Maggie’s whole body was about to explode. Harry’s lips were on hers, his tongue tangled with her own, and his hands cradled her face in them. She felt light-headed.
“Harry, Harry, Harry…” She said, pulling away from him.
“Yeah?” Harry said, breathing heavily.
“What… what does this mean?” She questioned. As much as she liked kissing him, she wanted some real answers.
“Maggie May…” Harry breathed as a smile turned up his lips.
“Harry, please…” Maggie insisted.
“You know there’s more between us than just a friendship,” Harry told her.
“Do I?” She asked as she felt some very strong emotions build up inside of her. She was going to cry and she knew it.
“Every time I kiss you, your body goes weak,” he pointed out, making her stomach turn violently.
She pulled away from him, feeling almost embarrassed. It wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She didn’t need him telling her how she was feeling. She knew how she felt. She’d been in love with him for months.
“That doesn’t tell me anything,” she shot at him.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, furrowing his brow.
“Just forget it,” she scoffed, turning to leave. Disappointment crept up inside of her as the tears pricked at her eyes. She had her answer and it wasn’t what she wanted at all.
“Maggie!” Harry shouted.
“What?” She asked, turning to face him again, wiping at her eyes quickly. Her nerves were frayed and she just wanted to be alone.
“I think you’re beautiful,” Harry breathed, stepping closer to her.
“Don’t tell me I’m beautiful, Harry,” she said, shaking her head as tears streaked down her cheeks.
“Don’t cry, Maggie. Let me finish,” Harry said, grabbing her arm just as she was about to turn away again.
“You’re beautiful, and you take care of me and Hemmy…” Harry continued using her nickname for his dog for the first time… ever. It made her smile a little.
“You keep me on my toes and honestly I’ve liked you since I met you,” Harry told her.
“You’ve liked me?” She asked.
“I’m attracted to you and I have feelings for you,” Harry corrected.
“You… you…” She stammered, unable to find the right words. After a beat, her eyes narrowed as she looked at him skeptically.
“Maggie May, I can see from the look on your face that you don’t believe me,” Harry said with a light laugh.
“Can you blame me? You’re… you’re fucking Harry Styles,” she said in disbelief.
“Well, technically you’re fucking Harry Styles, not me,” Harry said, smirking playfully. Maggie glared at him skeptically.
“You know what I mean, Harry,” she said, trying her best to shrug off his overtly flirtatious comment.
“Since when has me being famous ever mattered to you, Maggie? That’s one of the many things I like about you,” Harry explained.
“But… I’m me and you’re you,” she said, feeling her heart swelling in her chest.
“Yes, I am me and you are you. Harry and Maggie. If anything, I should be intimidated by you. I am intimidated by you. You’re perfect,” Harry told her.
“Harry, I’m not perfect,” she said, shaking her head in disagreement. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest and her whole body was heating up, making her uncomfortable. Her eyes burned with tears and she kind of felt sick to her stomach.
“To me you are,” Harry told her.
She looked up at him with all the wonder in the world. Was he serious? The look in his eyes told her he was. Harry Styles just confessed he liked her and she didn’t know what to do. She knew what she wanted to do, but wasn’t sure it was appropriate.
“Maggie…” Harry whispered.
“Hmm?” She hummed, her brain a chaotic mess.
“Do you need me to explain more? Do you believe me? I mean, quite seriously, when I found out you were going out with Liam, I was a proper mess,” Harry went on.
“You were?” She asked, her mouth going dry with his confession.
“I’m surprised you didn’t notice. I mean, you were completely right when you accused me of being jealous, but hell—” He continued to explain, but she’d heard enough.
She took a quick step forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. His arms wrapped around her immediately as they opened their mouths to one another. She really, really liked kissing him. But it was over almost as quickly as it began. Harry pulled away, looking at her.
“What about you?” He asked, giving her a curious look.
“What?” She asked, bringing her fingers up to her puffy lips.
“How do you feel about me?” He asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.
“Harry, I’ve…” She breathed, feeling self-conscious about the amount of time she’d spent swooning over him.
“Be honest,” he told her firmly.
“From the moment I met you, you… I don’t know… you’ve had me,” she confessed as her cheeks blushed rapidly. A large smile played across his face making her insides tighten.
“I knew there was something there, Maggie May,” he said with a satisfied smile.
“You did?” She asked, furrowing her brow in question.
“Yeah. I just couldn’t do anything about it because I was with Kendall,” Harry told her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. All this time.
“I’m quite glad we built something though, Maggie. I’m glad we got to know each other. Because I know you’re kind and generous and you love Hemingway unconditionally. And I know your feelings for me go beyond who I am to everyone else,” he told her.
“I’ve never looked at you like a celebrity,” she admitted honestly.
“I know that. And my feelings for you go beyond your brains and your gorgeous looks. I enjoy everything about you – even your stubborn streak,” Harry said, smiling playfully.
“Stubborn? You’re stubborn, Styles,” she shot at him.
“Oh, there it is,” he chuckled and she lightly smacked his arm.
“And your violent side that I have yet to see until now,” he laughed amusingly.
“Harry…” She whined.
“Maggie,” Harry mimicked her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her flush against his body.
“So, we like each other, more than just friends,” Harry breathed in her ear causing goosebumps to erupt all over her body.
“Yeah,” she agreed, tightening her grasp on him.
“I know someone who will be happy to hear that,” Harry said with a little laugh.
“Who?” She asked, pulling back enough to look at him curiously.
“Hemingway,” Harry said with a smirk, looking over at his dog, who was now lying at the top of the steps watching them. Hemmy’s head popped up when he heard his name.
“Oh, my baby!” Maggie exclaimed, pushing out of Harry’s arms to crawling up the stairs toward Hemmy. Hemingway stood up, immediately wagging his tail and panting his tongue.
“Oh my god. I love you so much, Hemmy,” Maggie said in playful baby-talk as she wrapped her arms around him.
Hemmy wiggled his body to get down and tried to lick her at the same time – his natural instinct to be on all fours and his natural instinct to give love, were duking it out. Maggie let Hemmy down so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable, but still let him lick her hand.
“He loves you, too,” Harry said as he crawled up the steps next to her, petting Hemmy on the head.
“I know,” Maggie said, making kissing noises at Hemingway.
“So, you were certain of Hemingway’s feeling for you, but not about mine?” Harry asked, smirking at her.
“Hemmy shows me his feelings,” she countered immediately.
“I kissed you!” He argued.
“When?” She scoffed.
“Valentine’s Day,” he said, heightening his eyebrows at her.
“That was a pity kiss and besides, you were dating Kendall!” She protested.
“How about the night after the bar?” He asked.
“You were drunk and horny,” she countered.
“I may have been drunk and horny, but it didn’t mean I didn’t like you,” he argued. His words instantly made her blush.
“Plus, I cooked for you… naked,” he said, making a fair point.
“You did,” she said, smiling as she thought back on the spectacular view she had that night.
“I asked you to stay the night and to stay that morning, but you still left,” he said, hanging his head sadly.
“I wanted to stay, Harry. Oh, God. I wanted to stay. But I didn’t want to get hurt,” she confessed.
“Why would you think I’d hurt you?” He asked, looking as if he was hurt.
“I don’t know. I didn’t know if you liked me and I didn’t want to press my luck. I mean, you can have any girl. Kendall is a stick-thin, gorgeous, rich and famous model for god’s sake! How can I compete with that?” Maggie confessed.
“Oh, Maggie. None of that matters, I swear,” Harry said, looking sad.
He was so perfect in that moment – so pure and loving. And she wanted, more than anything, to make him feel better. Her lips crashed into his quickly. She wanted to feel the love radiating off of him and she wanted him to feel hers as well.
And as they laid on the steps making out, Hemmy stood at the top of them and started barking at them. They both looked up at the dog, laughing.
“He probably thinks we’re attacking each other,” Harry laughed.
“Oh, buddy. We’re okay,” Maggie told Hemingway as she slid off of Harry. He calmed down as Harry pet his head lovingly.
“No more attacking me with kisses in front of the child, Maggie,” Harry scolded her playfully.
“I can think of somewhere where I’d like to attack you with kisses,” she said and bolted up the stairs to Harry’s bedroom.
“Maggie May, you naughty girl!” Harry called after her.
When he came through the threshold of his bedroom, he found her kneeling on his bed waiting for him.
“Come here,” she commanded, wiggling her finger in a come-hither motion.
“Mm,” Harry hummed as he walked toward her, his eyes already glazing over with lust.
Their mouths met again in a sensual rhythm, his hands working up the tank top at her hips. She lifted her arms so he could pull her shirt off and he did, leaving her topless. His hands roamed her body as his mouth kissed down her jaw and then her neck.
“I would have died if Liam was in this role tonight,” Harry breathed against her skin.
“It was never Liam. It would never be Liam,” she told him honestly.
“Thank God,” Harry sighed, over powering her, pressing her onto her back as he crawled up her body.
She couldn’t help but think about how perfect the moment was; how perfect it felt to have Harry on top of her. Perfect, perfect, perfect.
She knew the last six months of telling herself that he wasn’t worth it was all in vain, because God damn it, Harry Styles was worth the world.

Notes

Well, things are certainly heating up. What do you think about Harry and Maggie's confessions?? Let me know what you think! I'd love to know. :)