They were best friends since day one. Harry and y/n, attached at the hip. Growing up in the houses next door to each other, they never knew how to be apart. They grew up with sleepovers and the trip their families took to the lake every summer. Both had a love of books and indie music, spending most days after school lounging around listening to Jake Bugg and reading books in the treehouse they and their parents built the summer when they were 7. Harry and y/n differed a lot in school. Y/N being more social and being on the volleyball team, while Harry kept more to himself and spent most of his time in the library. They both had a few other friends, but the majority of the time it was just them. They were the best of friends. They talked about everything, from school to friend drama, from movies to the meaning of life. They had no secrets. Except for the fact they were both madly in love with each other, and neither knew it.
It started first for Harry, when they were 13 on the playground at the park down the street. Y/N didn’t have any money but the ice cream truck pulled into the parking lot with its jolly tune, and she checked her pockets for some extra money but only had some lint and a pack of gum. But Harry had $5, because he feeds his neighbors cat when he goes on vacation. He spends Half of it on a chocolate cone for y/n and a banana Popsicle for himself. After he had bought her the sweet treat, she hugged him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, making him blush a dark red.
The rest of the time at the park he noticed her in a different light. No longer was she the little girl in chocolate stained Barbie pajamas, no way. She had started to mature. A few pimples lined her skin but Harry didn’t care because it reminded him she was human. Her hands were soft as she grabbed his in hers and led them over to the bench to eat their treats. Half of the banana Popsicle melted on his hand because he was more interested in y/n’s newfound beauty than the Popsicle. He saw the way her smile light Up her eyes as she talked animatedly about the new book she was reading, and the way the setting sun Halo’d her hair, making her seem like a real life angel. And from that moment, Harry was smitten.
It first started for Y/N when they were 14. They were working on separate art projects in Harry’s room, hers being an art collage, Harry’s being a comic. That day had not been a good day to begin with for Y/N. It was just one of those days where everything turned out horrible from the moment you woke up. She stepped on one of her brothers Legos that he had left in her room, and then hit her head on the glass in the shower. Her dad had eaten the rest of her prized Cinnamon Toast Crunch and her hair just was not acting right. It was rainy and gross. In school she realized she forgot her biology homework which caused her to be yelled at by the crotchety old lady they called her biology teacher. They served mystery meat for lunch. She was assigned 4 big projects on top of her regular homework, Then she went in the bathroom, only to find red in her underwear. They day could not seem to have get any worse.
The final straw was nicking her finger with the scissors, trying to cut out a picture of a flower in a magazine. Her lip started to tremble and her eyes started to sting, and then the gates opened. She started sniffling and Harry looked up to offer her a tissue, only to find her with tears running down her face.
He crawled over to her and tried to ask her what was wrong but she couldn’t get a word out, she just shook her head and cried more. He then saw her finger.
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s just a small cut! I can get you a band aid no problem!” He hated seeing her cry, it felt like his heart was being ripped into shreds.
“It’s not the cut, Harry. It’s everything. With the Legos and the cereal and the hair and the grades and my period, I just-” she broke into sobs.
Harry was confused and a bit frightened of what was going on, but he grabbed her and put her in his lap, letting her cry into his shirt while he pet her hair and rubbed her back. She fisted his shirt and tried to stop crying, but today was an awful day.
“Hey, bug, it’s okay. I know today was awful but there’s always tomorrow, yeah? We don’t have to do our work right now, we can just sit here for a bit. I’m here for you, cry on me or tell me what’s wrong, whatever you want. I’ll always be there for you.” He said into her ear, rubbing her back and holding her tighter to him. Without realizing it, pressing a few kisses to the top of her head and she calmed down. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck while playing with his cross necklace, pressing a soft kiss to the skin of his neck causing him to shiver. He held her for another hour before they were called to dinner, but they didn’t go down without another hug. Harry held her hand under the table all through out dinner. That’s when it started for her.
Throughout their teenage years, cuddling and chaste kisses on the cheek, forehead and neck became more common. They cuddled when they watched movies or read, always finding an excuse to touch each other. This was normal. But unknown to them was that each other’s hearts would race every time there was a touch. Each of them wanted so much more, but had no clue the other felt the same.
Harry’s mom was going on a business trip. She was leaving Harry alone for a week, and with them being friends for so long, Y/N’s parents decided that it was okay for them to spend the week together, do school work and hang out like normal, just have extending hours for fun. Harry and Y/N were both so excited for this week. They were excited for the touches and the talks and the closeness they were going to have. And for Harry, he was also nervous. Nervous because he was finally going to tell Y/N how he feels.
Friday night, 4 hours after his mom leaves and they’re laying on Harry’s bed, the food network on the TV as Y/N laid on Harry’s chest, the both of them watching UnWrapped, Disney world edition. Harry’s hand is stroking her hair as y/n draws patterns on his chest. She doesn’t notice his thumping heart and she thankfully can’t feel the butterflies in his stomach. He feels her giggle at something one of the workers said, and he smiled lightly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She looked up and smiled at him, scooting closer to him. She moved her head to the crook of his neck, which seemed to be her favorite place to be. She reaches over and knocks the remote out of Harry’s other hand that’s not playing with her hair, tangling their hands together and playing with the multiple rings on his fingers. Harry relaxed and started to watch the show again. When they were talking about the mass amount of pastries they have to make for the Disney parks, he feels a kiss on his neck. That’s somewhat normal for them so he goes back to watching. But then he feels another kiss, lips pressing harder to his skin. Then another, and another, working her lips up the expanse of his neck to behind his ear and tracing his jawline. Going back down she retraces the path her lips made, but biting down a little on his neck before releasing and licking lightly. He shivers and holds in a groan, trying to ignore the heat he’s feeling in his stomach. She giggles at his reaction, pressing yet another kiss on his neck.
“Does that tickle?” She asks him quietly, lips still against his neck and finger tracing his side.
“A bit…” He trails, his voice shaky. He’s never felt this way before. Before he had the chance to protest, Y/N digs her fingers into Harry’s sides, tickling the life out of him. He starts laughing loudly, squirming and trying to get away. Y/N was not having that and threw he leg over his hips, now straddling him.
“Say that I’m the hottest girl in our entire school and I own you! Then I’ll stop.” She screamed over his laughter and pleas to stop.
“Oh-Kay, y/n is t-the -oh my god stop- the hottest girl in our- shit- school and she ow-owns me!” He finally got out. Y/N stopped tickling him finally and just leaned over him, watching him pant and try to regain his breathing. She laid directly on top of him still giggling about her actions. He wrapper his arms around her waist tightly, their chests pressing together, her face buried in his soft tee shirt.
“That wasn’t very funny.” Harry said, still holding on to her tightly. She picks her head up, the both of them smiling.
“Yeah, well…” Her voice gets lost as she realizes how close their faces are and stars to feel the slight tension in the room. Noses brushing, she raises her eyes to look into Harry’s, his beautiful eyes she’s always loved, moving across his face and her eyes landing on her lips. Harry did the same scan of her face, both of them staring at each other’s lips. They could feel their breath on their lips.
“I thought it was great.” Y/N said quietly. He chuckled, her feeling it in her chest.
He couldn’t take it anymore. Harry leaned up and their lips brushed, before he firmly planted them on hers. He kept them on for a few seconds before realizing she hadn’t responded yet, and pulled away. He felt so embarrassed as he looked up at her wide eyes, and started mumble apologies.
“I’m so sorry Y/N, I was so stupid, I just, I like you and I was stupid to think you did too for a second and god, I just wanted to kiss you, I have for forever. You’re just so beautiful and absolutely amazing in every single way possible, I’m just, I’m so sorry, I probably just ruined-mmp” he was cut off by her lips smashing into his, one hand fisting his tee shirt and the other cupping his face.
He was shocked and was motionless until he felt her tongue sweep across his bottom lip, asking for him to open his mouth. He closed his eyes and hesitantly did, only to be met with her tongue. He moved his tongue to meet hers finally, and she whimpered in his mouth before moving one of her hands to his hair and tugging on it, causing a deep groan to leave Harry’s chest. The kiss was slow and passionate, tongues playing and searching each other’s mouth. When they finally needed to stop for air, Y/N bit down on Harry’s lip lightly before letting go, letting his lip snap back into place. Both were breathing heavily, staring at each other before Y/N’s hand caressed Harry’s cheek.
“I’m not sure why you think I wouldn’t like you back but I do. You’re so amazing and kind and smart, so funny… God Harry, I like you so much I don’t know what do do with myself sometimes. All I can think about is you and how lucky I am to have you and oh my god, I love you. I am in love with you, Harry Styles.” He sat in shock for a few seconds. This was not what he was planning at all, but it is so much better.
“But I mean you don’t have to say it back, I don’t expect you to or anything but-” she rambled but got cut off
“Y/N, I am so in love with you I cant think straight. I can’t think about anything without you popping in my mind. I am so in love with you, Y/N. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to be yours, and for you to be mine. I want you all to myself, I want it to be just us forever. Baby, I want you to be my only.” His eyes were wild as he looked into hers as he said those words with so much passion it made her tear up.
“I love you…” She murmured before pressing a kiss to her lips.
“I- love - you. I love you, I love you, I love you so much.” Harry said over and over, between kisses as he showered every inch of her face with kisses. She giggled as he did so.
“God, that’s my favorite sound ever. Want to hear it every day of my life.” He said looking mesmerized, pulling her impossible closer to him as if he was scared she would fly away.
“Well you can Harry, I swear I’m yours forever.” And he swore his heart burst with happiness.