You had recently started promoting a brand new movie you were starring in. As a new actress, everyone wanted to get to know you. They wanted to know anything and everything. You didn’t mind, you always liked the attention. You had already been interviewed by Ellen, Jimmy Fallon, E! News, and various others. But you were most excited to appear on the Late Late Show with James Corden. You always found his show to be the most entertaining and relatable.
The stage lights were particularly bright which made you sweat. James had already asked you the basic questions about your movie but this next segment was a surprise. James loved getting celebrities genuine reactions so this next bit was not rehearsed, not scripted, and you had no earthly idea what was about to happen.
“Alright, Y/N, I heard you were single.” James said with a smirk. You laughed, “unfortunately I am”. The crowd let out an audible “awww”. “No worries! That’s actually why I created the next segment. It’s called Live Tinder!” The crowd cheered. All you managed to say was, “Oh God!” James laughed. “We typically make members of my staff play but since you’re so single we decided to let you give it a try. If you like the guy, he gets to sit in the chairs on the right. If you choose to swipe left, he will have to fall into the ball pit.” You were nervous. Your friends always made fun of how picky you were with guys. You had standards and you were not willing to settle for any guy who wasn’t going to move mountains for you.
“Okay, here’s the first contender!” The first guy stepped up on the stage and into the tinder picture frame. He looked like Mr. Clean. He looked like Howie Mandel. He looked like he wasn’t your type. “Um…I’m swiping left.” You said nervously. The guy immediately fell into the ball pit. “Wow starting off on the left foot I see!” James giggled.
James brought up a few more guys and you finally had two guys sitting in chairs on the right. But naturally James had a trick up his sleeve. “So Y/N, I hear you have a massive celebrity crush on one of my friends.” Your eyes grew wide. Your heart was racing. You were horrified. “Um…I don’t know what you’re talking about, James!” You were trying to play it casual but you were a nervous wreck. “Okay well let’s bring up the next possible match!” A tall brown haired man made his way on the stage. His hair was short but had a slight curl. His eyes were green but not a green you had ever seen before. He was tattooed. He looked at you and smiled, his dimples showing. You froze. “So Y/N, is it going to be a swipe to the left or right?!” James questioned with the biggest damn smirk on his face. “Cheeky bastard” you thought. “Well I mean I’ve been on Tinder and I know you can Super Like someone so this is me using my Super Like.” you quickly stated. The man just looked at you and laughed.
But, James wasn’t done yet. “Okay well Y/N let me properly introduce you two beautiful people. Y/N, this is your celebrity crush, your dream man, your Super Liked Tinder match, Mr. Harry Styles! Harold, this is Y/N.” Harry immediately walked towards you and engulfed your small frame in a hug. He smelled like sex, love, and all things holy. Damn, he smelled good and you hoped his scent would rub off on your clothes. His hug was perfection and if you could stay in this moment forever, you would.
As soon as the show ended you found yourself in your dressing room. The taping had shot your nerves and the best medicine you could find was listening to some Ed Sheeran on Spotify. You sang along softly to the music. As you were gathering your belongings, you heard a knock on the door. “Come in! It’s open!” you shouted above the music. As soon as the words left your mouth you continued to sing softly not bothering to look up from what you were doing. “You’re even cuter when you’re singing, pet” a low British voice said. You froze. You thought it was just your stylist and friend who had come in but nope. It was Harry. “Oh wow sorry you had to listen to that. I’m so sorry James made you come on the show just for that segment.” You couldn’t stop apologizing. It was like word vomit.
As the words and apologies continued to flow out, Harry walked closer. You began taking the smallest steps back until your back was up against a wall and there was no where else to go. Harry towered above you. The word vomit had stopped and now you were speechless. Your breathing picked up and you swore he could see your heart beat out of your chest. His strong hands slowly found their way to your face. He smirked seeing you squirm out of nerves. Your eyes darted back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Harry bit his lip. He pushed his body against you and before you knew it, his lips were colliding with yours. The kisses suddenly got deeper and longer. He was yearning for your affection. He pulled away slowly and put his head on your forehead while his eyes never leaving yours. Harry slowly breathed in as you tried to steady your heartbeat. Harry’s voice immediately got deeper and sexier, “Always wanted to kiss my celebrity crush”.
As the title says it, this is once again a imagine about friends becoming more than that. I have such a weakness for that. Also, this is a concept I have had saved for ages and is dear to me. I’m so happy I got the time to rewrite this one shot. Hope you guys love it as much as I do.
Plot: Harry and Y/N are close friends and have a rather serious conversation at a mutual friend’s party.
Warnings: None aside from some swear words, the mention of alcohol and lots of feels.
Gif is not mine, yet undoubtedly beautiful.
The guy that made my heartbeat’s pace speed up, was a tall and gorgeous musician whom I had only gotten to meet by buying coffee in the same shop as him. Harry was the second friend I had found after moving to London to live on my own. One day after work, I had gone out to a small cafe where I ran into him. We hit it off right from the moment we met and he’d invited me to join one of his friend’s parties and had stayed with me the whole time to make me feel comfortable. Despite the fact that he was a famous superstar and anything I did seemed almost ridiculously plain and boring compared to him, once I began talking he always made me feel like I was the most important person in the room. That was the main reason for me to have fallen for him as easily as I had. Now, three months after our first encounter, my knees went weak from a simple smile.
My life in London had finally found its routine and as it was Saturday, I had plans to meet with mine and Harry’s mutual friend Hanna so that we could go to a party together. She was similar to the rest of Harry’s friends that usually attended the same parties as he did and loved drinking way past her limit. I liked to keep it to a sip, which she found boring.
The minute we arrived at the party she had already disappeared and abandoned me to greet some of the people I didn’t know.
So here I was. In the middle of a party and surrounded by drinking people I didn’t know. I couldn’t have been more out of my comfort zone, until suddenly, an all too familiar curly haired guy came into view. When he spotted me a smile formed on his face and he quickly made his way over to me.
“Y/N, love! I was hoping you’d come tonight.”
I blushed and tried to suppress the giggle fighting to break free at his unintended innuendo and instead happily allowed him to hug me.
“Hi Harry”, I greeted him, hoping the dim light would hide my red cheek’s once we pulled apart.
“How are you doing? God, you look stunning! I’ve never seen you in a dress before.”
His eyes traveled up and down my body, his green orbs sparkling and I knew that there was no way the dim light could possibly hide my red face.
“I’m fine and thank you. You look handsome yourself.”
Harry pretended to pull at an imaginary tie around his neck before breaking into a laugh.
“Are you alright, as well?” I continued, eager to keep his attention on me for as long as I could before someone else would come and whisk him away again.
“I’m good, thank you,” he replied with a warm smile before looking down to my hand, “Don’t you want something to drink?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m good. Thanks though.”
“Okay,” he shrugged, “Well, I actually came ‘cause there’s something important I wanted to talk to you about.”
I nodded but Harry bit his lip, showing his hesitation.
“Just, if we could… not here.”
His voice had lowered so it was difficult to understand him due to the loud music around us. His stare bore into me with an intensity that had my skin shiver and heart skip. My thoughts raced and I tried to come up with a reason about what he could possibly have to say to me that it needed to be said in private.
“Ehm..,” I began, “yeah, of course. Do you-”
We were interrupted by Steve’s loud voice. He was one of Harry’s acquaintances and just like him, attended every party that was held. Steve fought his way through the crowd to us and wrapped his arm around Harry’s neck. If I hadn’t known any better I would have claimed I saw a flash of annoyance crossing Harry’s face.
“I need you to hook me up with Ana-belle! Right now! C'mon!” he slurred, clearly having had enough to drink already.
“Mate, I’m kinda busy. Can’t you see?” Harry huffed.
“Pleeaaasseeee,” Steve whined, “You know how hot she is and you promised!”
Harry gave me an apologetic look and I returned a small smile. “Go. It’s fine, Harry.”
“I’ll find you later, okay?” he asked and I nodded.
After Harry disappeared and I was left alone, I decided to mingle a little bit. That was until I saw the last person I’d want to spend my Saturday night with enter the room, dressed in a tight fitting dress with her boobs showing off, an evil smile playing on her lips.
Her name was Ciara. She was tall, thin, blond and, in want of a better word, a bitch. I had a deep dislike for her ever since I had witnessed her try to kiss Harry. He had looked caught off guard when she had leaned in and pulled him down to her, so he had pushed her away forcefully. To this day, I found it surprising but didn’t question it. I didn’t want to ask him, too afraid that he only pushed her off because he waited for a more fitting moment to kiss her.
Ciara knew about me, too, and disliked me just as much as I did her. I had once overheard her calling me the pathetic tag-along of Harry’s.
To avoid Ciara, I escaped into another room where some guy shoved a drink into my hand, claiming it’d be the best thing I’d ever drink. The liquid burned going down my throat and I grimaced, but it did the trick and calmed me instantly. That was until a certain female’s voice squealed loudly.
“Harry! Baby, I haven’t seen you in forever!”
I bit my tongue and turned to where her voice had come from to find Ciara’s wiry arms wrapped around Harry’s neck and her face buried in his shoulder.
I tried not to look at them but it was like my eyes were clued on their hugging bodies. She might not have been that pretty, but like I said, she had a body most girls would kill for and looked undeniably great at Harry’s side.
Harry’s arms loosely rested around her slim waist as he returned her embrace that lasted much too long for my liking. She giggled and cuddled closer into his chest.
“You too, Ciara,” Harry said as he unwrapped her arms from him and gently pushed her away. She pouted her lips before smiling widely up at him and saying something I didn’t hear. He nodded and replied to which Ciara threw her head back and let out a loud and high-pitched laugh.
I sighed as she rested her hand on Harry’s upper arm and bit my lip. She moved her fingers in a stroking motion and leaned in closer while she spoke quietly to him. Harry’s eyes were fixed on her when suddenly they moved and landed on me. I quickly turned my head away, embarrassed that he had caught me staring, but when I glanced back at him a few seconds later, Harry was still looking at me. He gave me a small smile and took a sip from his beer before he looked back at Ciara, who was still speaking to him. I took a sip from my own drink, which I still didn’t enjoy, and turned away.
I tried to find something I could entertain myself, yet found nothing. Now that Harry was occupied with Ciara and Hanna had abandoned me, I felt like it was a good time to leave. Just when I was about to look for Hanna to say goodbye, my trace of thoughts was interrupted.
“I thought you didn’t want a drink.”
I looked up and my heart skipped when I saw Harry standing in front of me, a wide smile plastered on his face.
“I wouldn’t exactly call it drinking,” I answered. “It’s more of a sipping. To be honest, the drink is pretty disgusting.”
Harry chuckled, took the glass from me and at the same time handed me his beer. “I know how many say girls aren’t supposed to drink this, but I’m sure we can make an exception of this stupid rule.”
“Thanks.” I smiled up at hime before taking a sip and then handing it back to him. “If I’d have to drink this fruit cocktail for the rest of the night this would definitely had been it for parties and me.”
Harry grinned. “Too bad I could prevent that. Would have given me an excuse to find you outside events like this.”
He raised it as if to toast me before bringing it to his lips as my heart dropped to my stomach.
Harry and I grimaced at the same time. Of course Hanna had to remember I still existed the second I was alone with Harry. She was leaning against one of her friends, a shot in one hand and a bottle of what looked like vodka in the other.
“Dance with us!” she shouted. I was about to open my mouth to answer when Harry interrupted:
“Sorry, Hanna. Y/N already agreed to accompany me outside for a smoke.”
Hanna rolled her eyes and shrugged, clearly not too bothered about it before disappearing in the crowd again. I raised my brows at Harry.
“Course I don’t,” Harry answered, looking at me as if I were crazy. “I’m asthmatic, remember?”
“You just said-”
“Wanted to get rid of her so I can keep you to myself. Besides, we agreed to talk somewhere no one hears us.” He nudged my side, grinning cheekily when he noticed me biting back a smile. “Relax, I’m not gonna kidnap you or anything. And we’re only going outside of the building, don’t worry.”
He held out his hand and after a second of hesitation I reached out and took it. Harry wound his fingers together with mine and pulled me towards the exit. My mouth went dry at his sudden closeness and I could have broken out into a dance at how happy I felt. Heat rose to my cheeks when my gaze traveled to the bar where I met a cold, jealous stare following mine and Harry’s moves. Ciara’s piercing blue eyes lowered to the connection between mine and Harry’s hands before meeting my eyes again. Pure hatred radiated off of her and I quickly looked away to focus on Harry’s back so close before me I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I was with him and not her. She could hate on me for that as much as she wanted.
Once outside, Harry led me around the corner of the building. I flinched at the sound of a glass bottle breaking and noticed the small group of men, obviously drunk and smoking something that was clearly not a normal cigarette, standing on the other side of the road. Sensing my uneasiness, Harry gently pushed me closer to the brick wall and positioned himself in front of me so he was shielding my body from them. He gave me a reassuring smile and I relaxed. The air was cold and I was glad to have Harry this close next to me to share his body heat. Although really, I was never not glad to have him close.
“You don’t like Ciara do you?” Harry stated, saying it like he already knew the answer.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and bit my lip.
“What makes you think that?”
He raised his brows and smirked. He reached out and fixed one of the strands of hair that had fallen into my face back behind my ear. “I saw you looking at us and since you’re out here with me I figured it wasn’t me you were sending that death glare to.”
I shrugged. “Who knows? I may have.”
He fake gasped and I grinned.
“I may not like her all that much,” I admitted, “Why are you asking though?”
Harry shrugged. “It’s always good to know who dislikes the same people as I do. Says a lot about your character that you don’t try to appeal to someone like Ciara.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh please. As if you weren’t as into her as every other guy at that party is.”
“What are you talking about?” Harry asked as a frown took over his beautiful features.
In all honesty, I wasn’t quite sure why I’d said it and yet I continued anyway, watching how Harry’s face fell with each word.
“You can’t tell me you don’t like her when you clearly enjoyed having her press herself against you only minutes ago,” I stuttered on, “Unless it’s because of her body. Which would be fine, really. She’s hot, so why wouldn’t you?”
A surprised gasp escaped my lips as my back forcefully hit the brick wall. Harry stood so close in front of me I felt his breath on my skin and goosebumps covered my arms when I pressed my hands to his shoulders to maintain some distance between the two of us. It did little though as his hands still clasped my shoulders tightly and his green eyes bore into mine with such fury in them I shrunk back.
“Why are you saying that?” he growled, “You know that isn’t true.”
Harry shook his head but released me again and took a step back, further away from me.
“Why are you speaking as if I’d be the kind of person who likes having girls rubbing themselves against their bodies? Is that what you thought of me all along? That I’m the sleazy pop star who feels up a different girl every night, just the way every damn magazine has been labeling me?”
He broke off and took a deep breath to steady himself. My mouth was dry and I couldn’t find an answer as guilt crawled up my throat, knowing I’d touched upon a sensitive subject. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Thought you knew better, Y/N.”
“That wasn’t what I was saying-”
“You implied it, though. And it’s beyond me how you could make such bullshit up in that head of yours. I’ve shown you what I’m like so that you wouldn’t mistake me for one of those asses 'cause I thought that maybe you and I would-” he trailed off and huffed as his cheeks turned red.
“Forget it”, he interrupted. He took a deep breath and I swallowed hard when the falsest of all false smiles crept onto his face. “It’s fine, whatever. Let’s just go back, yeah?”
I frowned and reached forward to take hold of his arms, pulling him back closer to me. Harry didn’t react to my whine when he shrugged off my touch. I watched as he turned around and began to walk back to the building’s entrance. I huffed and cursed myself with every insult that came to my mind. Way to ruin our first private moment in weeks.
I jumped when one of the drunk men called out from across the street and shuddered when I noticed him making his way over towards me.
“What are you doing out here alone, little one? Don’t you need someone to keep you warm, baby?” His piercing eyes eyed me and I quickly began to walk into the direction of the door, but he moved fast and blocked the way.
“That dress of yours sure does look good on you. Reckon it’d look even better on my bedroom floor, though.”
“I’m sorry, but I need to go.”
He shook his head and stepped in my way once more when I tried to dodge him. Fear cursed through me.
“M'afraid I can’t let you, babe.”
“Y/N, are you coming?”
Harry came to a stop only a few steps behind the stranger, his voice calm but certain.
“Yeah.” I nodded and met the stranger’s eyes one more time before stepping around him.
This time he let me, probably sensing Harry’s hard stare on him. I smiled in relief when Harry clasped my hand in his.
“Lay off my girlfriend, alright mate?” Harry hissed.
The man, about half a head shorter than Harry, held up his hands. “Don’t think she would’ve made a memorable fuck anyway.”
Harry looked as if he wanted to bite something back but stopped when I squeezed his fingers gently. We turned and he led me back into the building.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, “This man really creeped me out.”
“S'fine,” Harry replied. The second we were out of the man’s sight he let go of my hand and went back inside the room where the party was held before I could say anything further.
I sighed and bit my lip. He was quick to surround himself by his friends near the bar while I stayed back. I wanted to cry. My stupid jealousy had ruined everything and I hadn’t even gotten to hear what Harry had wanted to tell me.
“Staring at him won’t get you anywhere, you know?”
I turned to Hanna who had appeared by my side.
“Saw you guys enter,” she replied, “I guess he told you and you declined?”
I stared at her, confusion written all over my face. She rolled her eyes.
“Harry’s told me that he wanted to ask you out tonight,” she shrugged and took a sip of her drink, “Don’t really get how you could say no. He’s so hot I would die to see him naked.”
“Harry wanted to-” I stopped and shut my eyes as it dawned on me just how much I had ruined.
I looked back into his direction where I caught him quickly turning away from me. Oh, no he won’t. I quickly pushed past the people mingling between us. Once I reached him I took hold of his hand and pulled him away from his friends and into the direction of the bathrooms.
“Oi, Styles!” one of his friends called after us, “Get in there!”
Harry stumbled along behind me and into the bathroom, his body flinching as I shut the door behind us.
“Didn’t know you were that strong, love,” he chuckled breathlessly.
“I don’t believe any of the things those magazines say about you.”
Harry’s mouth opened at my statement but I continued before he could speak.
“You’re so kind and heartbreakingly beautiful, especially with that short hair that suits you so well and if you want to know why I said all that about you and Ciara, then it’s because I try to come to terms with me never standing a chance when you could have her!”
My voice quivered and I looked away, embarrassed by my confession.
“I’m sorry that what I said hurt you. It was stupid and not what I meant at all.”
Harry sighed and let his body fall back against the wall opposite of me. We stared at each other in silence before he cleared his throat.
“Earlier, when I asked you if we could talk, it was so I could finally come clean 'bout something I kept a secret from you.”
He smiled softly, pushed himself away from the wall and came to stand close in front of me. I leaned my back against the cold wall behind me as he stepped impossibly close.
“I’m drawn to you, Y/N,” he murmured and gently caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. “You’re all I can think about, engraved into my mind every minute of every day.”
Unlike how it had been when I made it up in my head, there was no built up to his kiss. Harry leaned in the moment he’d finished talking and pressed his lips to mine in a hesitant and gentle connection. It felt odd at first, but then I was consumed by warmth and my lips moved easily with his as he guided the kiss, both hands holding my face closer to him. I gasped when he pulled away, my heart racing. A smile graced his beautiful face.
“The thought of you alone makes me feel like I’m never alone. You’re warm and sweet and everything good I know.”
Still only centimeters away from me, I leaned in and brushed my mouth against his once again, seeking another kiss. He moaned lowly as I bit his lip and deepened the kiss while I wrapped both arms around his neck.
“Had an entire speech prepared, you know?” Harry hummed against my cheek after we broke away once again. “Has vanished from my head now though.”
I giggled and wound my fingers into his hair. “I’m sorry. I know I kinda dragged you in here.”
“S'fine. Think the point of what I wanted to say was that I like you quite a lot,” Harry continued, brushing his nose along my jaw, “Think we’d make a pretty good couple.”
I hummed and scratched his neck. It surprised me how easy this felt, having him so much closer than anyone before. Even discussing whether or not we should get together was easy.
“I agree,” I whispered.
Harry leaned in again and kissed me deeper. His hands grasped my hips and pulled them against his own, making me gasp and steadying myself by taking hold of his shoulders. No matter how long we kissed, it never felt like it was enough.
“You’re so pretty,” Harry mumbled.
“Thanks,” I giggled breathlessly and leaned back so I could look at him.
“I mean it. How could you think I’d want Ciara?” he asked and shook his head.
I raised one hand and pressed my fingers against his red lips. “Please don’t. Don’t ruin this by talking about her.”
“Won’t ever mention her again,” he promised and sealed it with another soft kiss.
I smiled and Harry shook his head as he squeezed my hips. “Go out with me.”
My heart stopped as the words I’d always longed to hear from him escaped his lips. I nodded.
Harry shrugged. “Whenever you want. But first, let’s go show you-know-whom that we’re off the market.”
I giggled as he took my hand and pulled me towards the exit of the bathroom.
Thank you for anyone who took the time to read this! I’m not sure whether or not I should leave this be as a standalone part, or if I should write a follow up. Should you want a part two, please let me know! Feedback is very welcome and so are requests.
IDK I feel like Harry may be really insecure and still doesn’t think he is worthy of love. He keeps dating all these well known women who are probably using him and he ends up hurt. I think Harry needs a normal girl, someone not in the public eye to show him what it feels like to truly give your heart to some. IDK