One Direction Short Stories

“Gemma, Anne, thank you so much for inviting me to spend the holidays with you. It really means a lot to me.”
“Your welcome, Holly. We couldn’t let you spend your first Christmas in England alone.”
“Is there anything I can do to help with lunch?”
“No, it’s all ready, we’re just waiting for Harry and his friend to arrive.”
“I’ll run upstairs and finish getting ready.”

I hear voices downstairs, must mean Harry has arrived. His “friend” is a model, I’ve heard. Looking in the mirror, my reflection suddenly doesn’t look as good as it did moments ago. I certainly can’t compare to a model. Taking a deep breath, I head downstairs.
As I descend the stairs, I look up to meet Harry’s eyes from across the room. He holds my gaze and smiles. He continues to watch me as I make my way over to everyone.
“Oh Holly, there you are. I was just telling Harry all about you.” Gemma says.
“Holly, it’s nice to meet you.” I take Harry’s outstretched hand. Rather than a normal handshake, he gently encompasses my hand in his.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Harry.” We stand there for a moment, eyes locked on each other. Then we are interrupted by Harry’s friend clearing her throat.
“Oh. I’m sorry. This is Greta.” Harry says.
I extend my hand. “Hi Greta, I’m Holly.”
She ignores my hand and says. “Hello, I’m a model.”
I furrow my brow. Is she for real? “Well, how nice for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the smirk on Harry’s face.
“Lunch is ready.” Anne calls.
As we enter the dining room, Anne directs us where to sit. She has Harry sit directly across from me.
I notice as we are all filling up our plates, that the model has three pieces of lettuce on her plate. Seriously, is she for real?
“Anne, everything is so delicious. Thank you so much for making it all.” I genuinely tell her.
“Thank you, Holly. You are very welcome.”
I look up to see Harry watching me. He has the sweetest look on his face.

After lunch I step outside for some fresh air. I hear the door, turning back, I see it’s Harry. I feel my heartbeat quicken. Crap. What are you doing, Holly?
“So, Gemma tells me it’s your first Christmas here in England?”
I smile. “Yes, your family is so sweet to let me spend it with you all.”
“My mum and Gemma like you a lot.” He pauses, looking in my eyes. “I can see why.”
I swallow hard.
The door flies open. “I’m ready to go.”
“Just a moment, Greta.” Harry replies.
“You aren’t staying here?” I ask Harry.
He frowns. “Greta prefers hotels.”
I look ahead, into the distance. What am I thinking, I’m obviously not his type.
I follow Harry back inside, standing back as they all say their goodbyes.
Harry makes his way to me. “It was nice to meet you, Holly. I look forward to seeing you again.”
I smile. “Have a good evening, Harry.”

The next morning, I wake up before Gemma. I get up, quietly getting ready, then heading downstairs.
As I walk into the kitchen, I stop in my tracks. Harry is sitting at the counter.
He looks up at me, grinning. “Good morning, Holly.”
“Good morning, Harry. I’m surprised to see you. Is Greta here?”
As I pour myself some coffee, Harry snickers. “No, Greta is off to spend her Christmas somewhere tropical.”
“And are you alright with that?”
Harry laughs. “I’m more than alright with it.”
I just smile.
“Holly, do you want to take our coffee outside? It’s a little cold, but at least we don’t have to be quiet.”
Ok, I’m not going to tell you where my mind just went.
I try to focus. “Sure, let me go grab my coat.”
“That’s ok, you can use this.” He hands me his Green Bay sweatshirt.
“Thanks.” I put it on. Oh Lord, it smells like him.
I watch as he puts his coat on over his t-shirt and jeans; then he holds the door open for me.
We sit in chairs, side by side, talking about everything. Our jobs, our childhoods, holiday traditions. I’m blown away by how comfortable I feel with him. Like we’ve known each other for years. We finally make our way back inside.

“Harry, are you still going to Alice’s dinner party tonight?” Anne asks.
“Yes, I just don’t want to go alone.”
Anne’s head pops up. “Well, why don’t you take Holly?”
Harry turns to me, looking almost shy. “Would you like to come with me, Holly?”
“Sure, it sounds fun.” I pause. “I don’t know if I brought anything nice enough to wear though.”
Harry smiles. “We can go shopping.”
“I’ll go get ready.”

Harry drives us into town, to a small clothing boutique. We both look around. I head to the dressing room to try on the dresses we found. Harry sits outside. I try on the first dress. It’s purple with a short full skirt. I show Harry. He smiles. “Cute.”
Frowning, I head back into the dressing room. Cute is not the reaction a girl wants from a guy.
I try on a black sparkly cocktail dress. “Very nice.” Harry winks.
Ok, that’s a bit better. Still not the reaction I’m looking for. Next I try on a red dress. It’s perfect, tight but not too tight, cleavage but not too much cleavage, short but not too short.
I open the dressing room door, Harry looks up, his jaw dropping. He stands up, walking towards me. “Holly, you look...amazing. That’s definitely the dress.”
I smile. “You got a little drool there, Styles.”
He laughs, wiping his mouth. “I’m sure I do.”
I laugh as I head back into the dressing room. When I turn to shut the door I see Harry watching me with an appreciative look. Now that is the reaction I was looking for.
We walk up to the register with the dress and some shoes. Harry starts to pull out his credit card.
“No, no Harry. I’ve got this.” I hand the lady my card.
“Holly, please, you’re being kind enough to go to this party with me. Let me pay.”
“Harry, I’m not being kind, I’m looking forward to going to the party with you. Thank you for the sweet offer, but I’ve got it.”
The look of respect in Harry’s eyes, is worth way more to me than the million dresses he could buy me.

Back at the house, Gemma helps me get ready. Turning my naturally curly blonde hair into large perfect curls trailing down my back. As she does my makeup she asks me. “You really fancy him, don’t you?”
I freeze. “Umm.”
She laughs. “It’s alright, you can like him.”
I grin. “Yes, I think I’m falling for your brother.”
“Good, you two are perfect for each other.”
I smile. Then the insecurity surfaces. “Do you think he likes me?”
She laughs. “Are you serious?”
I look confused. “Yes I’m serious.”
“Holly, he sent a model packing for you.”
I grab her arm. “He did what?”
She sits down beside me. “After meeting you, he realized he doesn’t want women like Greta in his life anymore. He broke it off with her that night, then drove back here so he could be with you.”
I think I’m going to pass out. Harry Styles dumped a model...for me?
“Holly, Harry is crazy about you. Just relax, go with what feels right, and see what happens.”
I hug her. “Thanks, Gemma. You are an incredible friend...with a really hot brother.”
She slaps my arm. “Gross.”
I try to stop laughing as she finishes my makeup.

When I’m all ready, I head down the stairs. Harry is waiting at the bottom for me. He looks incredibly handsome in his stylish black suit. I can see him taking in all of me, head to toe.
As I step off the last stair, I quickly look around the room to see we are alone.
In his deep, sexy voice, Harry tells me. “You look beautiful, Holly. Absolutely perfect.” He leans in to kiss my cheek.
“Thank you. You look incredibly handsome, Harry.”
He smiles shyly. “Ready to go?”
I smile. “Yes.”
Harry takes my hand, entwining his fingers with mine.
“We are leaving now.”
Anne’s eyes go directly to our hands, a large smile forming. “You both look wonderful. Let me get a picture.”
Harry shakes his head. “Mum, it’s not prom.”
She laughs. “Hush.”
Harry and I pose for a few pictures.

During the drive to the party, Harry reaches over to hold my hand. When we walk into the party, Harry has his hand on the small of my back. He leads me around, introducing me to all his friends.
At one point we are on opposite sides of the room. I look up to find Harry looking at me, with the sweetest, sexiest look I’ve ever seen. My heart skips a beat.
During dinner, Harry reaches under the table to hold my hand. Looking up at him, he winks at me. I had no idea what a wink could do to me.
When we arrive back at the house, everyone else is in bed. I squeeze Harry’s hand. “I had an amazing time tonight, H. Your friends are really nice.”
“Thank you for coming with me, Holly. I love spending time with you.”
I smile. Getting on my tiptoes, putting my hands on Harry’s chest, I lean in slowly to kiss him. “Goodnight Harry.” I watch him close his eyes, slowly, then opening them again.
“Goodnight, Beautiful.”

I lay in bed for about an hour, unable to sleep. All I can think of is the fact that Harry is lying in bed right across the hall. Throwing the covers off, I quietly head downstairs.
Sitting on the couch, I find a Christmas movie on tv. Hearing a noise, I turn to see Harry standing there. He’s wearing pajama bottoms, and no shirt. Damn, he looks incredible.
“Holly?” He asks, grinning.
“I’m sorry, what?”
He laughs. “I asked you what we are watching?”
I blush. My distraction must have been obvious. “A cheesy romantic Christmas movie.” I reply.
Harry sits down right beside me. After a moment he takes my hand.
“This is the part that gets me every time.” I say. “The first kiss under the mistletoe.”
Harry grins.
We watch together quietly, at some point falling asleep together there.
The next morning, I feel a kiss on the top of my head. I open my eyes slowly, my hand on Harry’s bare chest is the first thing I see. As I focus my sleepy eyes, looking farther down I see my leg is laying across his. My brain finally registers that we are lying lengthwise on the couch. Harry’s arms wrapped around me.
“Good morning.” Harry tells me quietly.
“Good morning, H. When did this happen?”
He smiles. “I’m not sure, but I like it.”
“Me too. We better get up though.”
He winks. “You first.”
I grin as I try to figure out a ladylike way to get up. Oh screw it. I straddle Harry, pausing to look down on him. We both obviously have the same thought. This is a position we would like to re-visit.
I hear voices, causing me to finish climbing off of Harry. Heading upstairs, I take a shower; yes a cold shower.

Downstairs, I tell Anne and Gemma good morning.
“Happy Christmas Eve.”
“It is, isn’t it?” I reply.
“How was the party?”
Harry walks in the room then. “It was great.” He says. “Holly, would you like to join me for a walk?”
I smile. “I’d love to.”
He helps me put on my coat before putting on his own. Taking my hand, he tells Anne. “We’ll see you later.”
She grins. “Have a nice walk.”

We take quite a long walk near a creek. Harry tells me about the area, pointing things out.
He stops at one point, pulling something out of his pocket. As he holds it above us, I
realize it’s mistletoe.
I laugh. “You remembered my favorite part.”
Harry looks serious. “It’s about to become my favorite part as well.”
We lean in under the mistletoe, our lips meeting. A sweet kiss at first. Then Harry takes my bottom lip between his. Pulling back, then returning for my top lip. The mistletoe falls as he wraps his arms around my waist as we continue more of the same. Then I feel Harry’s urging tongue. I happily accept it, wishing we could stay like this forever.
When we take a breather, Harry pushes my hair back from my face, catching it behind my ear.
“Harry, is it true that you broke it off with the model...because of me?”
He smiles. “Yes, it’s true.” Taking my hand. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Holly.”
I squeeze his hand. “Harry, I’m falling for you.”
He grins. “Good. I’ve already fallen for you, Holly.”
Harry leans down to kiss me, and I know I’ve lied to him. I’ve already fallen for him. Hard!

Later, back at the house, I’m helping Anne with some baking. Harry comes in. “I’m going to run into town. Gemma, why don’t you join me?”
She grins. “Sure.”
Why do I have a feeling this was already planned?
Harry comes up to me, putting his hand on my waist. “I’ll be back soon, Love.”
Then he kisses me, on the lips. He starts to walk away, then returns for one more kiss.
I smile as I watch him walk out, then turning to look at Anne. She’s smiling.
“You and H seem to be getting quite close.”
“Yes. It may seem like it’s happening too quickly, but it doesn’t feel that way. It feels perfect.”
“Holly, I am completely supportive of you and Harry. I’ve never seen him this happy. He’s crazy about you.”
“I’m crazy about him, Anne.”
“I can see that in your eyes, when you look at him.”

When they return, Gemma heads upstairs. Harry finds me in the kitchen cleaning up, alone. I feel his hands encircle my waist as he kisses my neck. “Miss me?” He asks.
I turn in his embrace to face him. “Yes, very much.”
“I missed you, as well.” His soft, perfect lips meeting mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers raking through his hair.
He sighs and pulls back. “Everyone else is going out tonight. I think you and I should stay home, I want to be alone with you.”
I lay my hand on the side of his face. “I want that too, Harry.”
He turns to kiss my palm.

Later that evening, once everyone else has left, Harry kisses me. “Come with me.”
He leads me upstairs to his room. There are candles everywhere, music playing softly, and it smells like Harry. Manly and expensive.
Putting his hand in my hair. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I know, Harry. I want to.”
Then both his hands are in my hair, his lips on mine. I swear when we kiss, our lips fit together perfectly. Like puzzle pieces.
I unbutton his shirt, tracing my hands over his chest as I remove it.
Harry’s hands slide under my shirt, gliding up my body as he removes it. He kisses my neck, finding that perfect spot that overwhelms me. His kisses trail down to my chest as he slides the straps of my green lace bra down.
“Beautiful.” Looking into my eyes. “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, Holly.”
I look down.
He lifts my chin till our eyes meet. “I mean it, Love.”
I smile, stepping out of my jeans, then watching Harry do the same.
We move to the bed, I finish undressing. Harry looks at me up and down with appreciative eyes.
As he finishes undressing and lays beside me, I return the same appreciative look.
Harry starts at my lips, then kisses his way down my body, pausing to look up at me as though I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
He returns to my lips as I feel his fingers below. My back arches as he brings me to the edge.
Harry watches me as he joins us together. “You alright?”
I smile. He fills me up perfectly. “Perfect.”
He grins, kissing me, moving slowly at first. Every part of me is awakened as our rhythm increases. I watch Harry above me, his hair hanging around his face, an absolute look of love in his eyes.
He entwines his fingers with mine as he takes me over the edge. I moan his name as I watch him come undone above me.
Harry collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms, kissing my forehead. “That was amazing, Holly.”
I lay my head on his chest, his heart beating quickly. “Incredible.” Tracing the butterfly on his stomach, as he lightly glides his long fingers up and down my arm.
After we’ve laid there for awhile, Harry kisses me, biting my lip as he pulls away. “How about round two?” He smirks.
I grin. “Yes please, Mr. Styles.”
Apparently he likes that. He slides down the bed, and suddenly I forget how to breathe. I rake my fingers through his hair, then grabbing on tightly as I arch my back. Crying out his name as he sends me over again.
I open my eyes, he’s above me with the cutest, sexiest grin. I push him over, straddling him.
“Mmm, reminds me of this morning.” He smirks.
I run my hands up his chest to grip his shoulders. Kissing him, biting his lip as I move back to join us together. I watch his eyes slowly close and open again as I move. He moans, with a look of absolute pleasure on his face. That only spurs me on knowing I’m the cause of that pleasure.
Harry’s large hands slide slowly from my thighs up to my waist and back again.
I cry out Harry’s name as I feel myself explode around him. Then I push his hair back from his face as he follows right behind me. The way he says my name as he goes over, causes my heart to skip a beat.

When we both recover, we head downstairs. Harry starts a fire in the firepit outside while I make us tea. We cuddle up next to the fire. A sparkle in both our eyes.
Anne comes out to let us know they are back.
“How was your evening?” I ask her.
“It was lovely. Did you guys have fun?”
I choke on my sip of tea.
“Who won the Scrabble tournament?” She adds.
Harry grins. “I was definitely the winner.”

Later that night, I’m awake when Harry sneaks into the bedroom. He winks, takes my hand, leading me to his room. Once in his room he shuts the door.
“Harry, we shouldn’t.”
In the sweetest voice he tells me. “I know, I just want to hold you, Love.”
I touch the side of his face. “I’d like that,”
Harry slides in under the covers, then holds them up for me to join him. I turn to face him, placing my leg between his, laying my head on his chest. He in turn wraps his arms around me, pulling me in close.
The next morning Harry wakes me with a kiss. “Happy Christmas, Holly.”
I grin, rubbing my hand across his chest. “Merry Christmas, Harry.”
“One thing, before we head downstairs.” Harry says.
We sit up in the bed, he reaches in a drawer, pulling out a beautifully wrapped present.
“Wrapped it myself.” He says proudly as he hands it to me.
“Beautiful job.” I grin.
“Open it, Love.”
I gently remove the paper, revealing a small box. I open the lid, inside is a gold necklace. The pendant is the shape of a puzzle piece. I look up at Harry as he pulls a necklace out from under his shirt. It’s a similar gold puzzle piece.
“Oh, Harry.” He takes mine and secures it around my neck.
“They fit together perfectly.” He takes mine and his, fitting them together. “Just like us.”
“I love it, Harry. It’s beautiful.” I give him a kiss. “Thank you.”
He kisses my forehead. “You’re welcome.”
I take his hand. “I feel bad, I didn’t have a chance to get you a special gift.”
Harry takes both my hands in his. “Holly, my love, don’t you know? You are my gift.”

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