He's Not Worth It

Maggie lay in Harry’s naked arms, completely sated and warm. It was the third time she found herself in that position and she was beginning to think she was getting the hang of it. She knew if it were to end, she would most definitely miss it greatly. But lying next to him, she knew she would not be going back to her sexual drought anytime soon. He was the definition of a ‘sex god’, she’d swear on it.

“You know you’re not allowed to leave, right?” Harry told her as he squeezed her in his arms.

“Ever?” She giggled.

“Ever,” he said, chuckling in response.

She knew it was his way of clearing the air between them about the last time. He wasn’t going to let her just walk out on him like she did before. And she wouldn’t. Not this time.

“I didn’t lock my apartment. All my lights are still on,” she told him as she popped her head up to look at him.

“Why didn’t you lock it?” He asked.

“Uh, because I was coming over here to yell at you and then I was going to go back home and cry myself to sleep,” she told him – which probably would have been exactly how her night would have gone if Harry didn’t reciprocate her feelings.

“You would have cried?” He asked.

“I’ve cried over you before,” she admitted, cringing immediately, wishing she hadn’t said it.

“What?” He asked, sitting up, looking overly concerned.

“Uh, just once,” she said, blushing like crazy. She was so incredibly embarrassed already. She sat up next to him, because she knew her confession was going to bring on questions.

“When? Why?” He asked concerned.

“It was stupid. So stupid,” she said, trying to wave it off.

“No, I want to know,” he said, grabbing her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. She appreciated the sweet gesture.

“God…” Maggie breathed, wishing she never brought up the stupid subject.

“Maggie, tell me,” Harry said firmly, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.

“It was after the first time I met Kendall and she was really rude to me. I went home that night and cried because it wasn’t fair that someone like her got someone as amazing as you. And I know it was pathetic, but I was really emotional about it,” she explained, trying to hide her embarrassed face with her hand.

“She was rude to you?” He asked, gently pulling her hand away from her face and lacing their fingers together with both hands.

“Yeah. But seriously, I really can’t blame her. I’d be upset if you lived next to a single girl – even though I don’t compare to Kendall in any way, shape or form,” Maggie said, looking away from him.

“Maggie, I don’t want to hear you judging yourself anymore. You are absolutely beautiful. And I am so sorry that Kendall was rude to you,” Harry said, kissing the back of her hand.

“Water under the bridge,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

“You and I are here and she’s not,” Harry said with a smile. Maggie’s whole face lit up with his words as he leaned over, kissing her gently before he pulled back again.

“You taste good,” he smiled and she blushed again. His compliments were going to take some getting used to – but then again, she didn’t want to get used to them. She wanted to feel this happy every time.

“I should lock up my house,” she told him finally.

“Okay. I should let Hemingway out,” he nodded.

The two of them got out of bed and dressed. Maggie replaced her tank top and shorts on her body and Harry put on a pair of navy blue pajama pants and a gray zip-up hoodie. They walked out to the living room together, hand-in-hand. Maggie couldn’t remember ever being so happy.

“Do you need to go out?” Harry asked Hemmy and he wagged his tail diligently.

“Come on,” Harry said as the three of them made their way down the front stairs.

Hemingway was at the bottom, already pawing at the door before they even descended the stairs.

“Come on, crazy puppy,” Harry laughed, pulling open the front door. Hemingway jet straight out the door like a bat out of hell.

“You better not take long, Maggie May,” Harry said, smirking at her.

“I won’t,” she smiled and started to make her way to her house, but not before she felt Harry playfully smack her backside.

“Harry!” She scolded and Harry laughed out loud.

Maggie smiled as she made her way into her house. It was amazing to her how their relationship changed in the blink of an eye. One minute they were down each other’s throats, the next their tongues were down each other’s throats. Funny how that worked.

When she got up to her bedroom, she retrieved her phone to see she had a new text message. From Liam.

Liam:

I had a good time tonight. Sorry if I freaked you out with all the Harry ‘love’ talk. But seriously, I mean it.

Maggie smiled. Liam was a sneaky little bastard. She quickly text him back as she wondered if it was his plan all along.

Maggie:

I had a good time too. Me and Harry – we’re good.

She set her phone down on the bed and walked into the bathroom. Of course she looked like total shit. Her makeup wasn’t running down her face, but it was blotchy and almost clown-like. She was mortified. Stupid tears always mess shit up. She grabbed a wash cloth and washed all the makeup away. It wasn’t as if Harry hadn’t already seen her without makeup anyway. She re-applied her deodorant, swished some mouthwash and squirted herself with her vanilla body mist before she left the bathroom. When she came back out she had another new text from Liam.

Liam:

Glad to hear. Did you speak to each other?

Maggie:

All I am going to say is that we’re good.

Liam:

Okay. We’ll chat later, Maggie. :)

Maggie:

Goodnight, Liam. :)

She decided she was taking forever, so she walked out of her room, shutting off her light in the process. She went around the condo and shut off all the other lights before walking out her front door, locking it behind her. Harry was sitting on his front step watching Hemingway playing in the yard. It was dark, but of course Hemmy could find anything to keep himself busy with.

“Hey, you,” Harry said, smiling when he noticed her.

“Hi,” she said with a smile and grasped his outstretched hand.

Harry swiftly pulled her onto his lap and she let out a startled yelp. He held her as they sat in silence watching Hemingway chasing bugs around the yard

“I’m happy,” Harry breathed in Maggie’s ear.

“I’m happy too,” she told him honestly, turning her head to look at him. Harry leaned up, connecting their lips, causing Maggie to sigh pleasurably. She could definitely get use to that.

Swoon.

Maggie woke to the sound of the birds chirping outside the window. It took a moment, but she realized where she was and who she was with. It truly felt amazing to wake up in Harry’s arms now that they were in a good place with each other. Hemmy was cuddled up next to her legs once again and she couldn’t help but smile. They were like a cute little happy family. But as soon as Maggie moved, Hemmy was awake wondering why on earth she would possibly disturb him.

Harry’s arm was draped across her middle, making it pretty difficult to get up. She couldn’t help but think that maybe it was his way of ensuring that she’d stay. Unfortunately for both of them though, she needed to use the bathroom. Careful not to wake the sleeping giant, she maneuvered herself out from under his arm and slowly got out of the bed. Hemingway followed immediately, loudly jumping onto the floor.

“Shhh, Hem,” Maggie whispered to the puppy before tip-toeing to Harry’s bathroom.

When she finished, she came back into the bedroom in search of her clothes. Once she located them, she dressed herself so she could let Hemmy out to go to the bathroom too. Hemingway frolicked through the grass for a few moments before finally taking care of business. When Maggie opened the door and called out to him, he swiftly came running into the house.

“Good boy,” Maggie told him as she gave him a treat.

Tip-toeing to the kitchen, she began searching Harry’s pantry for Hemmy’s puppy food – wanting the dog to have some breakfast. Once she found it she filled his bowl and refilled his water dish. He seemed appreciative as he gobbled up his food. She watched him lovingly for a few moments, thinking about how amazing it was to wake up with her boys.

“Maggie! Argh,” she heard Harry practically growl. What the hell? She darted into his bedroom to find him sitting up in bed with his face in his hands.

“Harry?” She questioned from the doorway feeling panicked. His head shot up to see her and he took a deep cleansing breath, looking relieved.

“I-I… I thought you left again,” he said with all the vulnerability in the world in his voice.

“No, no. I was just letting Hemingway out and feeding him,” she told him as she crawled up into bed with him.

“Okay,” he said and laid back down in bed. She couldn’t help but notice how frazzled he seemed.

“I’m sorry,” Maggie whispered as she cuddle against his warm body, his arm clutching her tightly.

“No, it’s okay. I overreacted,” he said, staring at the ceiling.

“Your heart is racing,” she said as she rest her head against his chest.

“I was about to be seriously angry with you. You would have had a good amount of explaining to do,” he said, finally looking at her.

“I’m here,” she said, trying to reassure him.

“Thank you,” he said and kissed her lips sweetly.

She never wanted to see Harry that lost ever again. It scared her and made her sad all at the same time. The two of them lay in each other’s arms for a while, kissing and cuddling before Harry had to get up to go to the studio.

“Do you want me to make you something for breakfast quickly?” Harry asked.

“If you need to go, I don’t want to keep you,” she told him.

“I’ve got time,” he said with a smile.

“Then yes… but only if you cook naked for me again,” she said, smirking mischievously.

“Only if you stay naked too. Hemingway’s just going to have to get used to you being naked over here,” Harry offered, smirking as he tugged on her tank top.

“You’re going to make me get naked just to get dressed again?” She scoffed playfully.

“I guess you don’t want my famous pancakes then?” Harry smiled slyly at her.

“Famous pancakes, huh?” She asked, quirking her eyebrow.

“Okay, they’re not famous, but they’re still good. I’ve gotten many compliments,” he chuckled.

“I guess I could live by your rules,” she said finally, sitting up to lift her tank top over her head.

“Mm,” Harry hummed as he leaned over to kiss her, his hand going straight for her bare chest. Maggie giggled as he coaxed her back down on the bed.

“We’re not going to get anything done today if you keep on like this,” she laughed as his mouth trailed down to her chest.

“Just each other,” he quipped before the tip of his tongue danced around her already hardened nipple.

“Oh my goodness,” she gasped as he sucked the nipple into his mouth. She didn’t know if she had the will-power to stop him, but after a few minutes, she finally had to be the voice of reason.

“Harry, neither one of us is going to get to eat if you continue. You need to get to the studio,” she giggled, pushing up on his shoulders.

“Uhhh,” Harry groaned as he sat up. He looked so disappointed and so unsatisfied.

“You know there is plenty more where that came from. We don’t need to have all our sex in the first twenty-four hours,” she giggled.

“But it would be fun. Look what you do to me,” Harry said chuckling, pointing out his arousal.

“Believe me, I am just as turned on,” she told him as he she wiggled her eyebrows at him.

“Mm, let me see,” Harry said, gripping the waistband of her shorts and pulling them off.

“Harry, seriously!” Maggie laughed, wrestling with him until she was in his arms and he was kissing her.

“Mm, we’re not getting anything done today, are we?” She asked, finally giving in to his advances.

“I wish we could just stay here all day,” Harry said, digging his face into the nape of her neck.

“Me, too,” Maggie sighed.

“I do really need to get to the studio,” Harry huffed, rolling off of her finally.

“We should get up,” she agreed and sat up again.

Reluctantly they got up and as promised, Maggie was served pancakes in the nude by a very sexy, tousled-haired man. Afterward, they took a ‘quick’ shower together which turned into a not-so quick shower with a lot of touching, groping and giggling.

In the end, Harry was headed into the studio an hour late. Whereas Hemingway and Maggie went to hang out at her place, where she got ready for the day and started doing laundry to pass the time as she did some homework. Hemingway spent the rest of the morning running around in the backyard as Maggie threw around a Frisbee until the laundry needed to be changed. When she got back inside, her phone had a new text messages from Harry.

Harry:

I wish I was in bed with you instead of at the studio :)

Maggie:

I have the same wish ;)

Her entire body lit up thinking about Harry. She still couldn’t believe how everything just fell into place. He was finally hers. Harry Styles was hers. How did that even happen? God, she was so in love.

Later that evening, she was being woken up by Harry. Apparently she fell asleep on the couch with Hemmy cuddled up next her.

“You really shouldn’t fall asleep with your door unlocked. I could be any madman,” Harry said as he smiled down at her.

“Hi,” she croaked, smiling up at him.

“Hey, you,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.

“How was the studio?” She asked. He lifted her legs and sat down on the couch, placing her legs across his lap.

“Same old. The songs are really coming together though. I’m pretty excited,” he said, beaming a smile at her. It was his baby. Maggie was really proud of him.

“I’m excited for you,” she told him and really meant it

“Thanks, Mags. What were you up to today?” Harry asked.

“Homework and laundry,” she told him with a smirk.

“Sounds like fun,” Harry said sarcastically.

“Hey, I have a question for you,” Maggie said, eyeing him as she lay on the couch.

“Anything,” he said, skating his fingers up and down her calf.

“Did you talk to Liam about me, you know, before last night?” She asked carefully. It had really been weighing on her.

“Liam?” Harry asked and Maggie instantly registered the edge in his voice.

“Yeah. I mean, he told me he knew your feelings for me would come out if he took me on a date,” Maggie explained.

“What?” He asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“I don’t know. It was just something he said to me last night after you saw him… you know, kiss me,” she told him.

“No, I never talked to Liam about it before last night,” Harry told her.

“Oh. Because Liam is the reason I even had the nerve to question our relationship last night,” she told him as she sat up on the couch.

“Really?” Harry asked confused.

“Yeah. I was confused about it. So I stormed over to your house once Liam left and the rest is history,” she explained, sitting up on the couch finally, sliding her legs off Harry’s lap.

“Liam knew?” Harry asked, almost rhetorically.

“Yeah. I mean, I guess,” she said.

“Hmm,” Harry said, staring straight ahead, like he was really thinking it over.

“He text me last night when I went back to my apartment. He wanted to know if things between us were better. I told him we’re good,” Maggie told Harry.

“You didn’t tell him about us?” Harry asked, looking over at her.

“It wasn’t my place… but I am sure he got the idea when I wouldn’t share any details. I’m pretty sure he read me like a book,” she said, smiling at him.

“You are pretty readable,” Harry said, leaning over to kiss her lips.

“Oh, so that’s why you were so clueless to my undying feelings for you?” She asked, rolling her eyes at him.

“Undying feelings?” Harry chuckled and Maggie blushed – she was such a girl.

“Something like that,” she said, biting at her lip.

“I like the sound of that,” Harry said and kissed her again.

It didn’t take long before the paparazzi caught wind of Harry and Maggie’s relationship. Of course she was instantly labeled as Harry’s rebound. All the tabloids made it sound like Harry was some lothario and the girls he was with were just conquests, which was exactly the opposite of what was going on. Maggie was absolutely picked apart by the media and sadly, the One Direction fans. So much so, that she had to deactivate her social media accounts. She couldn’t even go online without being harassed or harangued. She tried not to let it get to her because it was all so ridiculous, but sometimes she really felt insecure. Even though behind closed doors things between her and Harry were absolutely perfect.

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