Falling for Harry Styles

As I drifted into consciousness I felt a heavy weight on my side and warm air fanning over my face in consistent puffs. I opened my eyes and smiled at the sight of a peaceful face, lips slightly parted, and curls a tousled mess around his features. I just watched him for a moment before I wiggled m pinned-in arm out from underneath his. I gently pushed curls from his face and stroked through them as I watched the beautiful boy lain in my bed; my beautiful boy. The boy that had taken care of me when I needed it and was with me through all the shit I’ve been through in the past few months; the boy that made me happy, finally happy. I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to kiss him. I slowly surged forward as my eyes drifted closed and my lips gently brushed his.
As I pulled away and opened my eyes, I saw his teeth on display between his turned up lips and his arms tightened around me as he groaned contently. His eyes were still shut as he smirked and his raspy morning voice sounded, “Well good morning to you too.” I hadn’t even noticed the tears pricking my eyes until his drifted open and his brows furrowed in concern and his arms tensed around me, “Hey, what’s wrong?”
My lips curved up into a small smile as I moved my hand from his hair to cradle his cheek, “Thank you Harry,” I let it out in a whisper.
“For what Love?” his voice was soft as his still concerned eyes bore into mine.
“For making me happy, actually happy, for the first time since my sister died,” I smiled as more happy tears fell from my eyes and he brushed them away with his thumb as I nuzzled into his palm. “For making the pain go away.” His smile was warm and it made his eyes sparkle.
This time my lips weren’t gentle as I crushed them against his. They were quick to respond as my hand tangled back into his hair and his still held to my cheek. It was nowhere near how I imagined our first kiss to be, sloppy and probably extremely unattractive to an outsider’s eye. But that didn’t matter because there was so much meaning behind it. I was putting every ounce I had into that kiss because it all belonged to him. The pain in my chest was not anywhere close to as bad as it was the first few weeks; sure there was still a dull ache, but for the most part it was gone.
We pulled away panting and out of breath and I immediately hugged him to me, nuzzling into his chest as he hugged me and my tears subsided slowly. “Thank you Harry.” He just ran a hand through my hair as he shushed and cooed at me until I had calmed down completely.
We stayed that way for a few moments before he broke the silence, “Who’s the sap now?” he teased.
I pulled away with a chuckle and a light shove to his shoulder, “Shut up, Haz.” I wiped a few remaining tears from my cheeks as I looked into his stunning green eyes. My voice came out quiet with my next words almost as if they were spoken any louder they would break, “I love you Harry.” He smiled at me and kissed me again, this time softer, more gentle as our lips danced together and I felt his love being reciprocated.
We layed there in silence just admiring each other for a little while. “Are we going out with everyone tonight?” he asked as he played with my hair.
“Hmm,” I mumbled contently, “I’d like to.”
He nodded, “How should we tell them?”
“I think we should just let them figure it out.”
He chuckled, “You think they could catch on?”
“Our friends aren’t daft Haz.”
He chuckled with a shrug and a nod, “I guess you’re right. You know we’re never going to hear the end of it right?”
I sighed as I nodded and raised my eyebrows with a smile.

“How is it that you two are always the ones to show up last?” Louis asked as Harry and I slid into our seats. I just shrugged as I grabbed Harry’s hand and intertwined our fingers under the table.
Conversation started around the table and I was very aware of the lack of a drink in front of me. “I need a drink,” I announced as I turned toward Harry and lightly whacked his shoulder. “Scoot please.”
The look in his eye was concern as he turned toward me and lowered his voice, “Are you sure that’s a good idea Love? Last time…”
I smiled at him, my eyes almost pleading as I placed a hand on his cheek and rubbed my thumb into it, “It’s just one drink Haz. I’ll be fine, I promise.”
He bit his lip as he gave in, “Okay, I’ll go with you.”
He got up from his seat and offered me a hand. I took it and slid from the booth, interlocking our finger as I lead the way to the bar. We ordered our drinks and made our way back to the table, everyone watching us intently as we sat. I could feel the tension in the close atmosphere as I glanced around to all their intense gazes. “What?” my eyebrows raised as I sipped my drink.
It was silent for a moment before Zayn spoke up, “I’m just going to ask the question that everyone is thinking. Are you guys finally together?” everyone’s eyes shot to him and Liam elbowed him. “What you know you were wonderin’ too!”
I chuckled as I looked to Harry, “Told you they’d figure it out.”
He just rolled his eyes and grinned, “You were right.”
“So you are?” I nodded at the question still lost in Harry’s eyes. “Finally!”
There were whoops and hollers of cheers and happiness. And sure enough Harry was right; we got teased and told all night long how everyone “knew this would happen eventually.” But I couldn’t bring myself to mind the fun-loving banter. I was finally happy and nothing was going to change that.

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