His mouth is dry as he stares down at his phone, thumb hovering over the arrow that’ll send the text he’s longing to mail. With another deep breath, he studies the message over again, then begins to question himself. Should I write more? She deserves an apology. Maybe the word crave instead of miss. Yearn for? He deletes the text but retypes it in the same moment.
He’s never felt guilt this deeply before, he’s never so desperately wanted to turn back time and change everything– rephrase all of his words differently. Do things differently. The thought of him not being able to go back and change things hits him like a ton of bricks, sending his short nails into the palm of his hand.
A clap on his shoulder wakes him from his thoughts, and he looks up with attentive eyes. “Ready to go?” Jeff laughs, tucking his heel into the back of his shoe. “Reservations don’t hold themselves.”
“No, yeah.” he rushes, tucking the locked phone into the back pocket of his jeans. “Let’s go.”
“It’s my fucking job, y’know that, we’ve been through this a million times before. Get over it, angel.”
She scoffs in disbelief, untying the silk scarf from around her neck. “Get over it? Get over it. Over my boyfriend of nearly a year not telling anyone about our relationship—?“
“The media would go insane I- fuck I told y’this—”
“I’m not asking you to tell the world, Harry! Maybe your mom, your sister? My family? I’ve been lying to them for way too long, keeping an enormous part of my life away from them how’s that supposed to make me feel? Do you know how distressing it is to be introduced as a friend to you? To not tell anyone, not even my best friend how much you mean to me?”
“Y’do know it’s like that for me as well? A relationship is consists of two people—”
I just want to date someone who loves music, has a big heart, loves to travel, is open minded, is Harry Edward Styles born 1 February 1994, an English singer and songwriter. He is known as a member of the pop rock band One Direction. He made his debut as a singer with his ba-
So this is something I’ve been working on over the weekend. It’s dirty so if you don’t like spanking and dirty talk, this isn’t for you.
WARNING: Mature content
You were being ignored and you were also extremely horny and
needy which didn’t go good together. Harry was in the home office doing god
knows what and you had barely seen him all day apart from the quick breakfast
together this morning and then he had locked himself in those four walls. You
had agreed with yourself to give him time to do what he needed and then you
would interrupt after a couple hours. You had given him plenty of extra time to
deal with business and now you were just growing increasingly impatient by the
second. You had checked your emails, read a book, cooked- everything you could
think of but nothing could take your mind off the throbbing discomfort between
This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other.