One Shots
One Year - A Harry Styles One Shot
My eyes fluttered open instantly, and I smiled widely. Rolling over to see him, I realized that in his place was a note.
I let you sleep in this morning, darling. I've gone to the studio for recording. See you soon.
Harry xx
My smile faltered when I realized I would not be seeing my boyfriend today, but nonetheless, I pried myself from the bed. I stretched, letting my joints pop into place and stalked to the kitchen to get some coffee. My feet padded softly on the tile floor, and echoed through the empty house.
I laughed lightly when I saw what greeted me in the kitchen. I saw another sticky note securely placed on the coffee maker.
I know how much you love coffee, love. But first I want you to go back to our room. There is something for you underneath my pillow.
Harry xx
I gasped, and practically sprinted back to our room, and jumped onto the fluffy bed. I discarded the sheets and blankets digging for my prize. I finally came across a black box, and I opened it gingerly, praying that this wasn't simply a blissful dream. Inside it carried a silver necklace with a charm reading 'Harry'. I sucked in a breath, and stared at it lovingly.
Running to the bathroom, I pushed my wild mane for hair out of the way and placed the cold chain around my neck. I smiled at it while it laid there on my chest, and admired its beautiful simplicity.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and I groaned loudly. Who would come to my door this early in the morning?! To look a little less wild, I ran a brush through the mess of tangles and threw it up into a pony tail.
I walked to the door, and cracked it open slightly to see who it was. "Delivery for a Miss Ramos?"
I furrowed my brows, and nodded, retrieving the box he held. I quickly scribbled my signature down, and then shut the door. Plopping down onto our sofa, I opened the box, and in it revealed a chic strapless gown. I lifted it up, and gazed at it in awe. The soft fabric cascaded down to the ground, and I silently applauded Harry for picking the right color: midnight blue. I carefully set the dress down when I saw another note.
You can thank Gemma for the gown, I'm absolutely clueless when it comes to dress shopping. You know I'd just prefer you wear nothing.
Harry xx
I chuckled at his cheekiness, and walked to the bathroom once more. I figured I might as well get ready for the coming day, so I dressed simple in dark wash jeans and a white tee. Once again, I was interrupted by a knock on the door.
I ran to it, and saw Al, Harry's driver, standing there. "Erm, hey, Al. What's up?" I asked awkwardly.
"Mr. Styles has asked me to provide you of services today, Ma'am," He told me with a slight tilt of his cap.
"Thank you, but I don't exactly have anywhere to be," I told him.
Al only smiled and said, "That's been taken care of, Miss. And I've also been ordered not to tell you." I furrowed my brows in confusion, but gathered my things and went with him. Not long afterwards, he informed me we had reached our destination.
I got out of the car, and realized I was at a shoe shop. I walked in, and a lady was there to greet me. She was a small older woman, and she smiled kindly at me. I returned it gladly, while she handed me a box. Without any words exchanged, she walked away leaving me confused. I opened it eagerly, and saw another note.
Even I am not stupid enough to leave you with a beautiful dress and without shoes. Here you are, love.
Harry xx
I lifted up one heel, and eyed the strappy silver shoe. I smirked, remembering Harry's shoe fetish.
I walked out of the department, and got back into the car with Al. He later drove me to a nail department, and hair salon, each time to be greeted with a note.
I know how much you enjoy being pampered, so these lovely ladies will be taking care of you for the time being.
Harry xx
Three hours later, my hair was clean, trimmed, and curled, and each nail was painted to perfection. I beamed at my reflection in the mirror. Al suggested that I slip into my new gown and heels as well, just to give it a go and make sure everything fit. I obliged with no hesitation, and admired how well everything fit.
When Al told me that I was to exit the car, I was ready to open the door when someone beat me to it.
"Hello, gorgeous," His deep and low voice reached me. Even in the middle of a rainstorm, miles away, his voice would somehow find me. His smile lit up his face, and his dimples joined the party. He helped me out of the car and eyed me cheekily. "Looking as lovely as always, darling," he purred.
"Well, someone so kindly - and expensively - made sure that I looked pleasurable tonight." And with that I gave a little twirl earning me a throaty chuckle from Harry.
"How kind of them," Harry whispered. He leaned forward so our foreheads were touching, and his warm breath puffed against my face. He looks at me with his deep free eyes, and I get lost in them, dissecting and discovering every color that takes place there. He holds me close to him, and we stand there completely interlocked in the middle of the street, not caring who saw. We are inexplicably connected in a way no one can verbalize.
He leans forward and gives places a soft peck onto my lips. But he wastes no time in making his way to my earlobe nibbling, whispering, kissing. "Happy One Year, babe." My heart drops, and my stomach plummets. How could I forget.
Harry senses my now rigid body, and laughs in my ear. "Don't worry. You'll make up for it later. Without that restricting gown," he whispers tauntingly in my ear. I groan and lean into him.
After a wonderful meal with him, he leads me by hand into our home, and up the stairs. We stare at each other wonderingly for several seconds, and before I know it, he lunges at me, capturing my lips with his. His kiss is filled with love, and lust. He moves away from my lips, and to my bare shoulders, leaving gentle love bites on any space of bare skin he can find. I moan hungrily, and slip his shirt over his head. I push him down on the bed, and straddle him. His large hands automatically move under my dress, and to my bum.
"Happy one year, love," I whisper in his ear. He removes my gown in one swift motion, and commences to show me his love in the most intimate way possible. Our bodies are as two, but our hearts and souls are as one. This is not a game, or a battle for dominance. His touch is gentle, but rough. It's a strange, catastrophic love in a thunderstorm-slash-hurricane kind of way.
"Harry.." I whisper, his name a remedy on my lips. He understands me, and looks me in the eye. We share an unspoken promise.
"Bella!" He moans into my skin. I never really knew how beautiful my name was until he said it, and now I wish no longer for someone else to say it for it will never compare to him.
This may be our first year, but it was not our last. It was only the first year of our forever.
I let you sleep in this morning, darling. I've gone to the studio for recording. See you soon.
Harry xx
My smile faltered when I realized I would not be seeing my boyfriend today, but nonetheless, I pried myself from the bed. I stretched, letting my joints pop into place and stalked to the kitchen to get some coffee. My feet padded softly on the tile floor, and echoed through the empty house.
I laughed lightly when I saw what greeted me in the kitchen. I saw another sticky note securely placed on the coffee maker.
I know how much you love coffee, love. But first I want you to go back to our room. There is something for you underneath my pillow.
Harry xx
I gasped, and practically sprinted back to our room, and jumped onto the fluffy bed. I discarded the sheets and blankets digging for my prize. I finally came across a black box, and I opened it gingerly, praying that this wasn't simply a blissful dream. Inside it carried a silver necklace with a charm reading 'Harry'. I sucked in a breath, and stared at it lovingly.
Running to the bathroom, I pushed my wild mane for hair out of the way and placed the cold chain around my neck. I smiled at it while it laid there on my chest, and admired its beautiful simplicity.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and I groaned loudly. Who would come to my door this early in the morning?! To look a little less wild, I ran a brush through the mess of tangles and threw it up into a pony tail.
I walked to the door, and cracked it open slightly to see who it was. "Delivery for a Miss Ramos?"
I furrowed my brows, and nodded, retrieving the box he held. I quickly scribbled my signature down, and then shut the door. Plopping down onto our sofa, I opened the box, and in it revealed a chic strapless gown. I lifted it up, and gazed at it in awe. The soft fabric cascaded down to the ground, and I silently applauded Harry for picking the right color: midnight blue. I carefully set the dress down when I saw another note.
You can thank Gemma for the gown, I'm absolutely clueless when it comes to dress shopping. You know I'd just prefer you wear nothing.
Harry xx
I chuckled at his cheekiness, and walked to the bathroom once more. I figured I might as well get ready for the coming day, so I dressed simple in dark wash jeans and a white tee. Once again, I was interrupted by a knock on the door.
I ran to it, and saw Al, Harry's driver, standing there. "Erm, hey, Al. What's up?" I asked awkwardly.
"Mr. Styles has asked me to provide you of services today, Ma'am," He told me with a slight tilt of his cap.
"Thank you, but I don't exactly have anywhere to be," I told him.
Al only smiled and said, "That's been taken care of, Miss. And I've also been ordered not to tell you." I furrowed my brows in confusion, but gathered my things and went with him. Not long afterwards, he informed me we had reached our destination.
I got out of the car, and realized I was at a shoe shop. I walked in, and a lady was there to greet me. She was a small older woman, and she smiled kindly at me. I returned it gladly, while she handed me a box. Without any words exchanged, she walked away leaving me confused. I opened it eagerly, and saw another note.
Even I am not stupid enough to leave you with a beautiful dress and without shoes. Here you are, love.
Harry xx
I lifted up one heel, and eyed the strappy silver shoe. I smirked, remembering Harry's shoe fetish.
I walked out of the department, and got back into the car with Al. He later drove me to a nail department, and hair salon, each time to be greeted with a note.
I know how much you enjoy being pampered, so these lovely ladies will be taking care of you for the time being.
Harry xx
Three hours later, my hair was clean, trimmed, and curled, and each nail was painted to perfection. I beamed at my reflection in the mirror. Al suggested that I slip into my new gown and heels as well, just to give it a go and make sure everything fit. I obliged with no hesitation, and admired how well everything fit.
When Al told me that I was to exit the car, I was ready to open the door when someone beat me to it.
"Hello, gorgeous," His deep and low voice reached me. Even in the middle of a rainstorm, miles away, his voice would somehow find me. His smile lit up his face, and his dimples joined the party. He helped me out of the car and eyed me cheekily. "Looking as lovely as always, darling," he purred.
"Well, someone so kindly - and expensively - made sure that I looked pleasurable tonight." And with that I gave a little twirl earning me a throaty chuckle from Harry.
"How kind of them," Harry whispered. He leaned forward so our foreheads were touching, and his warm breath puffed against my face. He looks at me with his deep free eyes, and I get lost in them, dissecting and discovering every color that takes place there. He holds me close to him, and we stand there completely interlocked in the middle of the street, not caring who saw. We are inexplicably connected in a way no one can verbalize.
He leans forward and gives places a soft peck onto my lips. But he wastes no time in making his way to my earlobe nibbling, whispering, kissing. "Happy One Year, babe." My heart drops, and my stomach plummets. How could I forget.
Harry senses my now rigid body, and laughs in my ear. "Don't worry. You'll make up for it later. Without that restricting gown," he whispers tauntingly in my ear. I groan and lean into him.
After a wonderful meal with him, he leads me by hand into our home, and up the stairs. We stare at each other wonderingly for several seconds, and before I know it, he lunges at me, capturing my lips with his. His kiss is filled with love, and lust. He moves away from my lips, and to my bare shoulders, leaving gentle love bites on any space of bare skin he can find. I moan hungrily, and slip his shirt over his head. I push him down on the bed, and straddle him. His large hands automatically move under my dress, and to my bum.
"Happy one year, love," I whisper in his ear. He removes my gown in one swift motion, and commences to show me his love in the most intimate way possible. Our bodies are as two, but our hearts and souls are as one. This is not a game, or a battle for dominance. His touch is gentle, but rough. It's a strange, catastrophic love in a thunderstorm-slash-hurricane kind of way.
"Harry.." I whisper, his name a remedy on my lips. He understands me, and looks me in the eye. We share an unspoken promise.
"Bella!" He moans into my skin. I never really knew how beautiful my name was until he said it, and now I wish no longer for someone else to say it for it will never compare to him.
This may be our first year, but it was not our last. It was only the first year of our forever.
Notes
Oh lordy, I am a horrible, horrible, HORRIBLE person! I'm so sorry, love. This one shot took me forever. Damn those college professors.Sorry if it's a tad too dirty for you...
I really am sorry, and hope you enjoyed it.
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