All I Need Is You
All I Need Is You- Harry Styles One Shot [Requested]
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Hiii babe. Just wanted to wish you a very, very happy birthday. Sorry I couldn’t be there to celebrate with you. Have got a whole day of interviews, so I’ll call you later tonight. I Love you.
You re-read the text message for what seemed like the tenth time since he had sent it earlier that morning. With the band back on tour, late night phone calls and scarce texts throughout the day were the only ways to stay in contact with him.
When he was gone, nothing felt quite the same. The apartment felt much too empty; his mug sitting on the counter untouched, his side of the closet a little emptier, and the bed felt cold at night.
You never made it a point to remind him about that though, because you knew it was hard on him too. Since you moved in with him, Harry couldn’t help the slight sense of guilt he felt whenever he had to leave you alone for such long periods of time.
He missed how you would always take up most of the bed and how he’d have to fight you for the covers in the middle of the night. The late night dinners on the living room floor, the lazy morning showers you would take together, all of it. When he had arrived at the first tour location and found the t-shirt you had snuck into his suitcase sprayed with his favorite perfume that you owned, he almost lost it. Being alone wasn’t his strong point.
“I am just a bit under the weather,” he confessed, looking away from his phone screen while you Skyped. The hotel bed not doing wonders for his sore back. “I love it here, do not get me wrong. It is beautiful, babe. I wish you could be here to see it. It’s just….I don’t know.”
Frowning, you lowered the volume of the television as you adjusted the laptop over your lap. “Are you feeling all right? Getting enough sleep?”
He nodded, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?” Your heart broke as you noticed his desolate expression. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Harry shrugged, not saying a word. He missed you more than he thought he would and it was proving to take a toll on him as the days slowly ticked by.
“Harry, please look at me.” You begged. You wanted to wrap your arms tightly around him and just hold him. Brush his hair back like you knew he liked it. “I do not know what to do,” your tone was desperate as you tried to find the words to try to fix him. “Tell me what I can do.”
“I need you,” he finally whispered. A simple confession that you painfully related to and it almost broke your heart.
That video call a couple days back had nearly brought you to tears. The stress of the tour, the many flights, it was all still overwhelming for him and you knew that. Your busy schedule at Uni and late night shifts at work didn’t help either.
Today was different though because after almost two months of not seeing each other, he had managed to go back to London for a whole weekend to be there for you on your special day.
It had all been planned in secret with the help of your best friend and his managers clearing the schedule to make it happen.
All day, he had been trying his hardest to avoid any type of contact with you. Your best friend had been quite vocal about not ruining the surprise and if there was anyone that would do that, it was him. Anything could slip out, so he decided to play it safe.
The long plane ride back had helped, so as soon as he landed he called her to make sure everything was still going according to plan.
“She doesn’t know, does she?”
Your friend scoffed as she stood outside the restaurant everyone had gathered at for your birthday dinner. “Who do you think you are speaking to, Styles? I am a stealth master, of course she doesn’t know.”
He laughed, shaking his head as he switched lanes on the road. “I guess that’s true.”
“Speaking of surprises, I should probably go back inside before she suspects anything. One can only ‘excuse themselves to the restroom’ for so long before some concern arises. Are you nearby?”
“Yeah, a couple minutes away actually,” his grip tightened on the steering wheel with anticipation, the restaurant visible only a couple blocks ahead. “Don’t worry, I can handle it from here. Thank you again, for helping me with all of this. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you, love.”
A lot of your friends from Uni and work had come together for dinner tonight and you couldn’t have been more grateful. A four course meal and a generous amount of drinks had you in a blissful mood. There was no other way you would have liked to spend it on this chilly night in London than with such a loving crowd of people.
Well, there was one person missing, your subconscious chimed in.
You brushed the reminder away though, not wanting to spoil the evening. Only a month to go before you would see him. It was okay.
Wrapping your tan coloured sweater (xxx) more tightly around your body, your fingers mindlessly traced his cross necklace that you always wore when he was gone.
“To keep you safe,” Harry had said as he clasped it around your neck the day he left. “And to remind you that I am here with you, always.”
Clearing your throat, you straightened up in your seat as you took another bite of the delicious pie.
“Cheers to the birthday girl, eh?” One of your co-workers raised her glass, grinning over at you. “May you have many more years and I hope we can celebrate every single one of them with you, doll.”
Setting your fork down, you smiled over at her before wiping your mouth with your napkin, mouthing a thank you and blowing her a kiss. Everyone else chimed in with the cheers as your best friend came back, her cheeks flushed as she sat back down just in time to raise her glass as well.
Just then, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. Turning around on your seat, you noticed your waiter smiling, holding up the check.
“I just wanted to let you know that someone already took care of your tab,” he announced, placing the paid for receipt on the table.
Your eyes widened at the news.
“Thanks mate,” your friend shot him a look before a look of recognition crossed his features. With one last nod, he bashfully congratulated you and walked off.
Turning back on your seat to face her, you raised your eyebrow. “What is going on?”
“I know there is one man missing from all of this,” she began. “And we also know how much you miss him, so he wanted to do this for you since he couldn’t join us for dinner.”
The tightening sensation returned in your chest. “Harry paid for it?”
Even if you would have known about it, you knew there was absolutely no way you could have stopped it. If there was one thing he liked doing, it was giving you things. Especially little details like this one. You weren’t in the relationship for that though, you were in it for him. The man who liked to have his hair played with as you two lied in bed together or while watching a film. The one who always tried to help out when you cooked but almost managed to almost burn the kitchen down each time. The one who stayed up late at night, just holding you, while you studied for an exam.
Harry was more than just fame and fortune; publicized qualities that constantly misinterpreted his real character. He was someone that would give you everything he had before taking any for himself.
“It was a surprise,” smiling, she wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “You know how he is, he insisted when we spoke on the phone a while back. It was all part of his gift to you I believe.”
On the phone? “Wait, what-“
“Oh!” Before you could question the situation any further, she was already out of her seat. “We should get a photograph of everyone! I am not leaving this place until we document everything and I get the recipe for the pie we ordered because that was delicious.”
Laughing slightly, you playfully rolled your eyes. She had been one of the first individuals you had met when you moved to London for school and you loved her with all your heart. Wild personality and all. Pulling out your cell phone again, you unlocked the screen and checked the time. It was much too late to call Harry where he was at the moment, so you would save that for the morning.
“Hi- hello, sir?” You heard her call to someone behind you. “Would you mind snapping a quick photograph of my mates and I? Trying to get a proper birthday shot with everyone in it.”
“Sure,” a male’s voice responded from behind you, your fingers freezing in the middle of composing a text message as you recognized the strong English accent. “Mind if I get one of the birthday girl first though?”
Harry grinned, taking the camera from her hands and standing in front of your table. “Smile on three or after I count to three?”
“Oh my God-“a choked laugh escaped your lips as you covered your mouth with one hand, your eyes already watering.
It felt unreal. To see him standing no more than three feet in front of you, the smile you fell in love with brightening the whole room. He was here. He was actually here.
“Surprise!” Your best friend exclaimed as everyone else in the table clapped to a plan perfectly executed. “You have got no idea how hard it was to sneak this one halfway across the world without you finding out.”
Not realizing it was happening, you felt warm tears trail down your cheeks, still not able to even form a coherent sentence. It felt almost like a dream after not seeing him for such a long time to have him right here.
“Aw baby,” he chuckled as he set the camera down on the table. “Don’t cry, love. Come here.”
You bolted out of your seat so quickly that the chair fell back but you did not care as you practically ran to the other side of the table.
Harry opened his arm wide before you crashed against his chest, your fingers quickly clutching the fabric of his black leather jacket (xxx) as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Picking you up, your legs wrapped around his waist.
You did not even care anymore as your light tears turned into full on sobs of pure happiness. One of his hands went up to hold your head against the curve of his neck while his other arm held your body up.
In that moment, Harry felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off of his shoulders. The scent he had grown so used to being around, the body that molded perfectly against his, it was all here.
You pulled back to get a good look at him. His disheveled brown curls, a little bit longer now. The spark was back in his beautiful green eyes and his smile did not falter, the dimples on his cheeks quite noticeable.
“I missed you,” he whispered, only for you to hear as he wiped his thumb under your eyes, clearing the moisture. He only had to inch his face slightly forward up to have his mouth barely brushing yours. “I missed you so much. I love you with all my heart, you know that right? You look so beautiful every single time I see you.”
“I love you,” you cried against his lips, holding his face with both hands as you pressed your lips against his. “I love you,” you repeated between kisses. “So much, Harry.”
He grinned against your lips, pulling you back to press his warm lips against yours once again. The kiss was slow and full of longing, almost as if everything you had felt during his absence was manifested there and you wanted to kiss it away.
“All right you two,” one of your friends said, shaking her head as she smiled at the two of you. “Save that for tonight before you give us all a free show.”
“Do you hear that?” Harry whispered in the darkness of the bedroom of your apartment. “It’s raining.”
You barely lifted your head from his warm chest to glance over at window. It was dark outside, but the slight illumination from a lamp post allowed you to see the raindrops continuously falling down.
“Yeah,” you whispered, staring out the window. The noise of the droplets hitting the glass creating a very calming sound throughout the room. “It is.”
For a couple seconds, you both enjoyed the almost rhythmic pattern of it from the comfort of the bed. His jacket and your shirt both discarded at the end of your bed while the other clothing items were scattered in a careless mess starting at the living room and all the way back in here. The earlier glasses of wine you had shared when you came back to your apartment making you feel warm and cozy, were still sitting on the kitchen counter.
“I never thought I would miss the rain so much,” he confessed. His fingers were slowly tracing mindless patterns on your bare back, occasionally spelling out his name.
You hummed in agreement, tightening your arms around him.
“I missed you second most, I promise. “He teased, tilting your chin up.
Smiling, you leaned on your forearms to be able to look at him in the eyes. “Thank you so much for everything, Harry. For dinner, for coming here. I know how busy you are, so this means the world to me.”
His hands moved to brush the hair away from your face, smoothing it back. “I am sorry it is only for a little while.”
You shook your head, turning your head to press your lips against the palm of his hand. “Even a couple days feel like heaven. I wouldn’t ask for anything else.”
“I never got to properly congratulate you.”
“Harry,” you laughed, glancing over at the clock before looking back at him. “It is past midnight anyways. My birthday has been over for a couple of hours.”
Ignoring your protest, Harry sat up on the bed, laying you down on your back before he moved to prop himself over your body, his forearms on either side of your head. “Let me have a moment to make my own speech, woman.”
Having him so close, feeling his skin right against yours never failed to send shivers through your body.
“All right, all right,” you gripped his biceps on either side, running your hands up and down his firm muscles. “I am ready.”
Clearing his throat, his expression turned serious as he trailed his hands down your naked sides, memorizing every curve as he spoke.
“Well, first things first, I reckon my girlfriend has such great b-“
“Harry!” You yelped as his hands trailed down farther than necessary at the moment. “Behave,” you playfully scolded, laughing at his cheeky actions. “I know what you are thinking, mister.”
“Sorry,” he laughed as well before quickly pecking your lips. “Couldn’t help myself.”
Even naked, you could never be as possibly comfortable with anyone else as you were with him.
“I remember when I first met this girl,” he began, his gaze fixed on yours. “She had the most beautiful eyes. I think that was the instant I fell in love with her, right when she properly looked at me.”
You could feel your cheeks getting warm as you averted your gaze. “Be serious.”
Before he spoke, you felt two fingers tilt your chin back up to look at him again.
“I am,” he smiled. The feelings came back all over again in that moment as he looked down at you. Each time you looked at him, he completely melted in your hands. There was something about your eyes that from the very beginning, knocked him out right at his weak spot.
“I was so nervous when I first asked her out, oh man, I just-“Harry exhaled, remembering the hour long phone call he had with his mum about it a day before. Anne knew him well enough to know in that moment that this was something special. “I thought I was going to pass out when I pulled up to your apartment that day. I guess it’s true, I am not as smooth with the ladies as I’d like to make myself believe.”
This time, you reached up to run your fingers through his face. “You are the smoothest, most charming man I have ever met, babe. Oh, your jokes are also the best I have ever heard.”
He narrowed his eyes. “My jokes are funny.”
You bite your lip as you nodded, trying not to laugh.
“As I was saying,” he grinned, kissing the tip of your nose. “I never told you, but after we kissed for the first time and I dropped you off at your apartment afterwards, I sat in my car for five minutes smiling like a bloody fool. I knew in that moment, I would not be able to get you out of my mind. I raked my head every day to find any excuse to speak with you.”
Your heart felt like it was going to beat right out of your chest with every confession he made. “Is that why you would ‘accidentally’ call me almost every night?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice,” he smiled. “I loved it when you said my name.”
As your fingers continued to run through his hair, you felt like there was no humanly way possible to love this man more than you already did. His raw honesty, how he wasn’t embarrassed or afraid to tell you any of this meant a lot to you. Honesty was not ever easy, yet Harry let it all out like he only had tonight to do so.
“I fell in love with a beautiful girl, who to this day, still takes my breath away.” He could surely hear your accelerated heart rate, you were sure of it at this point. “I miss sleeping next to her when I am away. I miss the way the pillow next to mine smells like your perfume, or the way you get mad at me when I do not separate the laundry. I miss not hearing you sing in the shower while you get ready in the morning. I miss everything about you, more than you know. I will never forget the first time we got into a huge fight and you stormed out of the pub into the pouring rain. Even when you had every reason to go, to never speak to me again, you still said to me ‘Don’t ever leave.’ Even in that moment, I knew I would never be able to let you go.”
He was simply tired of feeling alone.
You remained silent, not because you did not know what to say, but simply because you were afraid that if you opened your mouth to say anything, you would break down in tears again. No one had ever been so honest with their emotions for you before. Another thing that further convinced you of how special this man from Holmes Chapel was.
Harry studied your face, trying to gather a reaction from everything he had just said. Perhaps it had been too much. Too much, too soon.
“Say something,” he whispered. “Please…I don’t know if I said too much. I’m sorry-“
Without saying a word, you pulled his face back down to yours. His lips were urgent against yours, almost as if he feared that when he opened his eyes you would be gone for sure this time. Never in his life had he wanted to hold on to someone so badly.
“I am in love with you,” you firmly stated against his lips. “I don’t just love you, I am truly, madly, and deeply in love with you, Harry Styles. Never, ever, apologize for telling me how you feel. You will always be the only one for me, no matter how long you are gone for. A couple months are nothing in a lifetime, and I am so, so proud of you for how hard you work. This is what you love, and I will always support you with it. You were the best surprise tonight.”
Moving his hands to intertwine his fingers with yours over your head, he spoke the words before he was even able to fully process them.
“I’m going to marry you someday.”
It was kind of like the feeling after the first kiss. The rush, the excitement, the nerves, love. Except that you made him feel like that every single day. You helped him be a better man. Call it the extra glass of wine talking, but he would not take those six words back. It was a promise for the future that you two were more than willing to wait for.
That was the only surprise you ever wanted from him. Just to have him here, with you. That was exactly what you needed.——
Thank you for the request and I hope you all enjoyed it!
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