Harry Styles - It’s Always Been You
I slipped on the tight black dress, looking at myself in the mirror. My hair was in tight ringlets that cut short at my shoulders, my make up minimal and natural apart from a small winged eyeliner. The dress fell to my knees and clung to my body, the sleeves falling to my elbows.
I mentally prepared for this wedding, because I knew he was going to be there. Harry and I had dated since we were fourteen, we were totally in love. We went to the same college, studied all the same topics and spent every waking hour with each other. However we left for different universities and slowly our once hot relationship burnt out we were left with ashes.
Since then he’d become a teacher of Sociology and I had become a Historical Researcher, both keeping ourselves busy. Last I heard he’d been seeing some blonde bombshell who had him totally whipped, I however hadn’t seen anyone seriously since him.
I shurgged off the thoughts and grabbed my purse and phone before leaving. The drive was short. As I walked into the church I kept my eye out for him, just a glimpse and I’d be satisfied. I sat down next to an older gentleman who made light conversation as we waited for the bride to appear.
And that’s when I saw him.
Across the aisle, a few rows a head of me. He sat next to a brunette, her body slim and perfect. Her dress was better, and most likely more expensive, than mine and Harry smiled at her warmly. She giggled at something he said, he looked utterly lost in her eyes. She looked forward as he continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. He turned his head to look around and our eyes met.
He stopped and gulped, his eyes widening as he looked over at me. He gave a weak smile before looking back, my mouth ajar.
“Are you okay sweetheart?” The elderly man asked.
I nodded. “Yes yes, sorry, just saw someone I used to know.”
The ceremony was beautiful and I now sat at a table alone, a glass of wine next to me as I shovelled down cake to try and suppress my depression. I glared at Harry, he’d moved on lovely while I was hear, six years later still utterly smitten.
“Let me have some.” Amy, the bride, begged as she sat down and stole the rest of my cake. She shoved it into her mouth. “I haven’t eaten all day, this dress barely fits anyway.” She grumbled.
“You look beautiful,” I complimented. “Truly stunning.”
“I agree.” I jumped and looked up. Oh no. “Y/N.” Harry cooly said. I gulped.
“I’ll leave you two.” Amy left quickly, with my cake, and disappeared.
Harry took her seat and sat across from me, water in his hand as he waited for me to speak. He looked different, his hair now tamed and short, almost straight, but still held some familiar curls. His suit fit him perfectly. His skin had cleared a little, I remember him being to self conscious whenever there was a pimple on his face, he begged me over and over to pop them, to which I disgustingly did.
“So how have you been?” He awkwardly asked.
I shuffled and sipped my wine. “I’ve been good, you?”
He nodded. There was a minutes silence before he spoke again. “What did you end up doing? I remember you wanted to be a teacher.” He smiled.
“I’m a Historical Researcher now, work for a company and basically fact check for books and films, it’s interesting.” I explained. “You?”
“I was a teacher until about a year ago and then I left to get my Masters in Sociology, I’ve got my exams in about two months.” He nodded.
“Wow, that’s really amazing.”
He smiled. “Still in Holmes Chapel?”
I shook my head. “God no, I’m in London now, you?”
“Wow,” he said. “I was in Manchester, but I’ve just bought a little flat in London as well actually.” He smiled.
My stomach dropped. “Oh wow, nice.” There was again silence.
“Seeing anyone?” He asked.
I awkwardly coughed and took another sip of wine. “No no, single.” I smiled. “You?”
He gazed over at the stunner he brought. “She’s just for fun.” He smirked. “Dance?”
I looked down. “I don’t think that would be appropriate.” I smiled.
“Nonsense.” He said. Before I could protest he tugged me onto the dance floor and forced us chest to chest. I grumbled but slipped my hand onto his broad shoulders, his resting on my hips. He dipped his head to rest against mine, temple to temple as he hummed the tune of the song that was playing in my ear. We swayed gently.
“She won’t get jealous?” I questioned as his date and I made eye contact.
“She might, but she’s a new love,” he hummed. “This, this is an old love.”
I ignored his comment and continued to dance, my head resting on his shoulder as I grew tired. “What time is it?” I wondered.
He checked his watch. “11pm.” He sighed. “Go back to the table, I’ll be there in a moment.” I nodded and wandered back over to the table, buying two glasses of champagne as I went. I sat patiently, waiting for Harry.
I smiled as he walked over. “Where’d you go?” I asked, lazily smiling at him.
He shrugged. “Sent my date home.”
Harry moved his chair to sit right next to me, our arms brushing as he turned to face me. He grabbed my hand and played with my fingers, my body tingling to his touch. “Wanted to see you.” He muttered, sponging kisses to my knuckles. “I’ve missed you, all these years.”
“Do you have a hotel room?” I shook my head. “I do...maybe we should talk up there?”
I was grabbing my purse and drink before he could utter another word. His hand stayed on the small of my back as he led me to the lift. I could feel the tension rising as the doors closed, leaving Harry and I alone.
He smiled awkwardly at me, biting his lip as he tapped his foot nervously. I too bowed my head and ignored the ache between my legs that was undoubtedly for him. I jumped as his hand softly ran down my forearm, fingers looping through mine as his thumb rubbed over my knuckles. He didn’t utter a word, just let our bodies speak silently.
The doors opened and he tugged me out, leading me down a thin hallway to the end. His hand dropped from mine to rummage through his pockets for the key card, once found he hastily opened the door and opened the door for me, smiling as I walked through the threshold.
The room was large, a four poster double bed situated in the middle of the room, a large TV on the opposite wall and plenty of floor space. I peeked into the bathroom to see a rainfall shower and a large bathtub, two bathrobes hanging up on two elegant hooks. Harry had removed in suit jacket when I came back in and had rolled up his sleeves.
“Still as beautiful as the day we met.” He whispered into the dim room. The only light in the room was a small lamp on the bedside table, a golden glow flowing through the room. Harry walked over to me, taking my purse and drink and placing them next to the lamp.
“I was fourteen.” I giggled. “All awkward and spotty.” I bit my lip as his hand landed on my hip, my arms wrapping around his neck as I smiled warmly at him.
He laughed with me. “Well to me you were the most gorgeous girl in the room, in any room,” he hummed gently. “You still are.”
“Harry,” I whispered. “It’s been so long.”
He nodded and kissed my cheek. “I know,” he said sadly. “Why is it that you never dated anyone else?”
I sighed and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “You.” I said. “It was you.”
“You know, my friends told me it was a kid relationship, that it was meant to end, but you know what I think?” I shook my head. “I think I got lucky, I think I found my soul mate young.”
“You think I’m your soul mate?” He nodded his head and pecked my lips spontaneously.
I moved up and pressed my lips against his firmly, my arms tightening around his neck as his tongue ran over my bottom lip. He groaned and pulled my closer, hitching my leg up to wrap around his waist. I moaned as he walked up over to the bed, his hands running all over me.
He sat down, my body straddling his as our tongues moved together slowly, taking in the moment we’d both missed for all these years. His hands pushed up the skirt of my dress and fisted my behind, I gasped and giggled against his lips, his teeth grazing over my bottom lip.
“Missed this.” He mumbled against me, moving our bodies so he was on top. He tugged at my dress, pulling it up and over my head and peering down at my body. I hadn’t put on sexy underwear, which I wish I had, a simple plain white bra and blue lacy underwear.
“I didn’t put on anything fancy because-“
He stopped me with a gentle kiss to my lips. “You look perfect.” My eyes widened as I leant up and kissed him again, my arms wrapping around his waist as I played with the band of his trousers. He knew what I wanted and stood, removing all his clothes but his boxers.
My eyes widened. He had certainly grown up since our school days, his body now lean and muscular, he had obviously lost all the puppy fat he’d once adorned and was now left without any fat at all it seemed. Along with his new body he had a few new decorations, however there were some I recognised. My leant up and ran my finger over my name that adorned his shoulder.
“I thought you would have covered this up by now.” I smiled, tracing over his new tattoos as well.
He shook his head, his curls flopping over his forehead. “Knew you’d be pissed if I did.” He smirked.
“How’d you know I would come back?” I quizzed as I began to pull down his boxers. His hard cock sprang free and my eyes buldged, I’d forgotten how well equipped he was. However one thing had changed, He now adorned hair. I remember when we were teenagers he’d been repulsed by the idea of hair on his private area, and I was pleased to see he had grown to the idea.
My lips immediately wrapped around his tip, sucking and licking as I looked up at him. He threw his head back, his eyes squeezing shut as he groaned at the sudden contact. “Jesus,” he grunted. “Gut feeling you would baby.”
I smirked and went deeper, almost taking him whole before I gagged. I pulled back and decided up taking his tip flat on my tongue as I focused on rubbing his shaft with my fist. He groaned and moaned, the noises coming from his mouth making my panties soaked. Suddenly, after a few minutes, he roughly pulled me away by my hair and looked down at me.
His cheeks were bright red and his pupals were blown. “Not ready to cum yet.” He winked before tugging me up and pushing me on the bed.
His lips sponged over my cheeks before trailing down my neck, taking time to suck on my sweet spot which made me mule at the contact. He carried on his journey and pushed down my bra straps, kissing over my bare shoulder before reaching round to unclasp my confines. Once free he dipped his head and took my small nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting the skin harshly. My mouth opened as I small yelp escaped, my back arching into him before he forced me down with his hands.
“Be good for me.” He hummed against me, kissing over my stomach as he moved lower. His tongue poked out and ran over the material of my underwear, moving lower to suck just over my clit.
My hands flew to his hair as I tugged, biting down on my lip as I string of moans left my throat. His fingers pushed my underwear to the side as he dived in, his tongue immediately going to rub circles in my sensitive nub. I screamed, my legs closing around his head as he continued to switch between sucking and licking me. However he stopped all too soon and tugged down my underwear, leaving me completely naked as he crawled back up my body.
“Please.” I whispered as I stroked over his cheek. I didn’t have to beg twice, he swiftly filled me and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
At first he was gentle, his hips moving lovingly against mine. But as my screamed got louder he moved harder against me, his hips snapping into mine as he grunted in my ear. “Missed this huh? All these years, bet you’ve been thinking of this moment forever.” I nodded and agreed with him. “Just as tight as before baby, so fucking snug, I’m not gonna last long.” He panted.
I scratched down his chest as he forced my high as he rubbed circles in my clit and grinded against the sweet spot inside me. My eyes widened as I peered up at him, sweat forming around his forehead as he gently groaned my name before spilling into me, his mouth opening as he came.
He stilled for a second, looking down at me and smiling. He flopped next to me, his chest sweaty as he caught his breath, me doing much the same. I got up and wandered to the bathroom, cleaning myself up before walking back in to see Harry tugging up his boxers. He smirked and threw the shirt he was wearing earlier, the material baggy on me.
We snuggled back into bed, my head resting on my chest as his arms slung over my waist. I peered up at him. “I love you.” I uttered.
“I love you.” He whispered. “No one ever compared to you baby, it’s always been you.”
