One Direction Short Stories

I just can’t believe all the crap I’ve been dealing with lately. Going into my final year of college, you would think things would be a bit easier. My father is off on some long trip, he’s not returning my calls. I’ve decided I need a little time away before I start school. I’m heading to my father’s beach house.
I use my code to get into the private property and drive up to the beach house. Grabbing my bags I head to the front door, unlocking it and letting myself inside.
I head straight to the kitchen, I’m starving. I’m surprised to find fresh fruit. I start eating an orange while I look around the kitchen for what else I want to eat. Then I hear it. The most perfect deep british accent. “Hello. May I help you?”
I turn around quickly. First shocked that I’m not alone. Secondly shocked at the sight in front of me, the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. He’s wearing nothing but a towel wrapped low around his waist. His long dark hair is still wet from the shower. He has just the right amount of muscles. His piercing green eyes look at me with curiosity, not concern.
Somehow I manage to speak. “I’m Kristina. My father owns this beach house.”
Mr. Handsome smiles. Wow what a smile!
“I thought I recognized you from the pictures.” He gestures with his hand to the various pictures around the room. Then with that same hand puts it out to introduce himself. His other hand clinging tightly to the towel. “I’m Harry. Your father and I have some mutual friends. I needed to get away for a bit, so your dad offered this to me.”
When I shake his hand I know I hold on a little too long. He’s just so amazing looking.
“I’m sorry. My father is out of the country and I couldn’t get ahold of him. I just came here assuming it would be empty. I’ll get my things and head out.”
Harry moves quickly and grabs my arm. Is it horrible of me that I keep hoping he’ll accidentally use his other hand, dropping the towel.
“At least stay for dinner. I was going to barbeque as soon as I got out of the shower. I have plenty. Please stay?”
Holy crap. The sweet, pleading look on his face. How can I resist? “Thank you Harry. I’d love to.”
The biggest smile emerges on his face. “Good. I’ll just go get dressed.” Harry says as he rushes out of the room.
I make my way to the large windows on the backside of the house. I’m looking out at the ocean. It’s still quite warm out. I’m glad I chose to wear this lightweight dress today. Just then Harry walks out of the bedroom. He’s wearing yellow shorts and a very thin white t-shirt. So thin that I can see all of his tattoos through it.
He looks over at me and smiles. I’m sure he must have caught me checking him out. “Care to help me in the kitchen, Kristina?”
“Sure.” I smile and blush.
Harry takes the chicken out to the barbeque. Once he has that started he comes back in to show me what else he has planned for the meal. As I’m making the salad I feel eyes on me. I turn towards Harry. His eyes are trailing up and down my body. When they make it back up to my eyes, I’m still looking at him. He smiles, blushing a little. “I better go check on the barbeque.”
When he leaves the room, I take a deep breath. How is it possible that he can be so sweet and cute, yet so handsome and sexy at the same time?
Just then Harry peeks his head around the corner. “Shall we eat inside or out?”
I smile. “The bugs might be bad at this time. Why don’t we eat here at the counter?”
Harry’s dimples appear. “Perfect.”
We sit on the stools at the counter facing each other. Our knees bumping often. Each time it sends shockwaves through me.
We have a great conversation over dinner. Harry wanting to hear all about my college life. He finds it fascinating that I’m an Art History major.
“So what do you do, Harry?” I ask. He quickly turns his head towards me, with a
strange look on his face. Oh no. Did I say something wrong? He’s searching my eyes. I’m not quite sure what he’s looking for.
Then he smiles. “I’m a musician.”
My eyes get wide. “Wow. Are you in a band?”
He grins. There’s those dimples again. “Yes, I am.”
“Do you play the clubs in LA?” I ask genuinely.
Harry laughs. “No, we are a bit bigger than that.”
At that moment he runs his hand through his hair, brushing it off to the side and looks into my eyes, grinning with dimples on full display.
Then it hits me. Oh crap, I’m such an idiot. From the look on Harry’s face, he can tell what I’ve just realized. I shake my head and look down. How embarrassing. I look up at him briefly. “Harry, I’m so sorry. I know who you are, I don’t know why it didn’t register with me. I’m so embarrassed.”
He laughs. Touching my arm he tells me. “Please don’t be embarrassed. It was quite
refreshing to be seen as just Harry the guy, rather than Harry the ‘celebrity’. ”
I still feel like an idiot.
Harry laughs again. “You look quite pretty when you’re embarrassed.”
I look up at him and roll my eyes. “Thanks,”
“How about we take a walk on the beach?” He asks me. He stands in front of me offering his hand to help me off the stool. I take it and as we head outside, he doesn’t let go.
As we slip off our shoes and make our way to the beach I realize that my hand has never fit more comfortably with anyone else's before.
We stop when we are near the water’s edge. Harry turns towards me. “I think you should stay here. There’s plenty of room for both of us.” He tells me.
I feel bad. “No, I don’t want to impose. You came here to get away.” I look down at my bare feet in the sand.
I feel Harry’s long finger under my chin. He gently lifts it so that our eyes meet. “Please stay, Krissy. Please.”
I get lost in between the depths of green in his eyes and his heartfelt words. Plus he called me Krissy. No one ever calls me that. I love that name. My grandparents used to call me that and I miss it. It takes me a moment to catch my breath. Harry waits patiently. “Alright, I’ll stay.” I tell him.
Harry’s eyes light up. He squeezes my hand. “Good. Let’s go back to the house and watch a movie.”

Back at the house, Harry offers to carry my bags to the bedroom. “Would you prefer the master bedroom? I can move my things.” Harry sweetly offers.
“No, the guest room is fine.”
“Are you sure? You won’t have that amazing view of the ocean.”
“It’s ok. I’ll just pop in there if I want to see the view.” I tease.
Harry gets a serious look. With a wink he tells me. “You are welcome in there anytime.” Then he turns to take my bags to my room. Holy crap Harry. Are you trying to kill me?
We both change into something more comfortable. I put on some super soft sleep shorts and t-shirt. When I come out of the bedroom Harry is sitting on the couch already. He’s wearing low riding sweatpants and no shirt. I swallow hard then sit on the opposite end of the couch. Harry looks over at me and smirks. “I don’t bite, love.”
While I get up and move closer I say. “Well why bother sitting close to you then.”
Harry laughs loudly. “Good one.”

About halfway through the movie, Harry takes my hand. I lean my head against his shoulder. Something about this just feels right.

I wake up in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep. I make my way out to the large glass windows at the back of the house. I watch the waves slap against the shore. Things have been so complicated lately. Meeting Harry today has made me feel lighter, like somehow I can deal with everything. Then my dark side creeps up. What if he breaks your heart? Life would be even more complicated. Then through the dark I hear. “You alright, Krissy?” In the deepest, sleepy british accent I’ve ever heard. I turn around to see Harry standing there. Barechested, rubbing his eyes like a tired toddler. My heart warms. He’s so sweet. “I’m fine. Just lots on my mind.”
“How about we stay up and watch something till you fall asleep?” Harry suggests.
“Are you sure, Harry?” I ask him.
He gives me a sleepy smile, takes my hand leading me to the couch. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Harry finds a Friends marathon on tv. He continues to hold my hand. I snuggle into him, my head against his shoulder. I watch quietly as my mind continues to wonder. Is it worth it to chance a relationship with Harry? Is that even where this is headed?

The next morning I’m sitting out on the deck, drinking my coffee. I hear a noise, and turn my head to see Harry standing there, looking as handsome as ever. “May I join you?” He asks.
I laugh. “Of course you can.”
He smiles, giving me a kiss on the forehead. “Good morning, Krissy.”
I look out towards the ocean. I feel eyes on me. Looking towards Harry I see that he’s watching me. He smiles and tells me. “You are so beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off of you.”
My heart is doing that strange thing again. I’ve never felt it till I met Harry. “Harry, you need to stop being so amazing. You are making it very hard for me to be a good girl.”
He leans in close to me. “Then don’t be good.”
My breath catches,
“Krissy, if you are feeling anything like what I am, then you know what’s happening between us isn’t normal. So normal rules don’t apply.”
I smile. I’m feeling the exact same way.
Harry takes my hand, gently pulling me to stand in front of him. “Krissy, from the moment I saw you standing in the kitchen, everything has changed for me. You feel so familiar. So I’d say that you’ve stolen my heart, but honestly, I think you’ve owned it all along. Even before we met.”
I look up into Harry’s eyes. “You better go get a towel.”
He looks at me confused.
I grin. “You’ll need it to clean up that puddle on the ground that used to be my heart. You just melted it.”
Harry laughs.
“Harry, from the moment I saw the wet guy in nothing but a towel standing in my dad’s living room, everything has changed for me too. There’s something special and comfortable about you, Harry. And you’re right, normal rules don’t apply.”
He smiles, puts his hands in my hair. Looking deep into my eyes he whispers. “May I kiss you?”
I smile, whispering back. “Please.”
Harry moves in slowly. At first his lips just graze mine. The electric sparks that sets off makes me anticipate the fireworks that are inevitably coming.
Harry leaves the sweetest, lightest kiss on my lips before he takes my bottom lip between his. More force this time, yet still gentle. Then he moves to my top lip. When his tongue urges, I eagerly accept it. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I run my fingers up through his hair and pull him even closer.
It’s hard to focus on anything but Harry while we are kissing. I swear I hear a distant noise though. Harry pauses to tell me. “I think your phone is ringing.” I pick it up off the table to see who it is. Harry moves to kissing my neck. Wow, he’s really good at that. I try to focus on my phone. “Oh crap it’s my dad.” Harry pulls back.
“Hello Dad.” I answer. I pull my long hair all to one side, exposing my neck. I look at Harry. He smirks, taking it as an invitation. Walking up behind me, Harry wraps his arms around my waist. His lips are on my neck again. I feel myself relaxing into him. I’m finding it hard to focus on what my dad is saying. “What was that Dad?” I ask, highly distracted.
Harry laughs at me. I put my finger to my lips to shush Harry. This only causes to draw his attention back to my lips. I watch him bite his own before moving closer to me. He whispers roughly in my ear. “You’re so beautiful. You take my breath away.”
My heart does that thing again as Harry pulls back and looks in my eyes. In his eyes I see the perfect combination of sweetness and want. Then I remember I’m on the phone with my dad. “I’m sorry Dad, what was that?”
Harry laughs loudly. As he walks past me, I give him a swat on his perfect ass. He turns around, giving me an adorable wink as he steps into the house.
“Kristina, for the fourth time, where are you?”
“Sorry Dad. I’m at the beach house.”
“How can you be at the beach house? I’m letting someone stay there.”
“Well, if you had answered any of my many calls, I would have known that, Dad.”
“Sorry about that.”
“It’s alright. It’s actually working out great, Dad.”
I can hear my dad saying something, but I have no idea what. I’m watching Harry through the large glass window. He mouths the words. “You are beautiful.” Then bites his lip.
I’m barely able to stand. My heart pounds with a longing like I’ve never felt before. At that moment I decide, screw rules, screw logic. I’m going with my heart. “Sorry Dad, I gotta go.” I don’t wait for his response. I hang up the phone, leaving it on the table on the deck.
Harry stands at the door watching me. I reach for his hand. “Come with me, please.” I lead him to the sand beyond the deck. We walk all the way to the water in silence. I swear I can hear my heart pounding. Stopping at the water’s edge, I face him. “Harry, I’m scared and excited at the same time. I have never felt this way before. It’s really quite insane. I met you yesterday, yet I feel like I’ve known you forever. Never have I felt so comfortable with someone.” I grin. “Harry, you are going to think I’m completely crazy. I don’t know if I believe in fate or destiny. I do know that something incredible is happening between us.” Squeezing Harry’s hand I tell him. “I’m falling for you. I suddenly can’t imagine a life without you in it.”
I look down at the sand. “If I’m wrong. If you don’t feel anything for me even close to that...I can go.”
Harry squeezes my hand. He leans down to kiss my cheek, whispering in my ear. “You’re not going anywhere, love.”
I look up to meet his eyes. They are absolutely sparkling. “Krissy, you are most definitely not crazy. Well if you are, then I am as well. The moment I saw you standing in that kitchen, was the first time my heart ever felt whole. I always felt a piece was missing. I know now that you are my missing piece. You are honestly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And I want you more than I’ve ever desired anyone.” He grins. “I also want to cuddle with you, staying up all night talking. My mind could go to a million different places, yet it always chooses you. Krissy, we can’t ignore this. Clearly we are meant to be together.” He swallows hard. Putting his hand in my hair, with the deepest, sexiest voice he tells me. “I’ve fallen for you, Krissy. I need you in my life.”
I know without a shadow of a doubt what I want. “Why don’t we go back to the house?”
Harry grins. “Are you sure?”
“I’m very sure.”
“Good, cause I’ve never wanted anything more.” Then bending down Harry tells me. “Get on, I’ll give you a ride back.” I laugh as I climb onto Harry’s back, wrapping my arms around his neck. “This isn’t exactly the ride I had in mind but it’s fun.”
Harry laughs as he wraps his arms through my legs. His strong arms holding me safely. “Oh trust me babe, you’re going to get that ride as well.”
Back at the house I put my hand in Harry’s hair. Pulling him close, I kiss him. My mouth hungrily exploring his. He puts his hands on my lower back, pulling me in close, till our bodies are practically molded together.
I pull back, laying my hand alongside Harry’s face. As he smiles I run my thumb across his dimple. “Come with me.” I tell him.
At the couch I push on his chest, forcing him to sit. I quickly straddle him. He smirks. “I like this.”
I lean in to kiss him. Biting his bottom lip as I pull away. Harry slides his hands under either side of my dress, grabbing onto my hips. As he does I begin to move on him. I feel his immediate response as he moans against my lips.
I’ve never felt this comfortable with a man, or my own body for that matter. All I can think about is how I want to please Harry, and anticipating how he will please me.
Harry begins kissing my neck as I feel his hand moving under my dress. He gently pushes aside my panties, his long fingers arousing me slowly, perfectly to the point of explosion. My body shudders with pleasure above him. I look into Harry’s eyes, the various shades of green are beautiful, however it’s the genuine affection in them that reels me in.
Grabbing onto my ass, Harry manages to stand up, picking me up along with him. I wrap my legs around his hips as he carries me to the bedroom.
He sets me down near the bed. Running his fingers through my hair. “Krissy, if you’d rather wait? It’s alright. Honestly, I’d wait forever for you.”
Damn! My heart is doing that thing again. I think I finally understand what it is.
“I don’t want to wait Harry. I know without a doubt that something special is happening between us. I want to be with you now.”
I let my dress fall to the floor. “You are so beautiful, Krissy.” Harry pulls down the straps of my bra. Starting at my neck he begins kissing me, working his way down to my chest. We finish undressing, Harry lifting me on to the bed. As he does I admire every inch of his perfect body. He uses his hands and mouth to explore all of me. My body extremely responsive to his touch. I never once doubt my decision to be with Harry. Whatever may come of our relationship, right here, right now feels utterly perfect. Even as Harry becomes one with me, I know I will never regret this. My body shudders as he fills me. I run my fingers through his hair as we move together. Harry moans in my ear as I succumb to the pleasure, screaming out his name. He follows right behind me, growling out my name in the most intoxicating way.

Lying in Harry’s arms with my head on his bare chest, as he strokes my hair, feels like absolute heaven.
“Krissy, as crazy as this may sound, I’ve already fallen in love with you and I will do whatever it takes to win you over forever.”
With tears glistening in my eyes, I smile and say. “Oh Harry, you had me at Hello.”

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