Cute little 1965 Corvette hardtop dressed in “Tuxedo Black” with a black interior. This girl has a small block, 327, but she’s slinging the 365 horsepower option. There’s a Muncie (M20?) 4-speed to make the lake pipes sing! She has an aggressive stance with the Radial T/As on her Chevrolet rally wheels. God, I love a C2!!!
Words couldn’t possibly explain how amazing this entire month has been for me. I just got my best friend Harry back from God knows where the hell that boy has been because it’s as if he literally travels everywhere non stop. Personally I don’t have a clue as to how he could do that, just go from place to place without ever feeling strange or uncomfortable. I’m scared to even set foot in a airplane, much less sit in one for hours and being aware of how high off the ground I am, I prefer to be on it thank you, and quite frankly just the mere thought of it sends major chills down my spine. But I guess that’s the benefit of being a huge star, going everywhere around the world and feeling loved and right at home because of your amazing fans who always support you in every single thing you do.
I can’t say I disagree with any of them, this guy truly does amazing things all the time, and what I love the most about him is that no matter how big he becomes in the world of fame, he will always be humble, a very down to Earth man, hell, he doesn’t even like the word famous, in fact he absolutely hates it! And that is why, ladies and gentlemen, I am so proud to call Harry Styles my best friend, it seriously never fails to amaze me how his life has changed so much for the better, I’m saying because I’ve known Harry for years, even a bit before his little audition in the X factor when he had his little cupid looking curls, oh God he really did look like an adorable cherub back then didn’t he? All he was missing was the tiny angel wings and a small harp to constantely play in those gigantic hands of his. What makes me laugh and love the most is the fact that the only thing he will always have such a big head about is the fact that he used to work at a bakery, but I have YET to taste a cookie made by him.
Anyway, as soon as I heard from his old bandmates that he was on his way back here in Los Angeles, the first thing I did was call his british ass up to see if it was true, cause unfortunately Niall, Liam and Louis have a history of pranking me so much, it’s pretty hard to believe almost anything they tell me now, those little hansome dibshits. Well, Harry had certainly confirmed saying it was indeed true, and as soon as he landed, the very next day he came to my house and took me out and about these past few nights, kind of as a way to make up for all the time he didn’t spend with me. Even though I honest to God told him that there was no need for him to do that, he insisted because, and I quote, “I missed you too fucking much poppet.” Man, I don’t really know why but it makes me feel pretty damn special that I’m basically the only female in his life he calls that cute nickname, ever since we were younger actually. I always found it to be the most adoring thing in the world, it makes me smile.
Overall, as I have said, him and I have been hanging out a lot lately, we have created some amazing yet crazy memories together I never thought could be possible, and it also made me realize just how boring it was without him in town, not to mention how much I truly missed him. Although I must say the other lads did a good job in substituting I guess you can say, they are so sweet to even do that in the first place really. In fact, I have pretty much developed a very special bond with each of them now, don’t get me wrong, I love them all and we’ve always gotten along great since the beginning, but out of all four I have always been the closest to Harry, just because as I’ve known him longer, that’s all. I love to say that I have my own little night out routines with these three goof balls, Niall is my drinking and golfing buddy, Louis is my night club buddy, and Liam well, he’s more of my, let’s just kick back and chill buddy, but not the type of chill people love to do these days so please get your mind out of the gutter.
You know it’s strange though, just yesterday I was telling Harry about the fun time I had with the other boys and if I’m not mistaken, he actually got a little jealous? I mean maybe it’s just my imagination but I perfectly saw the way his features just tightened intensely, even his jawline seemed sharper than usual. When I asked him if he was okay, he tried to play it off telling me that the food he ordered was a little too spicy, but I know my best friend all too well, he is absolutely horrible at hiding his emotions, still, I decided not to push the issue, I didn’t want to ruin all the fun we were having and make things awkward. Now that it’s the next night, Harry and I decided to do something more simple, at first he wanted to go out again but I had suggested for us to have a nice movie night, just like when we were younger, or even better watch the packers game together that’s comming on in about an hour.
I was already dressed up in my most comfortable clothing and grabbed the snacks I had went out shopping for earlier, setting everything up in the living room and placing the stack of dvd’s I got from redbox. My eyes happen to glance at the time and my brows furrowed to see that Harry was not here yet and he said he would be in this exact time. I grabbed my phone and texted him asking of his wereabouts since usually he’s very prompt. As a response I saw the glow of my screen brighten up with his picture. My thumb tapped on the green button… “Loser!” I playfully greeted as I placed the phone against my ear. “Well that’s harsh!” He jokingly yelled on the other line, causing me to take the cell away from me for a second. “Haha sorry you know I love you, where are you? Are you stuck in traffic or something?” “Sort of but s'not why I called.” My brows furrowed once more curiously… “What’s up then Styles?” “Eeeeeehhhh…how angry would you be if I changed our plans for the evening?” I rolled my eyes with a head shake, not angrly though… “I actually wouldn’t be mad dude, what do you have in mind this time?” I quizzed, letting out a bit of a sigh as I began to put away the snacks and movies again.
“Well Li-” “Hold on, before you tell me, do I need to change my clothes? Like is it a must?” I ask. “Depends love, what are you wearing?” “Sweats, a plain white t shirt, and my cookie monster slippers.” I explained, immediately earning myself a rapsy chuckle. “You’re adorable poppet.” I grinned with a slight laugh and just waited for him to tell me. “Yes you have to change clothes, big time. Liam is actually having a party at his house, he texted me saying that you and I are more than welcome to come, but if you don’t want to we could just stay in it’s alright.” He assured me. I took a moment to think about it, from what I’ve experienced Liam throws some pretty wild parties, and this is that he’s a really laid back guy, but get a few shots of grey goose in him and he’s anytbing BUT laid back. I had a really great time last bash so I guess tonight should also be fun, especially now that Harry is here. “(Y/N)?…” He called out, snapping me out of my thinking. “Wha? Oh! I’m still here, um you know what? Let’s go! I’m in the mood to party. Let’s me just get dressed really quick.” “Great, I’m pretty close to you, so I’ll be there in a bit and we can go.” “Sounds good, later Haz.” I say before we hung up on each other. As soon as I plugged my phone so it could charge for a bit I hauled ass down the small hallway of my bedroom to see what the heck I throw on.
Lord knows how long it took to search for the right outfit but I finally found the perfect one, it was cute but also simple, just a nice thick strapped little black dress with a jean jacket, sheer tights, and my black and white converse. I let my messy bun down and straightened it as fast as I could, then after I thanked God that I had some time to put on makeup and make myself look presentable. As I was putting on some sparkly highlight I heard my phone ringing again in the living room. I took some quick steps to answer it and sure enough Harry was outside. “Let me just get my small purse I’ll be out in a second.” “It’s alright love, no rush.” He kindly promised, I swear to God he has the patience of a saint, sadly I can never be like it, too much of a short fuse honestly. I ran around the house once more, almost making myself sweat like a pig trying go gather the things I need to bring with me, perfume, gum, deordorant, feminine care products, house keys, extra lipstick, hair bands, and last but not least, a bottle of pain killers in case I go overboard with the Ciroc like last time.
Finally, I was out the door and Harry was standing against his car looking down at his phone, he looked very handsome, well when doesn’t he? But tonight he looked extra hansome if that was possible. To be honest it made me kind of think twice about what I chose to wear. “Hey curly.” I tell him as I approached. He glanced up at me and immediately shot a devilish smirk, I already know all too well what’s gonna come out of those bubblegum colored lips next, he parted them but I raised up a firm finger to interrupt. “Haz! I swear to God if you start singing little black dress I’m gonna kick your ass!” I warned, he literally does it EVERY time I wear this out. His mouth dropped then quickly formed into a grumpy baby pout… “You don’t like it when I sing to you?…” “What? No I love it it’s just-” “LITTLE BLACK DRESS JUST WALKED INTO THE ROOM!! MAKING HEADS TURN!! CAN’T STOP LOOKING AT YOU!! TAKE IT (Y/N)!!” “No.” I muttered with a bored expression. “Take it or you could WALK to the party!” Harry shot, making me gasp dramatically in response. “So it’s gonna be like that?” “Yea.” He also muttered, mocking my bored stare.
I slightly grunted, screw it, might as well… “It’s alright! It’s alright! It’s alright you know! Can we please go now?” I lightly pressed. “You would absolutely fail the X factor.” “SHUSH!” I claimed, smacking him on his tatted arm. “Ow! I’m kidding (Y/N)! Jesus!…Really though you look stunning poppet.” He compliments, moving a strand of hair away from my face. I smiled and rubbed the same arm I smacked.. “Thanks man, so do you.” He gave me a thankful smile and followed me to the passenger side of his car to open the door for me like the gentlemen he was raised to be.
It only took about an hour to reach Liam’s huge house since he lives all the way up in the hills of Hollywood. The loud sound of the music was already making the ground tremble from the huge speakers we could easily see from a mile away, it almost felt like a mild earthquake, if he decides to blast it up any louder I think he can make California go through the big one. There were an awfull lot of people, more than the last party he threw, and most of them were drunk out of their minds. “Bloody hell where do I even park?…” Harry huffed, his emerald eyes searching around to find a free space in the middle of what looked like thousands of cars. I helped him and kept an eye out as well, it took quite a while but fortunately someone came out of the house and drove away, leaving us a good spot to leave the old rage rover in. Of course Harry stepped out of the vehicle first and ran over to the other side to open my door again and help me out.
The moment I landed onto the outside I couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable. I wasn’t joking when I said that there are way too many people here… I could clearly feel the perverted eyes of a random drunk guy on me as Haz and I walked up to the entrance gates of the house, it gave me such terrible vibes it wasn’t even funny. I happened to take a small glance at him and I was right, he definately had his glassy eyes locked on me, well more like my chest and legs. I looked down and notcied I had some clevelage showing so I quickly pulled up the black fabric to cover up and closed up my sweater a bit more. “You alright there tiny?” I heard Harry question, snapping my head to his direction. I looked up at his tall figure and he had a bit of a smile going on, but it faded almost instantely when he saw how nervous I must’ve seemed, he even stopped walking and stared down at me with great concern. “What’s the matter?” “Nothing, I just caught that guy staring at me…” “Which guy?” “The one by the end of the gate…” I tell him.
Without hesitation his eyes landed on the wasted male and shot him the most intimidating glare I have ever witnessed…it’s safe to say I have never seen him look so scary before… “Hm, don’t you worry about that arsehole, he’s fucked if he even comes near you.” “Hey Harry man be careful, he may be drunk but he’s still bigger than you.” “That doesn’t make him a threat love.” He sternly promised. My orbs went wide at his words, I never knew this side of him, I never even thought once that he was capable of getting this angry and protective, guess I don’t really know my best friend as much as I thought I did. My eyes didn’t go completely wide until he shocked me by putting a strong arm around my waist, holding me closely on his opposite side so that I was blocked from the stranger’s view. I have to admit being so close to him with zero space in between us made me feel just a wee bit fuzzy inside, especially when he wouldn’t let go and was cautious of other men around as he entered the gigantic house.
It wasn’t until we were completely inside the house did his arm wiggle away from me. The music was a little too loud for my taste, but I was already feeling the need to dance my ass off, another thing Harry quickly noticed. “I see you’re really feeling the beat already!” He yelled with a wide smile over the booming speakers. I looked down and saw how my waist was already moving side to side, I swear I didn’t feel that at all. “I can’t help it!” I shrugged with an amused beam. Just then Liam immediately spotted the two of us from upstairs and practically ran to hug me with a shot in his hand, then of course he proceeded to greet his band brother. “I’m so glad you guys can make it! I thought you lames weren’t going to show up!” “Well have no fear the LIFE of the party is here!” I jokingly shot, locking arms with Harry. Liam flipped me off and I chuckled, raising my middle finger in the air as well. Harry just shook his head at the two of us and searched around for something… “Already looking for a girl to make out with? Possibly hook up?” I smirked. “Hehehe, no not at all actually, but you know if you’re up for it, so am I.” He also smirked with wink. I couldn’t help but allow my jaw to drop to the floor, Liam himself was left surprised, I mean he has been sort of flirty with me before, what boy and girl who are just friends doesn’t flirt atleast slightly? But he most definately stepped it up tonight. What’s with this boy surprising me today?
He side hugged me and gave me a fast peck on my head, his deep accented voice fairly close to my ear as he spoke… “Just kidding poppet, you’re way more than just a makeout session and a one night stand believe you me.” And there he goes again, leaving me speechless but this time he decided to throw in my cheeks turning as red as an extra hot cheetoe, through the colorful flashing lights I could see how his features softened up slowly, almost making him appear sad if I’m not mistaking as he looked down on the shiny floor. My glossed lips parted to say something in response but he beat me to it… “Payno, where are the drinks?” He asked, pressed more like it. “Oh! Right over there down in the kitchen mate, all the glasses are under the island so help yourself.” Liam assured. “Thank God, I need a few, thanks.” He muttered, but loud enough for us to hear while he walked away and dissapeared out of sight. I have this radther weird feeling inside of me, he was looking fine a second ago but now he just looks down right irritated, like if something is deeply bothering him…or has been deeply bothering him and I just never knew.
“Liam!” I called out, making him turn his head to me meanwhile he down he hard liquor in his small glass, his brows raised as a signal for me to tell him… “Is my mind playing tricks on me or does he look kind of agitated?” “Does he? Hm, maybe, I didn’t really notice quite honestly.” He said with a shrug and pout. I just shook myself out of my concern, I’m sure after putting some alcohol in his system he’ll be his cheerful froggy self once more. “Alright everybody! Come to the dance floor! This next song is really going to get this party started!” The DJ announced, and the second he dropped the tune with cheers filling the building, I was more in the mood to dance than ever, the song he was now playing was one of my absolute favourites. “Oh my gosh! I fucking love this song! Liam dance with me?!” I offered, gripping his forearm in excitement. He slightly laughed and nodded with a friendly smile, placing his empty glass down on one of his coffee tables and taking a hold of my hand to lead us to the dance floor.
Before we began to move our bodies together, I looked ahead in the direction of the kitchen to check on Harry, hoping that he was okay and having a good time. At first he was unable to be seen, which for some reason worried me, but then I caught clear sight of him sipping on some brown liquor and actually talking to a pretty red headed girl. From what it appeared they were having a nice conversation, because they were all smiles and laughter. I felt very relieved knowing that he was good, and getting lose with the jack. “(Y/N)?!” Liam called my name, gaining my attention from staring at Haz. “Shit sorry man, just checking on my bestie.” I notified, he nodded again in understanding and we just started dancing from there. At first we kept a bit of distance from each other, but as we got more into the music, before I knew it I was dancing with my body pressed against his, feeling his large hands firmly holding on to my waist as I shook my hips. He was also shaking his side to side, and I couldn’t help but blush a nice shade of pink to feel his member through his black jeans, but I tried my best to ignore it and just continue to enjoy myself.
Almost halfway through the second jam I could feel myself being watched by a certain pair of green eyes. I looked up over Liam’s shoulder, my hair kind of damp from the heat of moving my body to the fast songs, for certain I caught Harry red handed staring at me from the same spot in the kitchen he was in, there were more people around him this time, all laughing and talking except for him. You would think that me catching him staring my way would make him turn his head, but he didn’t, he kept concentrating on me and Liam dancing. The house may have been dark but he definately stood out in the middle of that darkness to me, his face was blank, I couldn’t exactly tell if he was down or up, but one thing was for sure he seemed less happier the more he kept his stare at us.
It began to make me go into deep thought once more, I have absolutely no idea why Harry has been acting so weird… First the way he cringed when I told him about how it was while he was gone, then the way he got protective me of outside, the way his own sweet words for me made him look broken, and now the way he’s looking towards me…something’s up and I seriously want to know, I feel like he’s holding something back from me, something serious…my heart is telling me to confront him about his behavior lately, but the only thing that holds me back is having that honest confrontation turn into an argument. I know Harry have had our share of those before but I just don’t want to mess up anything and make him regret comming back to LA. I witnessed the way he grabbed the little bit of brown liquor that was left in the bottle and just downed it like if it was water. Oh no…don’t tell me I’m the one who’s gonna have to drive us home tonight…
I can also see how the same red head chick tried to call out for him and gain his attention once more, but he was ignoring her, in fact he ignored her completely and tossed the bottle aside, walking out of the kitchen and comming up to Li and I. As he took heavy steps towards us the last fast song of the night finished and Liam and I leaned away from each other to fan ourselves and get some cool night air comming through the open doors. “Wow that was hot….” He chuckled, taking off his black hoodie sweater and exposing his white wifebeater shirt that hugged his perfectly shaped body. “Ugh I know, maybe next party you can have your AC on.” I chuckled as well while fanning myself and tying my hair up into a messy ponytail. “Oh that is a promise love.” He agreed. “Alright party people let’s make things slow and romantic to end the night!” The DJ announced, putting on some slow, romantic music, ironically the song Night Changes. “Still want to dance?” Liam offered, holding his hand out to me, I shrugged with a nodd but right when I took it Liam turned around to Harry tapping him on the shoulder.
“I think I’ll cut in this one mate…” Harry semi slurred, aw man I knew it, he’s pretty smashed, his emerald orbs were dark and really glassy, and his voice sounded a lot more deeper if that was even possible. “Woah lad how many drinks did you have?” Liam asked with concern. “Never you mind about that Paynooo…I’m having fun that’s all.” He answered, placing a hand on his shoulder to shake it. “I know but are you gonna be alright though?” “Yea yea I’m a big boy not a child, now leave us, find some other girl to dance with…” He playfully shoved his head to make him go away but I could very well see some daggers being shot with that last statement. Thankfully Liam didn’t notice and just shrugged having an amused beam on his face and then left us alone. He finally looked down at me once again and a huge bright grin made it’s presence be known as he reached for my hand and intertwined it with his, pulling me slowly closer to him. “C'mere angel.” He slowly and deeply calls me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck while his hands held my hips, a little more firmly than Liam may I add. “I didn’t think you were planning on drinking so much tonight Mr.Styles.” “Mmm well….it helps Ms.(L/N)…” I squinted my eyes and bit my lip in curiousity for a slight moment… “…Helps what exactly?…” I hesitated to inquire. Then a small gasp was taken into my lips as he went from holding my hips to snaking both of his arms around my waist fully and pulling me closer to his body, our chests pressing so much against each other I can almost feel my boobs getting mildly crushed, I felt chills go down my spine just like before… “Hmmmm…” I heard him hum, feeling the heat of his breathing while he had his face burried into my neck. At first this felt weird, at the same time….strangely comfortable…as if it was normal for him to do something this affectionate with me.
“Helps me forget…but now it’s all commin back…” He muttered into my skin, making goosebumps rise up like no tomorrow, the feel of his soft pinkish heart shaped lips felt moving as he spoke ever so slowly as if he’s trying to stress every word that comes out of him. It made me feel some type of fire I guess you can say in my chest, and oddly it caused me to start picturing the sensational feel of them actually kissing my neck, but I immediately shook off the racey thought…even though I sort of didn’t want to to be truthfull. I went ahead and rubbed a soothing hand on the soft dark grey cotton fabric of his shirt that covered his toned back while my other rested on his shoulder. Our bods moving slowly in circles to the soft sound blaring from the speakers that were only some inches away from us. Aw man Harry smells so wonderful…that cologne of his is very captivating…it’s so attractive and suits him very well, the smell of his curly brown hair was also delightful, and the feel of it was very soft, I almost felt like I was touching the hair of a real life angel. I decided to play with it a little as I talked with him… “What’s comming back Harry?…What are you trying to forget?…”
I awaited his reply but I didn’t seem to be getting one, he was so quiet just leaning himself on me. I rubbed small circles on his back then patted him… “Haz?…Come on tell me…Harry?” I called, then suddenly I felt him getting heavier and heavier on me, it made me stumble back a few steps. “Woah woah woah! Harry! Dude! Don’t tell me you’re sleeping!” I yelled and with all my strength pushed his torso away. Sure enough I was right, he was seriously sleeping, no wonder I felt us stop dancing, but in less than a second he woke up, frantically looking around him until he sighed relieved to see me standing in front of him. “Oh there you are love…” “Good morning.” I played. “Where’d you go off to?” He asked with a raised brow, I see how he can barely keep himself standing straight. “Dang you’re really plowed aren’t you?” I giggle. “Wha?…” “You just fell asleep while we were dancing!” I humorously exclaimed. He took a look at his surroundings and came to his senses that he was still at the party… “Oh…right…sorry for that but…you’re very comfortable…I love being in your arms.” He shyly confessed, his smile more adorable than ever before.
I smiled in return and shook my head… “Awww you’re just saying that because you always get extra affectionate when you’re wasted.” “Noooo….I mean it!” He says, taking my hand into his once more and trying to pull me close to him. “Come be my pillow again poppet…” I gotta admit that was pretty darn cute but I had to refuse his request… “No no you’re gonna fall asleep again and I CANNOT carry you!” “Fiiiine…in that case can we go?…M'not comfortable here anymore…my head’s hurting too now..” I rubbed his shoulder and agreed, plus the DJ decided to play a couple of more fast songs and now everybody was basically fucking each other on the dance floor around us. Even though we just got here it’s best for us to step out, we both had our small amount of fun after all so it’s all good. “Okay let’s get out of here, but first give me your car keys, you’re in no condition to drive.” Harry slowly patted his pockets and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he touched his pack pockets…oh God what happened?… “Holy shit…” Was all he could manage to say. “No. Don’t tell me you lost the car keys please!” I pleaded. “No not that…my bum feels incredibly firm!” He loudly laughed, eyes shutting tight and all. “It’s like two stones glued together back there!!” I face palmed and shook my head, trying my best not to crack up with him. “Quit screwing around Styles! Car keys!” I ordered, holding out my palm.
Unfortunately he was a little too busy busting a gut to give me anything. I snorted and smacked his arm, “Haz!” “Wha?!” “Ugggh!” I grunted and went behind him to grab them from his back pocket and pushed on his rock hard ass to start walking, which caused him to flinch. “Move it mister!” “Woah! Hey officer what seems to be the problem?…” He devilishly smirked. “Oh my God! Just shut up and keep walking!”
Once we reached the cool, breezy outside and lord knows how I was even able to get this boy into the rage rover with no help whats so ever, as I drove us both back to my small house he slowly started to fall asleep again, but I kept having to tell him to look alive because I still had to get his ass OUT of the car. Boy do I freakin regret making him stay up though, because now he wouldn’t stop singing his heart out…not that I wasn’t enjoying it, after all he does have one of the most amazing voices in the world, but when he sang while DRUNK, well…actually he still sounded pretty awesome, but it was extremely loud in the small space we’re in. “NOBODY CAN DRAG ME DOWWWWWWooooWWWoooooWWWNNN!!” “Harry, I think you should-” “DOOWWWWN!!” I turn my head to glare at him and he just laughed like the little shit he’s being. “Yea I did that to annoy you…” “I see that, thanks so much.” I murmured, turning my sight back to the road ahead of me. I felt him grab one of my hands off the steering wheel to hold it, intertwining our fingers together and gently stroking my skin with his thumb, he was holding it a whole differently this time….yup…another moment for me to be blushing like crazy for the millionth time… “Hehehe awww m'sorry baby you were saying?…”
I almost killed myself snapping my head back to face him, my eyebrows raised up so high I thought they were gonna fly off my face. Did I just hear correctly or I had a few drinks myself at the party and don’t remember? Because that truly hit home… “Um…W-what did you just call me?…” I nervously laughed, but my face was kind of serious… All of the sudden it was as if he wasn’t so drunk anymore, he sat up straight in his seat, instantely taking his hand away from mine in realization of not only the way he was holding it but also what had just slipped out of him. He just simply cleared his throat loudly and looked out the window, then from there on out heavy silence took control over us both.
Our tongues had literally stopped knowing how to form any words, I wish I knew what to say at this point, but putting all of these clues he has given me throughout the recent time together, it’s fairly obvious just what the hell is going on here. Only minutes had passed but the silence was basically killing me, and if he wasn’t going to start talking then I will…. “Harry…I think you and I might need to talk…” “There’s nothing to talk about (Y/N)…” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that…” I almost whispered, seeing how he broke his concentration from the window. “Is this because I called you baby just now?…It was an honest mistake. Matter of fact you shouldn’t think anything of it.” He stated in a radther stern tone, geez that sounded pretty harsh actually…I guess my thoughts were wrong… But why do I feel hurt? Shouldn’t I be relieved? “Okay…got it…but there was no need for you to get mad just saying.” “I didn’t get mad woman.” “Dude, you have no filter.” I remind him and gave him the side eye. “Fine, sorry..”
A few more minutes of agonizing silence later, we arrived at my house at last. I pulled up to my drive way, parking right behind my car and removing the keys out of the ignition. I glanced at him and I could tell his head was pounding heavily. I reached inside my purse and grabbed the bottle of pain killers I had taken earlier and put two in my hand. “Here drink these, your head isn’t gonna let you sleep.” “Oh…thank you…but..j-just one sec…” He tells me, opening his passenger door to blow chunks. Once again, I rubbed soothing circles on his back with giggles escaping my lips, this boy I swear… Harry threw up a little more and wiped the left over bite of barf on his mouth. “You good?” I asked, squeezing his shoulder when he came back inside and shut the door. “Yea…but I’m sorry I threw up on your cat.” “I don’t have a cat…” I pointed out. “Shit…” He opened the door again and looked around… “Who’s ever cat I just vomitted on I’m sorry!!”
Loud laughter released itself from me, knowing my neighbor’s are gonna be so pissed tomorrow. Harry looked back at me and snorted, quickly cracking up with me. We stayed in the car with our guts tightening for a moment before we were able to catch our breaths. “Oh my God I fucking love you.” I chuckled and unbuckled my seatbelt. “Love you too bugger.” “Come on let’s get you some coffee, I have extra toothbrushes inside so you could wash your mouth too.” I notified. “Sounds fantastic thank you.” “Think you can make it in the house by yourself?” I questioned, only seeing him nodd, well, he should be a little more stable now that he got the worst part overwith.
Once we got inside the house, I gave him the toothbrush and a new bottle of mouth wash and he hurried himself straight to the bathroom to freshen up. When he came back he drank the pain killers and I told him to rest on the couch while I prepared his coffee. I took a look at the clock and it was way passed midnight, I didn’t even realize it was almost going to be three o'clock in the morning, no wonder I feel so sleepy. The coffee machine started beeping and I poured it in a blue glass mug then walked over to the couch where he was laying in, only to find him snoring and sleeping like a baby. I smiled at how cute he looked and placed the mug on the small table in front of him, grabbing a small blanket from the dryer and placing it over his large body. After putting one of the couch cushions under his head I stroked his light brunette hair, noticing how a small smile would perk up on the corner of his lips as I touched him that way. “Hehe, goodnight curly fry…” I whispered, followed by a huge yawn that signaled me to knock out myself. And believe me as soon as my body hit my bed, it was like someone disconnected me and shut me down completely…
Throughtout the dark of the night, as my chest was slowly rising up and down and my legs were sloppily spread out on the mattress with my blanket only covering some parts of my body… I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or not, but I felt a gentle hand touching my cheek, stroking my skin delicately, and I can feel all my hair that was covering me up being carefully taken away. Then I heard a handsome and sweet voice lowly mutter my name… “(Y/N)…” I couldn’t really respond immediately, because in my mind I thought just hearing things so decided to ignore… “(Y/N)…” I was called again, then I felt that same gentle hand go up and down my arm… “Poppet please wake up…” Right when I heard that word my eyes quickly opened, realizing that it was Harry. “Hmmm…” I hummed, shifting my body to sit myself up and turn on my lamp.
“Harry?…” I croaked, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes. “The one and only.” He nervously chuckled, tapping his finger on the corner of his mouth to tell me I have druel. “Oh…my bad.” I say, wiping it off…well isn’t that embarassing…oh wow I just noticed that he’s shirtless but I’m gonna try my hardest to pretend he’s not… “What’s wrong? I thought you were sleeping. Did you get sick again?” I asked, running my fingers through my messy hair. “No…well I still feel a bit woozy but I’m alright…I just couldn’t sleep, I’m sorry for waking you up but I wanted to talk to you.” “It couldn’t wait till the morning?…” I ask. He shook his head and said a soft “no.” with a shy smile. I re tied my hair up again and got myself a little more comfortable. “Okay, I’m listening.” “M'sorry for getting upset with you in the car. I feel really bad for that…” I just say quietly and stared at him for a few minutes before shrugging… “Um..alright…is that why you couldn’t sleep you dork? You already apologized for that anyway.” I giggled. “Shut your face…there’s more than that…way more..” Harry smiled, but it faded in the blink of an eye, my concern rised up to his stare, he looked so worried especially with the way his thumbs were fiddling with each other and his foot was frantically tapping the floor.
“Hey, come on look at me…” I tell him, putting a calming hand on his tatted forearm, his green orbs looked straight into mine as I spoke… “Wow I have never seen you this nervous before, not even for a concert…what’s going on Harry?” “Aaahh I’m…I just don’t know how to tell you…” “Why? You and I have been super close for many years I’m sure by now you know you could tell me absolutely anything.” I promised, rubbing his forearm up and down, but he stopped it and grabbed a hold of it instead, his grip on it was pretty tight, and I can also feel his palms sweating. I officially started to get nervous myself, if you could hear the way my heart was racing you would think it would break out of my ribs any moment now. He kept his concentration on my hand… “Um…C-Can I lay next to you first?…” I hesitated for a second but I slowly nodded. “Sure.” I simply said, scooching over and allowing him to come to my right. We both got ourselves comfortable and we just layed facing each other until… “C'mere…” He whispered, bringing me into his arms and pressing me against his bare body. My face heated up on the quickness, the way his hard and smooth chest felt on my cheek… hearing the way his heat was racing at first but now listening to it come to a more steady pace…was it because he’s holding me now?
“Sorry I know this is a bit weird…” “It’s alright, no worries, now tell me what’s on your mind.” I say, just staring at one of the birds on his chest and tracing it with my finger. “Here goes…While I was gone…I’ve realized that….(Y/N) I’m in love with you…” My expression went completely blank, I almost felt paralyzed, everything in my body went cold and numb…I mean with everything I’ve seen from him I can’t say I didn’t see this comming, I figured it out back at the party, I just never thought in a million years it would actually be true. “(Y/N)?…Please say something before I have a heart attack…” Before YOU have a heart attack?! “I uh…my God Harry that’s mighty big thing you just told me…I mean how did you even come to realize that?…I mean this isn’t the liquor talking right?” “No of course not, and honestly everything about you made realize that love.” He replied, his huge palm going up and down my back.
I looked up at him and just said one word in question… “How?” Harry changed his position so that he looked down upon me more clearly, his head was resting on his palm that was stood up by his elbow, and his other arm was on top of my tummy still keeping physical contact with me. I just laid on my back and kept my sight on his dialated emerald eyes… “You’re humble, you have the biggest heart in the world, the most radiant smile that is highly contagious to me, you know damn well you’re beautiful but you don’t have a big head about it like most girls do these days. You make me so happy, but a kind of happy I have never experienced before. And I would always picture myself marrying someone exactly like you ever since I was a younger lad…but why would I need to find someone who’s LIKE you? When I already have the real deal right here in front of me in all her beauty? (Y/N), You are just a beautiful creation from above inside and out overall which I was so lucky enough to have so close to me throughout most of my life. God you even make me nervous all the bloody time, in fact you’re doing it right now see?” He asked, taking my hand and placing it on his smooth, inked up skin, his heart really was beating a thousand beats per minute.
I have to admit, I felt happiness hearing these sweet words from those kissable looking lips. But I don’t know why part of me began to already have some doubts… “Harry…I’m shocked, no guy has ever made me feel so loved like you’re doing right now…but you can have literally every girl in the entire world-” “But I only want one and she’s right here….” He slowly whispered, emphasizing every single word as much as possible. At this point our faces were only inches away from each other…I know that I was still in shock, but I know, I know for a fact that my heart wanted him too…I want to be with him…. I realize that now as well, and now that I truly take my time to think about it, I have had feelings for Harry since the day I’ve met him, it started out as a simple crush, but then they became stronger over the years. I’ve just always managed to push those feelings behind me and keep them there, even more when he became famous with the boys… Because I thought that he would never go for just a regular girl like me…but man…I was wrong…I was dead wrong…
“What’s on your mind poppet?…” “Nothing just…soaking all of this in…” “I know it’s something major…but I don’t regret telling you…although I might in the morning there’s still a wee bit of alcohol in me but..yea.” I slightly and quietly laughed, then taking a moment to just stare at his lips, they are really alluring me being so close to my own. “You alright down there?…” “I’m fine, just not really having a clue on what to say here..” “(Y/N) you don’t have to say anything…but I really would love it if you told me that…you love me back…baby please tell me you love me back…” He begged. “You called me baby again.” I stated with a smile. “Well you are my baby…you always will be to me…” Silence fell over us one more time, it became just like how it was in the car, neither of us knew what to say next. His handsome features said it all as a few minutes went by though, me being quiet was probably making him think that I don’t feel the same way… He looked down, a lot of hurt and a cracking heart evident in his orbs… “Um..look It’s more than okay if you don’t feel that way for me sweetheart…just know that I-” “Harry?…” “Mm?” He hummed, looked back over to me and I placed my hand on his cheek, stroking it gently… “Kiss me yea?” I beamed brightly, his eyebrows raising up high to the sky… “What?…do you really want me to?”
I nodded, my smile getting bigger if possible… and so was his… “Wait does that mean you-” “Yes it does, now shut up and come here poppet.” I say, using his same nickname for me for the first time since we’ve known each other. He happily hovered completely over me as I placed my hands on his neck and pulled his head down to me. I don’t know where I grew the balls to do something like this that I only ever just imagined, but I was so happy I did it, because when our lips connected, it was the most out of this world feeling in me, in both of us I’m sure, too amazing for words to describe perfectly to be honest. I know that any girl who is a huge fan of his would probably kill to be in my position, hell I would too if I weren’t me, his lips honest to God are the most tender and loving pair I have ever placed my own on, he is such an excellent kisser it’s seriously beginning to make me question whether this man is human or not… He’s an angel, my angel, and I know he’s going to make me the happiest female in the world. And just like how he pictures being my husband one day, I damn well picture being his wife.
I sure hope he remembers all of this in the morning, or atleast only our very first kiss…
Man, I love him…I really do love him…and if anything I’m the real lucky one here…
My goodness though, our kiss is getting pretty heated now, but don’t you dare think for one second we are gonna go from zero to one hundred just yet, ease back a little cause that special moment is for later. Although I’m not so sure with the way we are getting sexy at this point, and him being shirtless is not helping, also my hands can’t stop roaming on his muscular torso. Woah…he was surely right about what he said back at the party…
His butt truly is incredibly firm!
(This took me quite some time to write but I’m so happy I was finally able to finish it! I pray I did a good job! Love you all! 💕) -YessyLove🌶
Summary: It is hard for Deku to wrap his mind around the fact that he is dating Ochako Uraraka, the best girl he has ever met. For an awkward guy like him, navigating romance was a monumental challenge. One that would lead him to try to hide the ugliest part of himself — his scars.
Some days Izuku wondered whether falling in love would be the death of him.
The idea of even being in love was something he hardly ever fathomed as a child, isolated and unpopular as he was. Nobody was interested in associating with a quirkless loser like him, even as a friend, let alone a crush. He hardly even interacted with girls; they tended not to acknowledge him and he was far too shy to try to change that. His childhood had left him with zero experience when it came to romance, and for a long time, he was fine with that.
But now he cursed his social ineptitude and fortunes with all his might for leaving him wholly unprepared for the lovely, horrifying world of dating.