Friends (Part 2)
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I was listening to Scared To Be Lonely (x) by Martin Garrix & Dua Lipa while writing this. So many feels. Oh and I chose a random name for the VS’s model mentioned in the first part because I didn’t want to include a specific girl.
~Harry and you are friends with benefits and then you start to feel more than you should~
Pair: Harry Styles and reader.
Warning: sex mentioned and language.
This part is from Harry’s point of view.
Harry wasn’t used to being with women like you. He had been with many before, but not a single one of them made him feel like you did. He wasn’t expecting a relationship, that was true. But it would be lying if he said he didn’t care about you.
You and him met at a friend’s birthday party. You caught his eyes from across the room. You weren’t dressing up to stand out in the crowd but there was something about you that drew him in. He wasn’t sure if it was the confidence you showed when you talked to other people, or the way you threw your head back and laughed at a joke. He just knew that the moment your eyes caught his curious gaze from across the room and you smiled, he wanted nothing more than you naked in his bed when the sun went up.
He found you very attractive. That was why he kept coming back for more after what supposed to be a one night stand. It wasn’t because you were the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on, because most of his exes were those who appeared regularly on magazines’ front covers. But you were always more special. You were beautiful inside out and you were so smart. The way you saw things differently, how you would always argue with him, how you’d prefer to stay in and read a good book, how you always challenged his temper and drove him insane, all those things turned him on. Most of the women Harry’d been with were the opposite of him. You were more like his female version. He felt like he could tell you anything without being judged because you understood him. But from Harry’s own experience, he wasn’t good at handling a romantic relationship. He had thought “it would be different this time" so many times in the past but never once it turned out to be true. So he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be more with you or he just enjoyed having you as a part of his life with no strings attached.
Harry agreed to go out with that model, Emily, just to prove to himself that he didn’t have “more than friends” feelings for you. She was blonde, skinny, tall and beautiful, like all the girls before. He thought Emily was sweet. She loved to laugh and she was very kind as she talked about her family most of the time. He enjoyed his dinner date with her. He didn’t tell you about Emily because he thought he didn’t need to, but he felt like he should have.
“I’m sorry…but I cannot tell yeh what yeh want to hear,” Harry had said to you. And those were honest words. He couldn’t have said no and he couldn’t have said yes either. Harry saw it coming when he said that. You kicked him out and told him not to come back. The one thing that he regretted most after was to do exactly what he was told.
It had been almost a month of no phone calls or text messages from you. Harry was struggling. He never went on a second date with that girl Emily. He had ended things with her before they could even begin. The first week without you wasn’t that hard for Harry. He would just keep himself busy during the day though when came the night, the thought of you would come haunting him. And the time after that first week was just torture. Whatever happened to him during the day he would think about telling you first but then he remembered you two had stopped talking. He would spend his nights at the bar and often ended up going home with a girl who almost looked like you. But he could never find one who could make him feel the same. Harry didn’t want to be lonely but it seemed like he would always feel lonely unless it was you who were kissing him and touching him and calling out his name. He missed you he finally admitted to himself, not just the sex, all of you.
Harry had to stop himself from calling you every night, until one night when he was alone in his room and he was so drunk that he could not fight it anymore.
His heart stopped when he heard your soft voice on the phone. He missed hearing the sound of his name on your lips.
“Pet…yeh still up?”
“Why are you calling me at this hour? Are you drunk?”
“I miss yeh.”
“We’re not doing this anymore.”
“No…You get it wrong. I’m not missing yeh because I’m horny…ugh…I’m kind of horny…but…” he said and laughed drunkenly. He heard you sigh and he could imagine your face with your eyebrows furrowed and your pink lips pressed together.
“You cannot call me when you’re drunk and bored again. We’re over, Harry. Go to sleep.”
“We can never be over. You know that,” he said almost out of breath.
“What do you want?”
“Can we please just…go back to normal?”
“What is normal, H? Tell me. Because i’m sure two friends fucking each other clearly isn’t.”
“We won’t have to fuck. Let’s just be friends…”
“No H. I’m sorry.”
Harry didn’t understand why you were apologizing when it was his fault from the beginning. Maybe you were apologizing for having feelings for him when you both had made an agreement not to fall for each other. For the first time since he met you, Harry felt confused and desperate. He needed you. He finally knew he did.
“Love-” Harry started but you ended the call. He didn’t get a chance to tell you what he was thinking. And maybe what he was thinking wasn’t your concern anymore.
(to be continued)
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