “Harry, stop.”

He halted immediately. “What’s the matter?” He leaned back to look at your face and removed his hands from you as he pushed his hair back and out of his face, all the while his voice was dripping with concern. His loving green eyes darted about your face, searching for any signs.

You opened your mouth to speak, but you were too much in a state that resembled shock, so you swiftly closed it. You swallowed before finally speaking, “I can’t do this.” You dropped your arms from around his neck.

He looked at you, slightly confused, but realization settle over his features. “It’s fine, we don’t have to.” He reassured you.

You shook your head, “I mean, I don’t- I don’t want to. Not until I’m married.” When you were met with silence, you felt a pang of regret. You buried your face in your hands, your speech muffled. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry, are you mad?”

"Wha-no. Of course not, no." Harry sweetly removed your hands away from your face, forcing you to look at him.  “It’s perfectly okay that you want to wait till marriage, and as long as you allow me to be yours, I’m perfectly okay with waiting.”

It was better than whatever response you were expecting. Overcome with gratitude, you planted a quick kiss against his lips and pulled him into a tight hug. “ I love you, you know that?” You whispered. ”You’re so perfect. Thank you.”

“I know,” He hummed softly in your ear, “ I love you too.”  Harry pulled away slightly, yet he still held you in his arms. “So…” He started. “Me and you, Vegas tomorrow, I hear they’ve got nice little wedding chapels there.” He smirked.

You pushed him away from you, laughing. “Get away from me,” You slid down off of the kitchen counter, and Harry joined in on the laughter. He had you trapped once again in the original position, your body trapped between his and the counter.

"You love it," He smiled, leaning in to give you another kiss.

You ducked under his long arms and escaped, narrowly dodging his lips, "Unfortunately." You called back as you returned to the sofa with an amused Harry following behind you.

[anotherblackharrie]

You're My Favorite Kind of Night

Notes: Contains sexual themes. This was requested by anon. Request are open!! 

**hii beauties. May i request a harry oneshot? x maybe something like you've been friends before 1D happened and after a long time of no seeing eachother you meet at a party or something and smut happenes? but then he admitts he doesnt want it to be just one night stand? omg sorry it's so long, i'm listening to earned it by the weekend and it kinda inspired me. Kisses! Xx

**Earned It by The Weekend 

**Outfit 

They all patted him on the back, hugging him upon his entrance. It’d been quite some time since they’d last seen him, and to say the least, they couldn't have been more excited to have him there, even if it was just for a little while. And Harry could be any happier. This was home. It’d been four years since he’d last attended the little parties they’d throw. Back then they were 16, 17, trying to figure things out and find their place in the world. Now they were 20, 21, adults now, dealing with the world in a completely different way. At the end of the day, these were the people he knew he could rely on, because they were his true friends. They were the ones who’d been there through it all, even before he’d gone onto X Factor and later One Direction. It was a change from the usual, extravagant events he was used to. It was just a house, filled with people he missed and loved. No flashing lights, no red carpets. It was good for a change. But he did notice that one person was notably absent. He caught up with various different people, but it didn't stop him from glancing around the party, hoping that you had managed to sneak in when he wasn't paying attention.

"She’s going to freak when she sees you," Alice whispered, walking past him so he couldn't have the chance to respond. It didn't matter anyway. His words, which remained unsaid and lingering on his tongue, turned into a gentle smile as he brought the cup he was holding up to his lips.

You hated running late. It had a lot to do with the added unnecessary attention that came with not arriving on time, or the awkward, half sincere apologizes that accompanied the arrival. Regardless, your car slid to a gradual stop a few houses down from your actual location due to the row of cars that already lined the street in front of the house. You sat there for a moment, gathering yourself. You grabbed your phone, texting a friend, telling them you were there. You threw off your seat-belt and got out of the vehicle, slamming the door shut behind you. You tucked your hair behind your ear as you made your way up the little walkway towards the front door. With each step, you could hear the music blaring through the house. You rang the doorbell, waiting back. Seconds ticked by and nothing happened. Your raised your fist, preparing to knock when the door creaked open.

"Look who decided to show up," Alice Fagan leaned against the frame and smiled at you.

You rolled your eyes jokingly and dramatically, “Sorry.” You ducked under her arm and entered in. The other girl shut and locked the front door while you waited for her. When she did turn around, she had the biggest smile on her face.

Naturally, you squinted at her as the two of you walked. “What are you smiling about?”

"Oh, nothing." She shrugged.

You wondered why she was being weird, but you didn't pay her much mind. You were just in desperate need for a drink. “Oh, nothing,” you mocked her, “I’m sure.” You turned into the open area where the party was mostly taking place. People stood around talking, some dancing, almost all of them held cups in their hands filled with God knows what. You smiled a little. They were your family, the one you’d chosen for yourself when you needed to escape from your actual family. These were the people you’d grown up with, experienced life with, and it was one of those special times of the year when everyone returned home. But even after four years,there was one person missing from it all, and it still felt a little disheartening not having him there.

One of your friends looked up and over at you, an amused smile immediately lighting up his face. “Better late than never, right?” He teased.

"You’re lucky I even showed up," You recanted. The friend put his hands up in defense, making you laugh. But what you said was true, for whatever reason, you weren't necessarily feeling up to it, and you almost stayed home. Running late made it just that much worse, but standing amongst them, you were glad to be there.

You looked back towards Alice, who was once standing behind you, but now she was gone. You stepped forward into the party, greeting your friends.

"What’s going on here?" A strangely familiar voice came from behind you, but your immediate thought was that it was too good to be true.

You turned around and froze. And there he was, a man of the boy you once knew. “Oh my God,” you gasped. Your heart beat harshly in your chest as your hand fled to cover your mouth. A mix of giggles and overwhelmingly happy tears escaped you. You turned away from him, only to look back at Harry and cry harder. He stepped forward towards you, arms outstretched. You met him halfway, hugging him as if your life depended on it. And he held you to him, just as close. You leaned back in his arms to look at your best friend. Of course you’d seen him on TV, but standing right before you, he looked so different, so grown up. Over the years, you’d grown accustomed to only communicating with him via phone, but nothing compared to seeing him face to face. The other party goers laughed and applauded at the surprise they apparently were all in on.

"Look at you, look at your hair!" You chimed, wiping the tears away from your face, "What are doing here?"

He let his arms fall to his side and shrugged. “I had free time, so I figured why not come home.”

You stared up at him in awe, hardly hearing anything he was saying. You were too stunned to believe he was actually there in the flesh. “Why didn't you tell me?”

"Because that’s kind of how surprises work, if I remember correctly."

You were preparing to say something witty in return, but Alice approached you with two drinks in hand.

"You look like you could use this," she handed it over to you. Graciously, you took it and took a cautious sip. The drink was stronger than you anticipated, causing you to cough a little. Alice stood between you and Harry, looping her arm around your shoulder, and the other across Harry’s back since he was too tall for her now to reach around his shoulder. The three of you were back together again, just like old times. "Let the fun commence," she said somewhat triumphantly.

And fun it was. From the moment you saw him, you and Harry were practically inseparable. Drinks were plentiful, and the both of you collectively laughed and conversed with the other party goers. You watched on as Alice kept her reign as beer pong champion, cheering her on along the way. To say you were having a good time was an understatement. Time went on, and someone put on (I've Had) The Time of My Life and Harry’s green eyes lit up and you automatically knew. It was one of his all time favorite songs, one that you’d heard time and time again from watching Dirty Dancing with him. He began to circle around you and you helplessly laughed as people left the floor open for the two of you. You proceeded to do the lamest dances known to man. Shamelessly, you did your best “sprinkler”, “shopping cart”, “pulp fiction”, “hand jive” and other dances that had equally ridiculous names to which Harry followed. All the while, you both sang the lyrics as loud as you possibly could. He created a larger space between the two of you and reached out his hand expectantly. You took it and he spun you around until he was hugging you in his arms, both of you laughing beside yourselves as the chorus swelled.

"Do you think we can still do the lift?" Harry asked, looking down at you.

A slow smile stretched across your face as you pulled away from him and created some distance between you. You honestly had no clue how this would end, but it was worth the try. When you were kids, you’d mastered the iconic Dirty Dancing lift, but you were adults now. You bounced lightly from foot to foot, shaking out your hands from the sudden nerves. Harry flagged you over to him as the crowd watched in anticipation, and you went for it. You ran forward, squealing a little in excitement. Harry braced himself right as you jumped. He caught you by the waist, hoisting you up horizontally in the air, your arms stretched out. He held you there for a moment, before bringing you back down. You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him as you laughed and everyone applauded. And it amazed you just how some things never changed.

Once that passed, you found yourself sitting on the stairs with Harry away from everyone else, catching up, dodging couples who stumbled their way up the stairs past you for more privacy.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" Harry offered, looking over at you.

It was sudden, but you agreed nonetheless. “Yeah, sure.” You both got up. You stepped down the few stairs, Harry behind you. You ducked around people, scanning the room for Alice. She came stumbling forward as if she’d been looking for the two of you all along, immediately greeting you.

"We’re heading out, wanna come with?" You offered.

She glanced around regretfully before responding, “I wish I could, but I can’t leave these guys. Have fun,” she smiled and turned back. You and Harry said your goodbyes to just about everyone before making your exit out of the front door.

The temperature had dropped slightly since you’d last been outside. You pulled your cardigan tighter around you and turned around to see what Harry was up to, but not before digging into your bag and retrieving your keys.

"You won’t need those," He walked up beside you, shoving his hands into his pockets.

You let out a little laugh, “Okay?” You dropped your keys back into your bag, “what’s the plan, Styles?” You looked up at him, placing your hands on your hips.

"You’ll see," He smirked before walking ahead of you.

You smiled a little and followed after him.

You walked past his old house, which was just a street or so over from the party. Harry led the way, cutting through yards as a shortcut, and soon enough the path became familiar to you. The fenced off yards transitioned into wooded forest. You trekked over the exposed roots and the foliage that littered the ground. Eventually, you emerged into the old, familiar tree-lined field. You looked around, suddenly overwhelmed with the memories the meadow held. It was your sacred ground. It was the place where you and Harry gave each other your first kiss, against a tree, all because the two of you simply wanted to get it over with for the sake of it. It was the place where you’d come as fast as you possibly could in order to comfort him in the wake of his parents’ divorce. It was the place where you went the night before his X Factor audition, where he rehearsed his song for you over and over again, and you had assured him that he sounded perfect, and that the judges would be idiots if they didn't accept him.

The two of you continued walking in silence, and all of a sudden, Harry plopped down in a big heap in the dewy grass, pulling you down with him. You let out a little shriek as you fell down by his side.

"Are you okay?" You could hear the amusement lingering in his voice.

"Peachy," you said, stretching out on the grassy earth as your attention focused on the night sky. There was a bit of late night fog hanging around, but even still, you could almost count each individual little bundle of light, millions and millions of stars darting the darkened sky. It was incredible. And though you’d witnessed this a countless number of times, it never failed to take your breath away.

"Are you drunk?" You blurted out. You rolled your head to the side, looking at him.

He looked back at you, an amused expression on his face, “No. Are you?”

You, without a doubt, could feel the alcohol working in your veins, but you weren't under its influence in any kind of way. “Nope,” you replied, both of you returning your focus back to the starry sky that so deserved it.

"Do you ever miss…this?" You asked quietly, not quite sure if he even heard you, especially due to his lack of a response.

"Always," He eventually said. You moved to your side, facing him, propping yourself up on one elbow as he talked. "I've got to travel all over the world before I've even turned 21, and I’m grateful, but nothing beats nights like tonight." He kept his eyes up on the stars.

You looked down over his face and took in his very presence. “I miss you,” You admitted.

Harry looked over at you, “but why, I’m right here.” Playfully, you fit him the chest.

"You know what I mean." You rolled your eyes.

"I know, I know," He chuckled. "I've missed you too, like crazy."

From there, the two of you continued to talk about much of nothing. The conversation ranged from what his life was like as the Harry Styles, the one you learned wasn't much different from the boy you’d grow up with, to the very memories the two of you shared. Light thundered rumbled across the sky, but mistakenly, you ignored it for the sake of catching up with your best friend. But seemingly out of no where, the sky erupted into a downpour. Sure enough, it was storming. Together, you both shot up from your places on the ground. Rain poured down your entire body, everything clinging to you.

"Come on!" Harry hollered over a thunderous clap, his hand reaching out for yours. You slipped your hand into his as he pulled you along and you followed close behind him. In haste, he led you out of the meadow, both of you ducking and dodging fallen branches once again. All the while, you wished that you’d brought your car along. Once you were free from the little forested area and your feet met the sidewalk of the neighborhood, Harry broke out into a run straight for his childhood home, which you could see just up the street, leaving you no choice but to run along with him. You turned up his driveway and bee lined for the front door. He grabbed his keys from his belt loop, and fumbled slightly getting the proper one into the door. Eagerly, he pushed it open, allowing you to step into the house first and he followed, locking the door behind him.

You both stood there, trying to catch your breath and make sense of what just occurred. You let your eyes fall over Harry. His growing hair stuck to the sides of his face, but it was his white t shirt, the way it clung to his frame, revealing the toned, inked body beneath it. Suddenly, you both seemed to realize that you were still holding hands. Abruptly, you both let go, and you let your arms wrap around yourself. It occurred you that the house was eerily quiet, despite the storm raging on outside.

"Where’s Anne and Robin?" You asked out of curiosity. You started shivering at the sudden change from being outside, stuck in the wake of the rain, to being inside of the house.

"They went on holiday. They’ll be back in a couple of days." Harry replied, noticing you were cold. "We should probably get changed."

You nodded in agreement, trying to keep your teeth from chattering, “I would like that.” You followed Harry through the dark house, both of you regretfully leaving puddles everywhere you went. Familiarity settled over you as you climbed up the stairs and turned down the little corridor leading towards his bedroom. Harry went straight for his drawer, pulling out two sets of t shirts and a pair of shorts for you and sweatpants for him, handing them over to you.

"Thanks," you took them gratefully.

"No problem. I’ll be just out here when you’re done, and I’ll put your clothes into the dryer." Harry called back as he exited his old bedroom, closing the door behind him.

You sat the clothes down on his bed. You looked around, taking in your surroundings. A content sigh escaped you as walked around the little perimeter. The makings of his childhood filled this place. You came to a stop at a picture, one you hadn't seen in years. There the four of you were. You, Harry, Alice and Gemma, no older than five or six years old, all of you covered in ice cream. You laughed a little to yourself, letting your fingers lightly brush across the picture. You remembered that day. Your mums had all taken you out for the frozen treat, but somehow it’d managed to melt from the cone and created rings around your mouths and stained your clothes. The photo next to it was just a picture of you and Harry in year eight, trying to smile through your embarrassment. Both of you were dressed up for the formal, and when all else failed, the two of you decided it’d be best to just go together only as friends, even though people made a huge deal of it. You turned away, still chuckling to yourself as you slipped out of your cardigan and tossed it on the floor, not wanting it to get his bed wet. Your hands settled at the base of your shirt, attempting to pull it up over your head, but it somehow managed to get stuck. You stood there, tangled in your shirt, trying your hardest to pull it off but to not avail. You groaned a little.

"Harry," You called out. You could hear the door opening, "Harry, I’m stuck."

He burst into laughter, his true laugh. The one where his doubled over, his eyes closed, and he pointed.

"Real funny," You said in mock annoyance. "Now will you come help me?"

"Alright, alright." His footfalls came closer to you. He reached in, fixing the source of the problem. He then proceeded pulling your shirt over your head and tossed it on the floor. You stumbled forward slightly, your body unintentionally pressing against his. You looked up at him, noticing he had changed already, his drying hair was pulled back into a bun. Another thing you noticed, was just how close Harry was standing. It didn't help either that you were there in your bra.

But something had changed. It was in the way his green eyes casted down on you, but it was okay, because whatever he was feeling, you were feeling too. The air between the two of you seemed to still, and you wondered if this was actually happening.His green eyed gaze met yours, your eyes scanning over his face, darting to his full lips and back up again. Slowly, Harry’s head began to lean down, testing the waters to see how’d you react. And when you only stared up at him with wide eyes and didn't move-actually moving in a little closer- he felt his own heart starting to beat rapidly. He had to take the risk, because it easily could’ve been the last chance he’d ever get.

Harry closed the gap between you and him and your lips connected.

The kiss was sweet, hesitant, a little uncertain. And when you pulled apart, his bottom lip lingered on yours momentarily,and it was obvious that something seemingly so innocent had ignited something much more dangerous. You knew by his body language that he was sharing the same exact thought, and it wouldn't be much longer. Everything after that was so rushed, because you needed to feel each other, to be whole, and if it didn't happen now, it was all over.

His hand went to the back of your neck, bringing your face to his. Almost immediately, your lips parted, letting his tongue slip into your mouth, tasting him. Your hands grabbed at his shirt, pulling it up. Harry, in haste, leaned away a little, tearing his shirt over his head and tossing it into the unknown. He continued kissing you feverishly. You let your hands run down the length of his torso, your fingers dipping into the ridges of his abs. But they continued to travel down, tugging at his sweatpants until they pooled down around his ankles. He kicked them off as he started to walk you back to his bed, still kissing you all the while. He pushed you gently down on it, thunder clapping just outside of the window, and he leaned partially over you as he worked to remove your skinny jeans, which were still quite drenched from the rain. He managed to undo the button and zipper with ease, but the actual act of taking them off was harder than it seemed as the fabric clung to your body.

"Bloody hell, girl." Harry muttered against your lips. He broke the kiss and removed himself from you. He stood there, his hands on his hips and his looked to see how to approach the task. He reached forward, starting at the top of your jeans as he pulled down with a great amount of effort, but it was still a slow process. Several times you grasped the bed to prevent yourself from sliding off of the bed as he pulled. You tried helping by arching your body, but you were laughing too hard to be off any real assistance. And once he finally got the jeans off, he nearly fell backwards from how hard he tugged on them.With a new found excitement, he climbed back over you.

"Lay on your back," you commanded, and with one brow lifted, he did. You climbed up on him, your legs draping across his lap. He slowly sat up, his face tilting up towards yours. Harry’s lips missed your mouth completely. Instead, they settled into the curve of your neck. Your heart fluttered in your chest as he selectively dropped kisses here and there. You could feel his teeth lightly graze your skin as he nipped softly, letting his tongue swipe gently across where he’d undoubtedly left a mark as you whimpered for more. All the while, Harry’s fingertips ghosted up your spine, up until he reached the clasp of your bra, swiftly undoing it. You maneuvered your arms from the straps as he discarded the undergarment.

You placed your hands on his chest, pushing him down onto his back. You leaned forward, pressing your mouth against his, but that only lasted so long as you started to leave little kisses on each tattoo that stained his torso. Your eyes darted up to his as he watched your every move. A little smile played along your lips as you made it down to the tattoo that was dangerously close to the waist of his boxers, which he was visibly straining against. You bit down on your bottom lip as you pulled the fabric down his hips, exposing the stiffened muscle between his thighs. You took a hold of it, stroking him gently. A low groan escaped him as he threw his head back. You moved your hand down to the base and leaned down. You let your tongue swirl over the head before taking him in your mouth completely.

"Ugh, fuck," Harry moaned a bit louder as you slowly bobbed your head up and down, his hand gently gripped the back of your hair. The sound of him being pleasured and needing you in that way was pleasure enough for you too. He was so close, you could sense it from the change in his breathing, and when you knew he was teetering over the edge, you stopped completely. You held a grin on your face, waiting for his response.

"Tease," He said between trying to catch his breath, his head still resting back on the bed. You kissed back up his body until your lips hovered over his.

"So I've been told," You whispered before letting your fingers go at his side, the spot you knew for a fact he was the most ticklish. He lurched forward, twisting and turning his body, begging you to stop as he laughed wholeheartedly. It was his punishment for calling you a tease, you told him. And he apologized, promising he’d never do it again. So you relented, but as soon as you stopped, Harry flipped you over and your bareback was pressed against the sheets. His long fingers started tickling you in a counter attack.

Harry ignored your pleas and breathless giggles as he reached over you, pulling out the drawer next to his bed. You could hear his hand patting around until he finally retrieved what he was feeling around for. The tickling ceased once he sat back, the foil package in his hand, and you watched as he tore it open and rolled it down with such ease. Harry pulled the lacy material of your underwear down your legs and tossed it aside. He laid back over you and he flashed a smile at you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him down even closer to you. The uncertainty from earlier melted into old, familiar habits. You couldn't help but laugh, but it quickly lost it’s luster and became more airy as Harry unexpectedly pushed his hardened length inside of you. “So what did you find funny exactly?”

You started to saying witty in return, but the words flattered on your tongue as Harry started to thrust full on into you. His own sarcasm falling from his face as it contorted in pleasure. Your nails dug into his back, extracting a groan from him. He brought his face down to yours, kissing you the best he could as his roll of his hips became more and more in sync. You let one hand travel further down south, playfully grabbing at his ass. Harry smiled against your lips as he increased his speed. In and out, in and out, moving harder and faster. Your kisses with Harry became sloppier and sloppier, your mouth barely forming a proper pucker against his as your lips parted, sighs upon sighs upon pleasured sighs escaping you. “Ha-Harry.” You stammered out, pleading for him to keep going, and he did. The storm going on outside matched the intensity and tension building inside of you. The thunder was equally as ground shaking as the roll of Harry’s hips. Each streak of lightening as electrifying as the waves of pleasure coursing through every aspect of your body. And Harry loved the sounds you would make, especially knowing that he was the one who caused them. Your breathy little moans, the way your eyes shut impossibly tighter, how you moved with and against him, running your hands down his chest, up his arms, through his hair. This was all new to him. He was no virgin, but this was different. It was you, of all people, a person he had cared about for nearly all of his life, and he was there with you, naked and vulnerable, and he couldn't get enough.

Harry moved to where his arms were pressed into the mattress on either side of your head, never losing his rhythm. You turned your head to the side, pressing a single kiss against the words ‘Things I Can’t…’. Your hand found his, fingers entwining as he brings it over your head and presses it down to the mattress too. He continued to thrust in and out with such fervor, hip smacking audibly harder into yours. You arched your body upward into him, repeatedly taking in every inch of him. You bit down on your bottom lip, stomach tightening as the fire spread through for a second time. The tender throb between your legs grew with his every movement. And you could tell by the change in his breathing that he was close. His moans came forced through clenched teeth, your name slipping through every now and then. His name left your mouth in short gasps as he pounded into you, bringing over your edge. And then you completely lost it. You cried out a little louder than you intended, your legs tightening around him as you reached a high and more intense climax. But Harry continued to thrust, still hitting your spot every single time. Your lips curved into an ‘o’, but sound hardly escaped you, pleasure engulfing you. You arched your back even higher, your head pressing further into the mattress. You couldn't take it anymore. Your whole body trembled and shook under the pressure of the pleasure. One or two tears slid down the side of your face as you gasped aloud. You were coming apart beneath him when Harry finally came, his body collapsing over yours. Both of you, sweating and panting, as you laid there like that. Your fingers pushed back the few strands of hair that freed themselves from his bun and pressed a kiss to the top of his hair. Once he finally caught his breath, Harry rolled onto his side and out of you. He pulled the sheets back on the bed, and climbed underneath them, and you followed him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and in response, you scooted closer into him, letting an arm drape across his torso.

Neither of you really said anything. Harry’s fingers gingerly slid up and down your arm, and you knew he was deep in thought despite the occasional kiss he’d drop on the top of your head. Every now and then, you’d press your lips against his chest before you felt the familiarity of exhaustion on your eyelids. Your breathing slowed down, and you snuggled closer into him. Soon enough you were asleep.

You woke up first the next morning, your face only inches from his. Sunlight escaped through the windows of his bedroom, casting it’s rays down upon you. He was close enough to you to where you could see the few freckles that scattered about his face and collected at the corner of his mouth, to feel the warmth of his steady breath on your bare skin, to look at him and know that this was perfection. You couldn't contain yourself as you lightly placed a hand on the side of his face. This is real, you thought to yourself, it wasn't all a dream. Slowly, the sleeping boy in front of you opened his eyes. He sucked in a breath and stretched out a little.

"Did I wake you? I’m sorry." You smiled apologetically. Harry removed your hand from his face and your fingers entwined.

"It’s fine." He yawned lazily. His voice rasped with exhaustion. Gently, he pressed his lips against your hand. You guys looked at each other for a moment, taking in each other’s obvious bliss. A smile found its way onto his face, "You look gorgeous."

You scooted closer to Harry, brushing your lips lightly against his. “I look like trash,” You grinned. He leaned forward and kissed you softly.

"Never," He stated, smiling between kisses. Your hand settled against the butterfly on his torso and crept its way to the back of Harry’s head. Once you felt things starting to take a different direction, you halted the affectionate transaction.

"Easy there, lover boy," You said as the two of you laugh. Words remained unsaid, and the silence that lingered was nice, peaceful.

But Harry broke first, “So about last night…” He started off. You mentally groaned. Honestly, you wanted to put this part off for as long as possible. You knew this could either go two ways, that last night ended at last night or it only was the beginning, and truth be told, you didn't want it to end. You wouldn't know how to deal if Harry wanted it the other way around.

"What about it?" You propped up on your elbow, facing him as you tried to play it cool even though you were terrified on the inside.

"I think we should do it again sometime," Harry always had a way with words, you thought to yourself. "But I mean like, as we were lying there afterwards, it felt natural-uh like maybe that was the way things were supposed to be. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I want to be more than just friends," He finally came around to it.

Oh thank God, you let out an inaudible sigh of relief. Regardless, you wouldn't let him know just what you were thinking. “Harry Edward Styles, after all these years, you get me into bed without even taking me to a proper dinner, and then you ask me to be your girlfriend?” You scolded him jokingly, but a smile settled on your face.

"Maybe?" He gave you his signature lopsided grin. You leaned forward a kiss against his lips.

"I’d love to," You smiled against his lips.

Harry pulled back from you first, his face still close to yours. “I've got to wee.” He admitted. You laughed, pushing him out of the bed. Helplessly, you admired his backside as he disappeared into the bathroom.

You laid back onto his bed, giddy beyond repair. Just then, your phone rang. You leaned over the side of the bed, pulling it out of the back pocket of your jeans. You answered it, not bothering to see who it was.

"Hello?" You chimed.

"Hey, are you at Harry’s?" Alice voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Um-yeah, yeah. I am," You replied almost hesitantly.

"Good," she replied, "I’m coming up the stairs right now."

Your eyes widened as you went into panic mode. You’d completely forgotten she had a key, both of you did. “Shit,” you exclaimed to yourself as you dropped your phone.

"Shirt, shirt, shirt." You chanted quietly as you patted the floor for Harry’s shirt, but you looked up to see it was across the room. "Harry," you called out in a hushed voice, "don’t-" but it was too late. Just as Harry emerged from the bathroom, Alice turned into the bedroom, which the door was wide open. Instinctively, you pulled the sheet up around your bare chest and Harry covered his privates with both hands.

Alice’s mouth hung open, as her eyes went from you in his bed, to him, who stood there just about bearing it all. “No fucking way,” she finally found the words to speak.

"Surprise?" You said innocently, not quite sure what else to say as she continued to look at the both of you in disbelief.

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