60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me" with harry please❤️❤️
here it is, sorry it took me so long i hope you like it 💕
I was having a small get together at my place to celebrate Harry’s single coming out and his appearance on SNL, all of us still buzzing with the excitement from seeing the show in person. Everyone was drinking and talking about their favorite parts of the night, and praising Harry on his accomplishments so far. He had been grinning all night, and I was sure his cheeks probably hurt from it. Even so, his smile never faltered, not even for a second.
Seeing him perform on his own for the first time was honestly amazing. He looked right at home on that stage with his band. Throughout his performances he would look over at me and I’d smile, and he’d smile back, and it seemed to calm his nerves a bit every time. He had been extremely nervous all week, being that he had to perform two new songs and be in skits.
It was after rehearsal one day, which I had been the only one of Harry’s friends to be invited to attend, that I had saw him kind of staring off. He had something big on his mind. I walked up to him, breaking him out of his trance.
“Oh, hey,” He smiled slightly, still a bit out of it.
I chuckled. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” He waved me off, putting his guitar down on its stand and turning back to me. “Just thinking about stuff, is all.”
We sat on the edge of the stage, our feet on the stairs as it got quiet. After a while, Harry spoke up.
“I’m so damn nervous, (y/n).” He sighed, looking around the place. It was so empty when the band and other crew had left, Harry and I the only ones out where the main stages are.
I put my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be, Harry. You’re going to be amazing Saturday. You and the band are ready for this.”
“I know they’re ready,” He said as he messed with his hair. “I just don’t want to let them down. What if I fuck up or something? It’s live all across the country.”
“You’re not going to fuck up,” I told him.
He looked at me. “How do you know?”
“Because I believe in you. And I know how talented you are. This is a huge moment for you, and I know you’ll be amazing. You always are,” I assured him.
He searched my face, then looked away, playing with his rings absentmindedly. “Thanks, (y/n). I really appreciate you being here and supporting me all this time.”
“It’s no problem,” I wrapped my arm around his and lay my head on his shoulder. “That’s what best friends are for, right?”
He sighed, then said, “Yeah, I guess so,”
“My favorite part of it, hands down, was Harry as Mick.” Niall said, everyone agreeing.
“He absolutely crushed it,” Liam added.
“I loved the soldier skit,” My friend, Remy, spoke up. “It was so hilarious.”
I looked around at everyone, then realized that the topic of the conversation was no where to be found. I got up, leaving the now intoxicated group and looked around, not seeing any trace of him until I noticed the back door wasn’t closed all the way. I walked out, then saw Harry sitting criss-cross by the pool, two empty beer bottles next to him.
“You weren’t thinking of jumping in, were you?” I called out, startling him a bit.
“Oh, uh.. no.” He chuckled nervously.
“Good,” I said as I made my way over to him, sitting beside him on the concrete. “Because you’ve been drinking, and your outfit cost over six thousand dollars and is dry clean only, so I don’t think it’ll do well in chlorine.”
He laughed slightly, then said, “I was just thinking, is all.”
“About your performance? Because it was incredible, you did so well. Just like I knew you would.” I complimented.
“Yeah, I probably wouldn’t have gotten through this week if it wasn’t for you,” He confessed. “It was kind of odd being alone, but it felt right at the same time. And it’s crazy how much people like the music I’ve put out already… It makes me more confident knowing that they actually think it’s good and it’s not just me thinking it’s alright, you know?”
“Oh absolutely,” I nodded. “I knew how much everyone was going to like it when you played the album for me the first time.”
He chuckled again, pointing at me. “You did go on about that,”
It got quiet, the sounds of crickets and the pool filling the air. Then, Harry spoke up again.
“But I was also thinking about… um… there’s this girl, and… I really like her. Well, I’ve liked her for a long time, and I’m too afraid to say anything to her about it. I just don’t want to ruin things, you know? Like, what if she doesn’t feel the same and things get awkward between us?”
My heart sank a bit, hearing that Harry liked someone. Mainly because I was sure it wasn’t me. We were best friends, he probably thought of me as a sister to something. Which would make things extremely weird, considering I loved him more than a best friend would. I wanted to be more than best friends, but he wanted that with someone else. I pushed my feelings aside, then gave him advice.
“Honestly harry, I have no idea what girl in her right mind wouldn’t be interested in you. I mean, you’re handsome, smart, funny, charming, caring, extremely talented… Not to mention, I’m pretty sure you’re the sweetest guy to ever live, so.”
A big smile grew on his face, like the one that usually appears when he’s about to make a joke or pick on me. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”
I gave him a confused look, both of us laughing. “I think you’re mistaking me complimenting you so you gain enough confidence to ask this girl out already, for me seducing you? They’re two separate things, just saying.”
He scoffed, acting like I hurt him. “So you didn’t mean any of it, you were just trying to inflate my ego?”
“Of course I meant it,” I rolled my eyes at him. “But if it happened to make you gain a bit of confidence too, then I did my job.”
He smiled at me, then looked at the pool again. “You really think I should go for it?”
“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “And if she turns you down, then I’ll have some choice words for her.”
He gave me a look. “Hm, I didn’t peg you as the type to curse yourself out like a mad person.”
I giggled at him, then realized what he just said. I was the girl he was asking me for advice about. I was the one he’s liked for a long time. He actually liked me back.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. “You did not just pull the ‘talk to a girl about how you like someone but it’s really her’ move.”
“Yeah, I did,” He laughed. “I know, it’s lame and cliché, but did it work?”
I looked into his eyes, thinking about pulling a joke on him, but his cute and contagious smile caused me to smile too, so I decided not to. “Luckily for you, I’ve liked you for a long time too. So yeah, it did.”
He brushed my hair behind my ear, then leaned in and kissed me.
The door opened, Harry and I turning to see Niall standing there, a smirk on his face. He looked back into the house and said, “See everyone, I told you they’d be out here making out, you all owe me a beer.”
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hi. omg it took me ages to write this and idek why. it’s not the best, it’s actually really short and the reason why it’s like that is because i felt like i was dragging it out tooooooooo long and that just makes stuff not enjoyable. i’m sorry i took ages and it’s not even up to standards smh but i really wanted to give you guys somet!! if you have any ideas regarding what i should write about next, preferably not something that i will take ages to write lmao, then please leave them in the message box thing. ummmm, not much else to say so i hope you’s kinda like it? you don’t have to, you can tell me if it’s shite lmao. also i’m really sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, i didn’t proof read bc i wanted it out for you lads as soon as i could! OH ONE MORE QUESTION. do you’s prefer longer or shorter one shots? just so when it comes to writing them i have an idea of what to include and stuff. lotta love, xoxo -b
I was in the shower for probably at least 45 minutes after I woke up
from the longest nap ever. It wasn’t my intention to stay in bed until 6 pm
however I couldn’t do anything about it. I was tired and although I knew that
it didn’t help my jetlag at all I just slept anyway.
Once I was out of the shower, dry and feeling comfortable in my pair of
black leggings and baggy shirt I laid back down on the bed. My phone was
charging which confused me for a minute because I didn’t remember putting it on
the bed side table or even taking it out of my pocket. Then I suddenly realised
that it must have been Harry who put me to bed properly and sorted my stuff out
Sighing, I took my phone off of the charger and pressed the middle
button which caused the screen to light up. As I scrolled down on the locked
screen I saw a whole lot of messages from my mum, my dad, and my mates and if I
saw correctly even Harry’s name popped up as well.
I didn’t pay much attention to them because as soon as I unlocked my
phone I somehow instantly forgot about the messages. After I finished my daily
routine of going through all of my social media accounts which mainly consisted
of Instagram and Twitter I decided it was time to show my face. And to be
honest, I was rather bored as well. Not to mention my hunger which didn’t seem
Although when I got downstairs I found myself on my own, it was as if I
was the only one living here. I didn’t know where Harry was though he probably
told me about it in his text which I never read. Oh well – I thought as I made my way towards the kitchen and opened
up the fridge door. It was full of food.
But it was full of healthy food.
Then I found some chocolate yogurt and a smile creeped its way onto my
lips. I took it out of the fridge without any hesitation, taking a spoon out of
the drawers as well then sat down on the bar stool chairs. My eyes were
probably shining like the stars on a night sky while my mouth was watering but
just as I was about to eat the first spoonful of desert, Harry stumbled in the
First I thought he was drunk or something but then I saw the bags in his
hands. His sunglasses were low on his nose, it was about to fall off actually,
his shirt was wide open on his chest and his jeans were hanging down on his
waist as well.
Basically, he was a mess.
I raised my eyebrows as I put the spoon in my mouth and ate what was on
it, not minding one bit that he just came back. He didn’t seem bothered and he
sure as hell wasn’t expecting me to actually get up because he knew me too
“Are you still hungry?” he asked me a few minutes later when I had
finished my yogurt. He was still putting the things he bought away and right up
until the question slipped past his lips, we were both extremely quiet.
Maybe a bit too quiet.
“Umm,” I muttered as I turned around with my chair, leaning back on the
counter with my elbows. “Depends what you bought.”
“Just some stuff,” he shrugged then when he turned around he looked at
me with a questioning look on his face. Arching my brow, which seemed to be the
only facial expression I’ve shown since I woke up, I waited for him to carry on
but instead he just looked away while messing with the shopping bags.
“Why are you being so awkward?” I asked him finally, a laugh escaping my
lips although I didn’t find the situation funny.
“I’m not being awkward. I don’t know what you’re on about,” he scoffed.
“The jetlag must be hitting you and your little nap probably didn’t help you.”
“Are you seriously gonna be acting like a dick to me because I was moody
on the way back from the airport?” my voice got stronger and louder as I stayed
sat down. I tried not to let my emotions show on my face but I totally failed.
I always did so I wasn’t surprised. “I’m so
sorry I was tired, hungry and stressed.”
“Well, I was tired, hungry and stressed as well yet I put a smile on my
face because I finally got to see you after ages.”
“I’m sorry you felt like that, okay? And I didn’t ask you to force a
smile on your face, hell, I-, I don’t even know-, gosh, do we really have to
“I’m not arguing-,”
“Well then shut your mouth and give me a hug. You didn’t hug me since
that awkward one at the airport where everyone was looking.”
A sigh left his mouth as he looked to the side. I saw as he swallowed
then shut his eyes and let another sigh out before he concentrated on me with
his eyes again.
“Okay, don’t give me a hug then, that’s fine too,” I gave up as I
slipped off of the chair. I chucked the spoon in the sink then did the same to
the empty yogurt box.
“Baby, look-,” he started to talk as I was about to leave the kitchen
but his voice stopped me. I didn’t turn around, hoping he’d carry on with what
he wanted to say but the room was dead silent.
“Do you want me to stay here at all or should I just get my shit and
“Listen, I’m sorry-,”
“I am, I just-, I’m stressed, and I don’t know where my head’s at. I
have my first solo performance in like hours, well, tomorrow night, but still.
I’m nervous as hell and it didn’t help that I made you so angry when we were in
“I know you’re stressed and I know how it feels to be like that. You
feel like you’re lost as if there’s no way out and you’re just stuck in one
place. You don’t know what to do to get over yourself and your problems until
you have a big crying session or talk it out with someone. So I don’t think it
helps that you’re so distant, and that you made me so angry? When? You were
being nice to me and I just flipped because I was not in the mood. You did
“Well, then why do I feel like I upset you? You said I was being awkward
then I was acting like a dick towards you just now. What am I supposed to
think?” his voice was desperate and lost, my heart suddenly started to ache for
him and my actions spoke louder than my words could.
As I walked back to him I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged
him tightly, making sure I did my best to collect all of his pieces that were
not stuck together to make him his perfect self. I absolutely hated seeing him
in a bad shape and no matter what he did or did not do I couldn’t just stand
there and let him be.
Which might not be always beneficial and it may make me look absolutely
weak when it comes to him I had to accept it.
Almost right as I hugged him, his arms wrapped around my neck and his
head rested on top of mine, making sure our bodies basically moulded into one.
“I love you. I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” he whispered into my hair, his
soft voice full of emotions making my heart beat faster and goose bumps arise
on my arms.
“I love you and please don’t say that. You’re not a mess.”
“I am a mess though and you know it too,” he sighed as he slightly
pulled away, shoving one of his hands through this short hair.
“Well then in that case, you are my
mess,” I winked at him as I got on the tip of my toes to press a light kiss
on his lips.
He smiled which made me smile and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms
around his neck this time and jump into his arms. Thankfully, he held on to me
so I didn’t fall, a soft chuckle leaving his irresistible lips while his eyes
were shining brighter than anything I have ever seen before.
“I’m sorry about my attitude before,” I told him as I hid my face in the
crook of his neck. My grip was tight on him, my fingers formed into a fist as I
locked my arms around Harry’s neck.
“Don’t worry about it, love,” he said and he suddenly started to walk
out of the kitchen.
We didn’t go far, just to the couch in the living room where he sat down
with me in his arms then I ended up sitting on his lap with my legs on each
side of his waist.
“So you’ll come and see me, right?” he asked me a few minutes after he was
just staring at me but not in a creepy way. He did that sometimes and I didn’t
mind it because I knew he gave me his full attention and I loved it.
Now that might have sounded uptight and kind of selfish, it was the
truth plus I didn’t mean it in that sense.
“Yes,” I said right away. “I mean if you want me to, it’s up to you.”
“I want you to,” he nodded. “Actually, I need you to come with me,” he
laughed. “M’gonna be doing these skits and I need you to be there not to
mention I’m performing a new song.”
“Which one?” I asked him curiously. I haven’t exactly heard his full
album yet only because I told him I want it to be a surprise.
He actually really wanted me to listen to it then after I told him I
wanted to wait for the actual release date he kinda got onto my idea. Of course
he showed me snippets here and there because he knew how curious I was all of
the time but I’m also way too stubborn so I wouldn’t just ask him to show me
“The only one you heard. Apart from Sign of the Times.”
“Ever Since New York?” I asked again just to make sure I was thinking
about the right one.
I knew of the titles of the songs but I didn’t listen to them.
“Yeah,” a small smile made its way onto his lips. I couldn’t help myself
as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his in a soft peck, his right
hand came in contact with my cheek as he rested it on my face while our lips
were touching. “I’m very happy you are here.”
“I’m very happy to be here.”
“Good,” he chuckled. “I missed having you around.”
“I bet you did,” I joked which to he raised one of his eyebrows and
pouted at the same time. “I think I missed you too.”
“What do you mean you think? Aren’t you supposed to know that?”
“I don’t know, am I?”
“Well, I don’t,” I shrugged as I kept on messing around with him and
eventually got off his lap.
My legs were still on his thighs but I was sitting on the couch, right
next to him. He took advantage of this position as he leaned into me, resting
his head on my shoulder and placing his hands on my legs. They were warm and
big and it made the butterflies in my stomach come to live as he rested his
hands on my thighs. He just had that effect on me and it was lovely really.
“I’m just messing with you, I missed you more than you’ll ever know,” I said
suddenly as I hugged his bicep tightly and pressed a few kisses on his chin as
his head was still leaning on my shoulder.