okay so, you know that video where the boys won a BRIT award and Harry was having a wee and had to run towards the stage when the other boys accepted the award?
can you just imagine that he’s taken the missus as his date and they’ve been teasing one another all night and whispering to another and giggling to each other and dancing to the music performances. and after a while, when there’s a short intermission, they sneak off towards the bathroom on the way to get another drink and they start being a little cheeky and kiss in a cubicle before he starts to unbuckle his jeans and pull his boxers down, allowing her to have a short quickie before he has to be on stage.
and he’s so close to an orgasm and banging his fists softly against the cubicle walls, when the show starts back up and his eyes shoot open and he looks down at the missus who’s still giving him a blowjob. and, ever so faintly, he can hear the name ‘One Direction’ be called out and he’s instantly rushing to pull his jeans back up and making himself look a little more like he’d gone for a wee rather than a quickie in the bathroom stalls.
when he approaches the stage to stand with the boys and accept the award with a speech, the missus would find her way back to their table with drinks for the two of them to make it seem a little more truthful to what Harry said to the boys. but they know; they caught on with the snickers and the naughty touches under the table and Niall saw you both sneak into a bathroom stall. so when they walk away from the stage, they’re smirking at him and laughing at his blushing cheeks. xx
To my cupcake,
You have no idea how happy you make me and so many other people.
You aren’t afraid to be yourself and I love that. You have the best personality I’ve ever seen. From the jokes you make to the dumb ass dances you do I just AGH. You’ve helped so many people and you truly are so inspiring. You’re so nice to everyone you meet even if they don’t like you. When you smile I melt like a damn piece of ice that’s been sitting on the kitchen floor for 2 hours. When I hear you laugh , talk , or sing I want to kill myself. You’re such a beautiful man inside and out and fuck anyone that disagrees. I’m so proud with how far you’ve come with your career and yourself. I love you happy 23rd ❤️❤️
“Whilst on their year (or so) long hiatus young Harry Styles has been drafted into the whirlwind of the Strictly Come Dancing experience, or so the rumours would lead you to believe.
“I mean it’s something that my mum would be proud of me doing.” He stopped to laugh, “and I guess it would be a great way to keep up my fitness over the winter months.” Taken directly from the man’s mouth, at the premier of Dunkirk in Leister Square.
Is that enough confirmation for you? It is for us.’
a OU Harry fic to prove the illegitimacy of The Strictly Curse
You sat on the roof of your tiny apartment. Over the years, you had transformed the old, plain roof into a small garden with fairy lights hanging over the small washing line you put up.
The evening was warm and the sun was setting, creating beautiful swirls of blue and pink into the sky. You sat on an outdoor chair with a thin blanket wrapped around you, wine glass in your hand.
You closed your eyes and let the warm breeze cascade around you. Nights like these reminded you that English weather did have some perks.
You saw Harry climb out of the loft hatch and onto the roof top, wine bottle in his hand. He jogged over to the chair next to you and popped the wine bottle open, pouring a generous amount into his glass.
“You okay?” He asked you, taking a sip of his wine. You hummed contently, his palm coming to rest on your thigh, his thumb rubbing gently. “This is lovely. I have missed this.”
You turned to look at him slightly and his bright green eyes were shining under the fairy lights.
“I’ve missed you.” He spoke. You smiled lightly.
“Missed you more.”
He put his glass on the floor and stood up, stretching his back. He then held out his hand out for you. You frowned slightly.
“Come on then.” You didn’t bother questioning it so you placed your hand in his, letting him pull you up lightly.
“What are we doing?” You asked him, as he placed his hands on your waist. You naturally placed your hands around his neck, resting your arms on his shoulders.
“Dancing obviously.” He mockingly tutted. You rolled your eyes and kissed the tip of his nose.
“To what?” Before he could answer you grabbed your phone from the table scrolling through it until it settled on a song. Your favourite song.
“Oh, really?” Harry whined, hiding his face in his hands. You chuckled as your wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing his collarbone. Harry always got embarrassed when you played his songs but you couldn’t understand why. He had the most beautiful voice in the world and he deserved to be told that every day.
“I love this song.”
He rolled his eyes and started swaying you two together humming along to the tune.
Cos you got stars in your eyes
You two held eye contact as you swayed to the rhythm together, bodies close together.
This moment was perfect. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the fairy lights twinkling under the now pink, lilac sky.
Whatever chains are holding you back Holding you back, tell me you believe in that
Nothing could beat this moment. Despite the money and the fame, Harry decided to move out of his expensive house and into your tiny apartment above a florist. You could never wrap your head around it.
But he said that your apartment reminded him of being ‘Harry’. Not ‘Harry Styles’, just Harry. And he couldn’t be more grateful for that.
Over the years, his clothes started to appear in your drawers and laundry piles. His toothbrush had found a comfortable place next to yours. His slippers were tucked under the radiator, to keep them toasty for those cold wood floors in the apartment, next to yours.
“What you thinking about, babe?” Harry nudged you. You shrugged, resting your head on his chest. He brought his lips to your hair.
What a feeling to be a king beside you, somehow I wish I could be there now
A/N: Thanks for the prompt, everyone please remember to be patient with me I have gotten all your prompts and promise I’m working on them!
“Hey Y/N what are you still doing here, hasn’t everyone left
for lunch?” you heard a deep voice interrupt your thoughts. “Oh hi Harry” you
greeted when you swung around to see him standing in the doorway of the rehearsal
hall, “yeh they have, I already had lunch though so I just thought I would hang around and listen to some music”
you told him, gesturing to the earphones in your hands. “Why don’t you put it
on the dock instead then” Harry suggested with a grin, “I could use some music
too.” You shrugged unsure for a moment before you stood anyway and moved to
connect your phone to the music dock. The opening bars of Hunter Hayes ‘rainy
season’ started to ring through the empty hall. You were just about to change
the song, to something a bit more upbeat when a large hand fell down on yours to
stop you, “no I like this song,” Harry said quickly. “Alright” you agreed,
turning the volume knob instead so Hunter’s clear voice rang out. “Well since
we are the only ones here” Harry said with a grand gesture around the room, “how
about you show me a few dance moves, I know you know more than the 6 steps you
have us do for the shows” Harry said with a laugh. “Harry this is a slow song”
you pointed out with your own laugh. “I know” he said, shocking you when he
spun you around to face him, moving a hand to the small of your back and the
other pulled your own hand into his much larger one, “It starts like this right?”
He asked, flashing you a wide smile as he looked down at you waiting for you to
offer an instruction. “Ahh why yes Harry that would be correct” you said with a
smile. “Hang on, let me restart the music and I’ll see what I can come up with”
you told him, moving away to start the song again and then stepping back into
Harry’ waiting arms. The first words rang out ‘say that you love me, even if it’s
not true’ and you moved a foot back Harry watching and soon following with his
own. As the song continued you let the music make the decisions, you moving
along with the beat and leading Harry along with you, spinning through and out
from his arms and back, Harry following along with surprising agility,
considering he was usually the first to tumble over his own feet. ‘It’s just the rainy season’ the last words
played and you both moved to a stop, only to be distracted by loud applause. “Wow
Y/N, well done, I didn’t know it was possible for Harry to dance without tripping
over” Louis exclaimed with a chuckle. “Yeh I’m surprised he could even keep up
with you, given your dancing lessons” Liam added. “Now you just need to do it
one more time, for the camera” Niall requested with a smile, pulling out his
phone. “No way” Harry disagreed, you nodding with him. “Come on, do it for the
fans” Niall guilt tripped the two of you, until you nodded your agreement. Starting
the music again you moved back into Harry’s arms, following the same steps as
before, Harry more confident in the steps and moving more swiftly this time and
the video was soon uploaded onto the boys YouTube channel.
A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you liked it, please let me know what you think :)
Some people are so worked up about Harry & Xander. I mean, I understand. I do.
What doesn’t make sense to me is dismissing how legitimately happy Harry seems. He literally danced off a plane, shimmied across a tarmac, and playfully tossed his bag in the car, right before he basically lept inside next to his “friend”. He’s dancing and laughing on the side of the stage, while watching a band he loves. Not to mention, dude has been glowing. His skin is clear, his hair is borrowing oils and cremes from the hair gods, and his smile has taken over his entire face.
Do I believe that Harry is more than friends with Xander? Honestly, it doesn’t fucking matter what I think. Harry’s sexual orientation is none of my fucking business. He owes me ZERO explanations about who he dips his tips into.
Thanks to the anon who suggested this!:
Can you do one where you guys are just friends and he starts to realize how much he loves you as he watches you playing and dancing around with lux and then he tells you how he feels that night before you go to bed?
“What do you mean you forgot to get him a present?”
“I mean, I’ve been so busy planning this bloody party I completely spaced on getting him anything. Can you pick something up for me?”
“Harry,” I sighed. I was already in my car on the way to his house to help him set up for Niall's’ surprise birthday party. My backseat was already full of balloons and other party favors I don’t think I could fit anything else in here if I tried.
“Please? I’ll reimburse you when you get here. Just run to Sport Chalet and pick him up some golf balls or something.”
I switched into the right lane, directing myself towards the mall. “You really think he needs more golf balls? Or anything golf related?”
I heard the sound of glass shattering followed by Harry mumbling a curse word. “Yes, just get him golf balls. I know it stupid but I’ll get him something better later. It’ll look bad if I don’t show up with anything.”
I pulled into the mall parking lot. “Alright, I’m at the outlet. I’ll be to your house in a few.”
I heard him exhale in relief. “You are the best. See you soon.”
I ran as quickly as I could into the store and ending up finding some letter engraved golf balls. I ended up grabbing some with ‘N’s’ and some with ‘H’s’. At least it would look like some effort was put into the gift. After checking out and getting back in the car I headed as fast I could over to Harry’s. We had about forty minutes until people started showing up and then Louis was going to bring Niall over.
I got to Harry’s house and parked by his garage so there was more parking space out front. I didn’t have enough arms to carry everything in at the same time so I grabbed as much as I could and closed the door with my foot before walking up to his front door.
He had told me I could come straight in, but that was proving difficult since I didn’t have free hand. I was able to free a finger, so I rang on his doorbell and waited on the porch. Thirty seconds later I heard quick footsteps, and Harry swung open the door.
I clenched my jaw and tried not to drop anything I was holding. He was standing in front of me with nothing but towel wrapped lowly around his waist. His face was flushed from clearly just getting out of the shower. His hair fell in damp, wild curls around his face and there was still beads of water dripping down his torso. It’s not like I’d never seen Harry shirtless before, I mean even tonight was a pool party, but I had never seen him like his before.
I shook my head clearing my thoughts. “There’s still a bunch more in my trunk, but here’s some of it.”
“Alright. Here, let me grab some.”
He took a few bags from my hands and led the way into the house. My eyes fell directly on his towel, and I could see the outline of his bum behind the cotton as he walked. I felt my cheeks heat up and I immediately averted my eyes. I had no idea what was wrong with me tonight. Harry and I were just friends, I would go as far as to say best friends. It’s not like I had never thought about us being more, but it just wasn’t like that.
We walked into his kitchen and set the bags on the counter. Harry lifted his arm, scratching the back of his head before resting his hand on his hip and grinning over at me.
“You look very pretty tonight.”
I was wearing a black dress with floral print that came to the bottom of my thighs with some red pumps. I smoothed my dress down with my palms, smiling. “Thank you, Harry.”
He grinned back, his coin sized dimples popping. “I on the other hand am dressed a bit too casual. I’ll be right back.” I nodded and he left the kitchen, running up the stairs to get dressed.
I busied myself with unloading some of the bags and setting things up. I figured I’d wait to get the other things out of the car when Harry got back.
When he came back down the stairs he was wearing black jeans and his white, black, and red plaid button down. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his hair was dried and groomed to its usual, downy curls.
“You’re looking quite dapper.”
He laughed, opening a cupboard and reaching for some plates. “I do clean up quite nice, don’t I.”
He set the plates down on the counter and reached into his pocket, “Before I forget,” He pulled out a small box, handing it out to me. “I got you this the other day and haven’t had a chance to give it to you until now.”
I took it, feeling the slick, black box between my fingers.
“So you forgot to get Niall something but you got me a gift?”
He pressed his lips together, the tips of his ears going pink.
I grinned, opening up the box and letting out a quiet gasp. It was a small pendant necklace that had a silver stone in the middle and smaller stones around it.
“I don’t know what to say.”
He chuckled. “You don’t have to say anything. Just maybe don’t tell Niall I forgot about him.”
“Harry…how much was this?”
He rocked back on his heels. “Don’t worry about it. Do you like it?”
I nodded, lifting it delicately. “Of course I do. It’s beautiful.”
I looked up, smiling at him brightly. “What’s the occasion?”
He took the box from my hand, picking up the necklace. “Just because. Turn around.”
I turned, pulling my hair to one side.
I felt the heat from his body as he stepped closer to me, lifting his arms over my head and draping the necklace around me. His warm, rough fingers fumbled on the back of my neck as he worked the clasp. Once he got it secure I turned back around and he smiled sweetly down at me.
“Just as beautiful as the girl wearing it.”
I shoved his shoulder playfully. “Oh, stop. But really Harry, I love it.”
He grabbed my hand. “Good. Now we better get going or Niall’s going to be walking into a train wreck.”
We got the rest of the decorations set up and Harry got “his” present wrapped while I started setting out some of the food. Since we were doing a barbecue we were going to wait to start cooking until everyone was here.
The doorbell rang just as Harry was taking a cooler of drinks outside.
I finished hanging the banner I brought, stepping down from the chair. “I’ll get it.”
I walked over to the door, pulling it open as people filed in. I greeted everyone that came in and directed them to the table where they could set their gifts. Harry took care of the guest list so I didn’t know who exactly was coming. It was a bunch of friends I did know and a bunch I didn’t, but It looked like it was going to be a crazy night.
“Alright everybody, shh. Louis has him in the car and they’re on their way over.” Liam hung up his phone, tucking it in his pocket. Niall thought him and the other boys were just going to the pub for drinks, and louis told him they have to pick up Harry.
Everyone was tucked into every hiding place available throughout Harry’s kitchen and living room. I was crouched behind the counter along with Lottie and Lux, whom we were trying to keep from giggling.
Not too long later and we heard the door open.
“Harry c’mon, what are you doing? I’ve honked five times now–”
As far as surprise birthday parties go, we nailed it. Harry counted us down from his place behind the curtains and everyone jumped out at the same time, catching Niall off guard. He was startled for a second until Louis came up behind him, smiling and clapping a hand on his back.
“Happy birthday, mate.”
I started setting up food platters as everyone began to migrate outside. I had just finished setting out the vegetables when an arm slung around my shoulders.
Niall eyed me suspiciously, using his free hand to snag a carrot stick “This was all you, wasn’t it?”
I laughed, brushing off my hands. “Actually it was all Harry. Although I may have helped a little.”
He squinted his eyes at me before nodding. “He forgot to get me something didn’t he?”
“I..don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m sure he–”
“Oh please. He’s been making dodgy eye contact with me since I got here. The boy is transparent.”
He popped the carrot into his mouth and grabbed one of the trays. “I honestly don’t even care, but I’m enjoying watching him squirm.”
I laughed picking up the other tray and following him outside.
When we got outside I immediately wished I had brought my sunglasses.
I set the tray on one of the tables and grabbed a drink from the cooler before walking over to where Harry was standing at the grill.
He pushed his Ray Bans into his hair and winked, “Thanks.”
I narrowed my eyes, taking a sip of my drink. “I meant the food.”
He chuckled, flipping a burger. “Sure you did.”
I rolled my eyes as he grabbed the drink from my hand. “Well the party turned out great. Niall sure seems to be enjoying himself.”
We both turned to see Niall standing next to Lou, Liam, and Sophia as he attempted to stuff as many grapes into his cheeks as he could.
Harry made a face, turning back to the grill as he took a swig of my drink.
“So. I never asked how your date went the other night.”
I shrugged, grabbing the drink from his hands. “It was fine. He was…different.”
Harry flicked his eyes over at me, smirking. “Where did he take you?”
“The Little Door.”
“Did you get the Moroccan cookies?”
“Oh yeah, but he definitely ate more than his half.”
“I know right.”
“I wouldn’t have let you have any.”
I tilted my head, handing him a plate to put the burgers on. “You would of have to fight me for them, and trust me, you would have lost.”
He hummed, grabbing the plate. “That sounds like a challenge. You free next weekend?”
I pressed my lips together, fighting back the smile. “Maybe. Are you asking me on a date?”
He smiled, closing the grill. “If that’s what you want to call it.”
We all ate and mingled for a while, until most of us were getting antsy from the heat. There were only a couple of clouds in the sky, neither of which were blocking the sun.
I quickly went into the house to change into my swimsuit, wrapping my new necklace in my folded clothes and then made my way over to where Sophia, Lottie, and Gemma were lounging by the pool already changed. I took a seat next to them in one of the chairs and fastened my hair into a bun.
The back door opened again and harry came strolling out with a towel thrown over his shoulder. He was wearing his little yellow swim trunks that left very little to the imagination. I found myself staring as he walked across the yard and joined some others by the pool. He bent down to where lux was sitting and helped her blow up her floaties, before sliding them onto her arms.
“Honestly. He calls those swim trunks?” Gemma had lifted her glasses from her face and was shaking her head. We all laughed as he helped Lux down into pool.
Lottie lifted her hand, shielding her eyes from the sun. “It is so hot out today.”
We all hummed in agreement.
Gemma chuckled, “Not as hot as that barista we saw the other day.”
Lottie sat up in her chair. “Did you ever figure out his name?”
“Ugh, no but I did talk to my girlfriend whose boyfriend works there and found out his work schedule.”
I laughed as they rambled on. Sophia turned to me, running her hand through her hair.
“So, are you dating anyone?”
“Uh, not really, no.” I definitely wouldn’t count the guy I went out with the other night, and besides that by dating pool was sparse.
Sophie nodded, smiling as she uncapped a water bottle. “Is there anyone you fancy at the moment?”
I turned my head and saw Harry carrying Lux around on his back through the water.
Before she had time to ask anymore questions, Lottie and Gemma shrieked next to us. Louis had doused them both with water from the pool. Liam swam to the edge, next to Louis.
“If you girls don’t get in we’re bringing to pool to you.”
We all jumped in the water before they carried out their threat.
We stayed in the water, splashing and messing around until the sun started to set. Niall and Louis had gotten ahold of some water guns and were now running away from a very upset Lou.
I was showing Lux how to blow bubbles and Harry was floating on his back next to us.
“I’m cold.” I looked back to Lux who had her hands balled into fists. Her teeth were chattering and her lips were turning a bit blue. I moved her hair from her eyes and pulled her in my arms.
“Harry, I’m going to take her out.”
Harry flipped upright, running a hand through his soaking hair. “You’re cold?” He cooed. “Well we can’t have that.”
He swam to the edge of the pool and pushed himself out, grabbing a towel off a nearby chair.
He held out the towel and I lifted her out of the pool, before pushing myself out. Harry wrapped her up tight, picking her up and carrying her to the house. Everyone else evacuated the pool not long after that and changed back into their clothes.
We were all out back outside waiting for Sophia to bring out the cake she offered to bring. Someone had turned on the radio and some of us had taken to dancing on the grass. I had Lux’s hands in mine and was spinning around with her. She giggled as I spun her under my arm, before scooping her up and twirling around. I laughed as she tilted her head back, cackling.
Mid spin I caught Harry staring at me from where he sat in a chair on the porch. He was back in his clothes with his hair pulled up into a loose bun. He had his hands clasped on his knees and he was resting on his elbows.
His expression was soft and he was grinning as he continued to watch us. I set Lux down spun her under my arm again as I looked at Harry. He was still smiling softly, but his eyes shifted and his expression suddenly looked a little pained.
I smiled over at him and he smirked back before looking down at his hands.
Sophia came out with a lit cake in her hands and we all headed towards the porch.
I went and stood next to harry as Niall took his place in front of the cake.
I hugged my arms discretely around myself, regretting not bringing warmer clothes.
Harry rubbed his hands together, looking over at me. “Did you bring a jacket?”
I shook my head and he immediately started shrugging his off.
“I’m ok, Harry. I don’t want you to be cold.”
He ignored me, draping his coat around my shoulders. “That’s alright. I’m actually a bit…warm.”
My stomach fluttered as I watched his lips form around the word warm.
He cleared his throat and stood back next to me, his arm brushing mine. I pulled my arms through the sleeves and my body immediately drank up the warmth he had left in it.
He looked down at me with a glint in his eye. “Sure thing. You look good in it.”
We all sang a rambunctious round of ‘Happy Birthday’ and then Niall blew out his candles before cutting the cake.
Harry handed me a plate and I picked up my fork, taking a much too big of a bite.
Harry laughed, licking off his fork. “You’ve got a little,” he gestured to his upper lip. I swiped my tongue across my lip but came back with nothing.
I giggled. “Where is it?”
He smiled, reaching out his hand and swiping his thumb just above my upper lip. I stood still as he brought his hand back, licking the frosting off his thumb.
“You want to get mine too, Harry?”
I snorted as I looked beside Harry and saw Niall whose face covered in frosting. I had completely missed it happening, but he was now wearing half the cake.
Harry tried to shove him away but Niall just stepped closer. “Niall, don’t you dare.”
“C’mon Harry, give me a birthday kiss.” They were both laughing and pushing each other until Harry backed into a table causing Niall to stumble into him and, he ended up getting a smear of frosting across his face. They stepped inside, still shoving each other, to clean up while the rest of us finished eating.
When they got back out Niall started opening his presents. When opened up the golf balls I had gotten earlier Harry shifted on his feet.
“And what do we have here? Golf balls with my initials in them. How thoughtful, Harry.”
Niall beamed over at Harry who stammered back a quiet ‘you’re welcome’.
Niall winked over at me and moved on to his other gifts.
The party had dwindled down and harry and I were sitting by the edge of the pool, our feet hanging in the water.
“Did you have fun tonight?”
I nodded, kicking my feet and watched ripples glide through the water. “Yeah. Did you?”
He nodded, his hand gripping the edge the pool. “Yeah.”
“So did you–”
“I really like you.”
I turned my head to look at Harry and his eyes were fixed straight ahead of him.
He hung his head, shaking it slightly. “Sorry. That sounded stupid.”
I waited as he took a deep breath, pulling his feet out the pool and bringing his knees to his chest.
He looked at me and I could tell that he was nervous. “I like you too, Harry.”
He laughed lightly, looking down and biting his lip. He took another breath before letting it all rush out.
“I like you more than just a friend. I’ve been feeling this way for a long while now, but I didn’t know when was an appropriate time to tell you this.” He exhaled. “But I’m tired of keeping this in.” He scooted closer to me so our noses were nearly touching. “I really, really like you. More than just a friend.”
I swallowed before letting a smile stretch across my face. “I really like you too, Harry. More than just a friend.”
He laughed and leaned in closer so our noses were now brushing. His lips were nearly touching mine when someone shouted from across the yard.
“Hey Harry, where do you want these dishes!”
We both sighed, turning to see Liam with a hand full of plates.
“Just a…put them in the sink.”
Liam turned back into the house as the mood that had been set faded away. Harry stood up and helped me to my feet.
“I guess we should go in.”
He nodded and I kept my head down, leading the way into the house.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to help? I don’t mind staying longer.”
I braced my hand against the wall, slipping my shoes back on as Harry tucked his hands into his front pockets.
“Nah. I can just get the rest tomorrow.”
I nodded, straightening up. “Oh! Before I forget.”
I started to take off his jacket, but he stopped me.
“You can wear it home if you like. I wouldn’t want you getting cold. You can give it back to me when we go out next weekend.”
He smirked as I stepped in closer to him.
He closed the space, resting his fingers lightly on my waist and leaning in. When his lips were nearly on mine again I turned my head so they landed on my cheek.
“Mmm, I think I’m gonna keep you waiting.”
He whined, tightening his hands around my waist. “How long?”
“Until after our date, and maybe I’ll be extra giving if you let me have more of the macaroons.” I wanted to kiss him just as bad, in fact I don’t know how I had the strength to pull away, but I liked keeping him on his toes.
He laughed, grazing his lips across my cheek before pulling away. “You’re mean.”
I smirked, resting my hands lightly on his chest. “Trust me. I’ll make it worth the wait.”
I pecked him lightly on the side of his mouth before grabbing my bag from the hall closet.
He wished me goodnight, and opened up the door for me.
I stepped out, smiling to myself as I walked away, pressing my hand to the necklace glistening on my chest.
This one came together so fast!! I hope you like it! :)
Before you knew it hands were on your waist joining you
on the song. He eased his leg in between your thighs, and just like that you
knew who it was. You stepped back from him and fixed your clothes. “Niall, what
do you want” you snapped. “I just want to dance with you” you smiled genuinely.
“One dance Horan” you pointed your finger in his face. One dance turned into three,
and before you knew it Niall had danced you off of the floor. You looked around
confused but he quickly pulled you close to him and started to kiss on your
neck. “I have missed you so much” he sighed into your neck. “Don’t start that,
not tonight we’re drunk” you argued pushing him off.
Somewhere in the mix of you trying to deny your
feelings and him making you slow dance to no music in the parking lot you found
yourself waking up in his arms the next morning. You cursed yourself for being
so stupid and eased out of bed. Before you could find all your clothes a naked
Niall was pulling you into his body. “So you were going to leave without saying
goodbye?” he asked his accent so thick you barely understood him. “Niall…we
both know that was a mistake. We were drunk” you reasoned with him. “That was
not a mistake” he said pointing to the bed referencing what happened the night
before. You were silent not looking at the bed where he was still pointing “tell
me you don’t love me y/n and I will let you leave” he said sadly. “I don…”
you refused to lie to him and you but you were just trying to protect yourself.
“I still love you Niall” you smiled.
“Harry what are you
saying?” you asked him stumbling back from the kitchen counter. “Nothing” “no,
say it Harry” you urged him. “I’m just…y/n I really think you spend your time
with boys who don’t deserve you, they have done nothing to prove they are
worthy and yet you are always so willing and eager to let them break your heart”
he said giving you a reassuring smile. “And what? You think you’re going to be
any different? I see the way you use girls Harry” you snapped at him. “I’m not
saying that I would never do anything to hurt you y/n but I would never
intentionally hurt, I could never make you cry. I am too in love with that
smile to see it fade away” he said walking closer to you. You started to step
back but he stopped you, your breath hitched in your throat. “I just…” you
started. “y/n, I’m just asking you to give me a chance. Let me proof it” he