Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 5)
“Do you want to tell me what the hell happened to you last night?” Your friend demanded as you walked through the supermarket.
“I texted you and told you I left,” you said grabbing some broccoli.
“I know, but you just like disappeared and left your jacket and your unpaid tab,” she said. “So, what the hell happened? Did you freak out?” She asked.
Technically, yes, but you didn’t want to tell her that.
“No, I just, remember the guy I was seeing,” you said. “He was there and we talked about things and then we left together.”
“Well, why didn’t you just say that! I’m perfectly okay with the fact that you left me, knowing that you went and got you some!” she smirked.
You blushed. “We didn’t, we haven’t exactly…” you whispered.
“Really? It’s been what like a few weeks already right?” she asked.
“Yeah, but I mean, we’ve been getting to know each other,” you said. “Which is what you do when you first start seeing someone besides we’re not even official yet.”
“That makes sense,” she nodded. “So, what’s all this for anyway?” she said pointing to your cart full of food.
“He’s uh, he’s coming to my house tonight and I’m cooking dinner,” you said.
“Oooh, are you planning a little something special?” she smirked.
“Oh god, no,” you laughed. “Will you stop with the sex interrogation? We haven’t even talked about going that far yet.”
“But have you thought about it?” She asked.
“Of course I have, I’m human aren’t I?” You said. “It’s just, you know how I am. I have to really like and care about someone before I feel comfortable to go that far.”
“I know, remember when we tried to take you out for a one night stand after your last breakup? That was bad,” she laughed.
“Well, it also didn’t help that the guy you happened to point out was the current boyfriend of the girl that my ex cheated on me with, and that’s how he found out about her cheating on him,” you laughed.
“That’s true,” she laughed. “Anyway, am I ever going to meet or at least know the name of this mystery boy toy?”
You laughed. “You will at some point, I promise, but it’s still really new.”
“You’ve always told me when you’ve been dating someone, so what’s different with this one?” she asked.
“it’s complicated,” you sighed.
“Y/N! You’re not the other woman are you?” She gasped.
“What? No, no, of course not. He’s not married or in a relationship at all,” you said. “It’s just complicated…”
“Does it not want to be seen with you?” She asked.
“It’s sort of the opposite,” you said. “I can’t be seen with him because of… work,” you said.
“Wait, is it someone from work?” She gasped. “Like a coworker?”
“No…” you said.
“ARE YOU DATING A FAMOUS PERSON!” She shouted.
“Oh my god, will you lower your voice,” you hissed looking around at everyone staring.
“Sorry, it’s just a lot to take in,” she said. “Wait a minute… if it’s someone you met at work and you can’t really be seen with them…and you saw him at the club the other night… HOLY FUCKING SHIT ITS HARRY STYLES ISN’T IT?” she shouted.
You groaned. “Sorry, she’s a bit uh… drunk,” you said to an old lady staring.
Once everyone was away, you sighed looking at her. “Yes, okay, I’ve been seeing him,” you said.
“Oh my god! How did you keep this information from me for so long?” she gasped.
“Because I had to,” you sighed. “And you can’t tell anyone.”
“Scouts honor!” she said. “I can’t believe this. This is so cool!”
You laughed. “Come on, I’ve got everything I need.”
“I bet you do,” she smirked.
Later that night, you were getting everything ready for the dinner. Harry would be over soon and you were just finishing everything up. You had music playing in the background as you cooked. You were nervous about tonight, especially after your conversation with your friend from earlier.
If you were being honest with yourself, you were definitely ready to take that step with him, but you wanted to wait until you knew where this was going to go.
The doorbell rang and you knew it was Harry. You quickly washed your hands and headed over to the door.
“Hey,” he smiled holding a bottle of wine in his hands.
“Hey, come on in, everything is almost ready,” you smiled.
Harry walked in and you shut the door. He gave you a quick kiss before following you into the kitchen.
“Need any help?” He asked.
“You can pour the wine,” you smiled.
“Sounds good,” he smiled going over to your cabinet and getting two wine glasses.
“How was your day?” You asked.
“It was okay, I had a few radio interviews,” he said.
“Oh, how did those go?” You asked.
“Pretty good,” he smiled. “How about you? Did you go back to work today?”
“No, I’ve been working from home,” you sighed. “I know it seems childish, but Madison just… she irks me the wrong way and I’m just afraid that she’s going to say something and I’m gonna punch her or something.”
“Now, baby, violence is never the answer,” he laughed wrapping his arms around you. “But I do think you should go back to work because the longer you’re gone, the more it looks like she won.”
“You’re probably right,” you sighed.
“I am right,” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes. “Well, Mr. Right, why don’t you go set the table and I’ll bring the food in,” you laughed.
“So, you admit I’m your Mr. Right?” he smirked.
“I never said that,” you laughed.
“Oh, I think you did,” he said walking over to the table.
You laughed shaking your head. You put everything on the table and sit down. You both start eating quickly and Harry looks over at you.
“I’m going to Paris in a few days,” he said. “I have an appearance there on a show and I was sort of wondering if you’d want to go with me?”
“Oh, wow, I’d love to go, but would that be the best idea for us?” You asked. “I mean, how would I go with you and not be seen?”
“I guess I didn’t think about that,” he sighed. “But I mean are we supposed to hide out forever?”
“No,” you sighed.
“Then come with me,” he said. “It’s going to be a big appearance for me and I want my girlfriend to be there with me, plus we’ll have some time to spend in Paris and I’d love to have you there with me.”
You stopped eating and looked up at him. “Girlfriend?”
Harry blushed and took a sip of his wine. “I uh… well… I mean… Aren’t you?”
“I guess, but I didn’t know we were…at that step yet…” you blushed.
“Well, that’s sort of my fault,” he coughed. “I never did really ask you.”
“No, you didn’t,” you laughed. “But I would say yes if you did.”
He smiled taking your hand. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend and come with me to Paris?” he asked.
“Yeah, I will,” you smiled.
He leaned into kiss you before pulling you out of your chair and into his lap. You laughed wrapping your arms around his neck and looking down at him.
“I really like you,” he whispered.
“And I really like you,” you whispered.
Harry leaned into kiss you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You deepen the kiss and tightened his grip on you. You pull back a bit and turn so that you’re straddling him. He then gets up from the chair to carry you over to the couch. You both practically fall onto the couch and start laughing.
“Oops,” he laughed. “I tripped.”
“Way to go,” you laughed. “Now, come here.”
He smirked and kissed you again. It didn’t take long before you found yourself unbuttoning the rest of shirt. He leaned up a bit from the couch as he helped you take off his shirt and throw it. His hands were making their way up your thighs and sides before pulling you closer to him. He pulled away from your lips and started kissing down your neck. You closed your eyes as you tilted your head to the side.
You felt his hands at the hem of your shirt and touching the skin underneath. You pulled back from the kiss and took it off. Harry smiled and leaned up to kiss you on the lips. You put your hands on the side of his face as you smiled into the kiss.
A half an hour later, Harry pulled away from your neck. “W-We should probably stop,” he whispered.
“Why?” You said kissing his neck.
“Because…as I’m sure you can tell, I’m developing a bit of a problem,” he said.
“Oh, right,” you blushed. “But uh… we don’t have to stop,” you whispered.
“What? I mean, are you sure? We don’t have to do anything,” he said.
“I know, but I want to unless you don’t,” you said.
“It’s not that I don’t because I do, trust me I do, I just don’t want you to feel like pressured or anything,” he said. “I don’t want to rush things with you,”
“Okay, I’m confused,” you said getting off his lap and sitting next to him on the couch.
He tried his best to rearrange himself once you got off of him. “So, you want to have sex with me, but you’re not going to?” You asked.
He sighed grabbing a pillow and looking over at you. “Not tonight,” he said. “I want our first time together to be a bit more romantic than this,” he said pointing to the couch.
“We can go to my bedroom, I wasn’t exactly insinuating that we do it here,” you laughed.
“I know, but I still want it to be more romantic,” he blushed. “And I want to know that we’re both ready for this. I don’t want us to just give in to the moment and then one of us regret it the next morning.”
“If you’re worried about me regretting it, I wouldn’t,” you said.
“I’m glad that you wouldn’t, but still,” he smiled taking your hand. “I would feel better if it happened a different night. I hope you’re mad…”
“Why would I be mad?” You laughed. “It’s okay, really. I understand and I see where you’re coming from and I agree. We hadn’t really talked about it and you’re right, I think we’d both feel better about taking that step when we both are on the same page.”
He smiled. “But I promise you, it will happen soon.”
“Looking forward to it,” you smirked.
The next morning you decided that you were going to work. You got up, dressed, and headed out the door. You weren’t exactly gung-ho on going to work, but Harry was right, the longer you avoided Madison, the more she could gloat that she won.
When you arrived at the office, Madison wasn’t there yet, and you couldn’t be happier. You went into your office and started finishing up some things that you had been working on at home.
A few hours later, there was a knock on the door. You opened it and it was a delivery guy holding flowers.
“Are you Y/N?” he asked.
“I am,” you nodded.
“These are for you,” he smiled.
“Oh, thank you,” you said taking them from him. It was a huge bouquet of red and pink roses. You found a card and opened it.
“I figured you might need something to brighten your first day back at the office. Meet me for lunch at noon?” - H.
You smiled widely and put the vase on your desk. You grabbed your phone and texted him that you would meet him, but only at a cafe a few blocks away from the office.
“What’s this?” A voice said standing in your doorway.
You turned around and saw Madison standing there. “Well, I’m not exactly sure, but I think they’re roses,” you rolled your eyes.
“Duh, Y/N. I meant why did you buy yourself roses,” she said.
“I didn’t buy myself roses, they were sent to me,” you said.
“But who?” She scoffs.
“None of your business,” you said.
“No need to get defensive, Y/N,” she said. “Anyway, glad to see you back at work.”
“Thanks,” you mumbled before going back to work.
When it came time to leave for lunch, you left your office and got in your car. You drove to the restaurant that you were meeting Harry at and walked inside. Harry was already there and sitting at a back table that was pretty private.
He hugged you tightly when you got there before giving you a quick kiss and you two sat down at the table. Before you could even say anything to him, someone walked up to the table. You figured it was the waiter, but you quickly found out that it wasn’t.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Madison smirked crossing her arms as she looked at you and Harry.