He's Not Worth It

May 2018

The Distance between Los Angeles, California to Lahaina, Hawaii was 2497 miles – five and a half hours by airplane. To Maggie it felt like more than that. What did Hawaii have that Los Angeles didn’t? Hula dancers, Lei’s, Luau’s, and her boyfriend.

She missed Harry so much. They’d only been seeing each other for a little over a month, but she’d been in love with him for nearly a year. She felt like she should be allotted a few moments to whine about how much she missed him. Thank God for Skype and Facetime though – even though they were sometimes unsuccessful in getting together for their scheduled internet dates. But three days into his vacation she finally got him on the line.

“Hey, baby. I miss you so much,” Maggie said once his beautiful face popped up on the screen.

“My love,” he said in his deep, sensual voice.

“I miss that face,” she said, smiling widely.

“Well, you can type my name into Google and see it any time. All I get is this…” Harry said, holding up his iPhone to a picture of her sleeping that was set as his wallpaper.

“When did you take that, stalkerazzi?” She laughed.

“The other night. You looked so peaceful and perfect. I had to take a picture,” he said, smiling brightly at her.

“Aww, you’re so cute, Styles,” she told him.

“No, sleepy you is cute,” he said, looking down at the phone one more time before he devoted his undivided attention to her right-then-and-there self.

“Are you naked right now? Because naked you is sexy,” she said, eyeing him through the computer screen. He wasn’t wearing a shirt – that much was she was sure of.

“No. I’ve got shorts on – see,” he laughed as he stood up so the crotch of his shorts was at eye level.

“Take those off and then we’ll really have a show! Ow, ow!” Maggie laughed as he sat back down.

“Cheeky,” he said, eyeing her.

“So you just sit around half naked?” She giggled.

“I got sunburned today,” he said, sticking out his bottom lip, making a sad face.

“Oh, no. I’m sorry. I wish I could rub you down with aloe,” she told him, mimicking his pouty lip.

“I wish you could rub me down with anything,” he said, bobbing his eyebrows.

“Horny, are we?” She giggled.

“Yes!” He huffed.

“I’m sorry, baby. If I were there I’d make it better,” she told him.

“Take off your shirt,” he said, his eyebrow cocking suggestively.

“No, Harry…” she said with an embarrassed laugh.

“Come on. I’m shirtless,” he pointed out.

“Uh, speaking of shirtless… the internet is blowing up with shirtless pictures of you and the guys on the beach. Girls heads are exploding around the globe,” Maggie chuckled.

“Ha. Exploding heads, huh?” He laughed.

“Either that or their vaginas. It’s a mess,” she joked.

“Ha. Oh, wow. Graphic,” Harry laughed out loud.

“You’re off being shirtless and sexy without me,” Maggie pouted again.

“Speaking of – you changed the subject,” Harry pointed out.

“From what?” She asked.

“Take off your shirt,” he stated again with a smile on his face.

“Harry Edward Styles, you can live without seeing my… assets for a week,” she told him.

“No… I… can’t,” he said dramatically.

“Does it make you jealous that I get to see your chest and you don’t get to see mine?” She teased.

“Yes,” he growled playfully, covering up his chest with his arms and Maggie laughed.

“Come on…” He whined, grabbing at the screen.

“What are you doing?” Maggie laughed.

“Pretending to grab your boobs,” he said with a devilish smirk.

“How is that working out for you?” She laughed.

“It’s not the same,” he whined as his smile dropped.

“Oh, you poor deprived boy,” Maggie joked.

“Please take off your shirt,” he told her again.

“Jeesh!” Maggie scoffed.

“I said ‘please’,” he said with a sweet smile.

“Fine,” she grumbled, slipping the t-shirt over her head leaving her in her bra.

“Oh, baby! Your brassiere, too, madam,” he said, eyes wide and waiting.

“You said shirt,” she protested.

“MAGGIE MAY!” Harry whined loudly.

“HAZZA!” She whined in an over-the-top manner.

“Stop being a cock-tease!” He shot at her.

“Cock-tease!? Pssh. Do you want me to put the shirt back on, you ass?” She threatened.

“No, baby. Please,” he begged and she laughed out loud.

“Come on. It’s been three days,” he said, going back to whining.

“Okay. Well, it’s been three days for me too and I’ve had to endure seeing countless shirtless pictures of you on the internet and now having you sitting half naked in front of me – and then on top of that, you shove your crotch in the camera. My vagina hasn’t exploded yet, I am sure you’re penis will be just fine,” she laughed. Seconds later, Harry stood up as he dropped his shorts, flashing her his penis.

“OH MY GOD! HARRY STYLES!” Maggie laughed as he sat back down in his seat.

“Free preview. Now, I showed you mine – please, show me yours,” he said with a wide devilish smile.

“Oh my god. Ha. Harry. You’re out of control,” she said through a fit of giggles.

“Maggie…” He growled playfully.

“Alright, alright,” she said, grabbing for the clasp of her bra, which was conveniently in the front. She undid it as Harry looked on contently. She flashed him playfully for just a quick second before she covered up again.

“Maggie, that’s not even fair,” Harry grumbled.

“Fine,” she sighed and opened it for him.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Harry said, getting a good glimpse.

Maggie felt more than a little uncomfortable. She never did anything like this before. It was beyond her comfort level.

“So, tell me what we’d be doing right now if you were here with me,” Harry said suggestively.

“Oh, wow,” Maggie laughed as her cheeks heated up exponentially.

“Come on, baby,” Harry coaxed.

“What? You’re crazy. Anybody could be listening right now,” Maggie told him.

“The other blokes are out by the beach,” Harry reassured her.

“Oh my god,” Maggie said, putting her hand over her massively pink face.

“Come on, Maggie May. What would we be doing with each other?” Harry continued.

“Uh…jet-skiing?” Maggie joked.

“Maggie May!” Harry laughed out loud.

“Oh, was that not the right answer?” Maggie giggled uncontrollably.

“What would we be doing in this room? In bed?” Harry coached her.

“I don’t know. Harry…” Maggie whined.

“You said if you were here you’d make it better and believe me, Maggie, I need you to make it better,” Harry said, standing up to show her his hard-on through his shorts.

“Oh my god, Harry,” Maggie giggled. She had no idea she had such an influence on him.

“Please, Maggie,” Harry begged.

“Fine. Uh, I don’t know. We’d be in the bed and…” Maggie began, but was promptly cut off.

“Hey, Harry… holy shit!” She heard a voice that was definitely not Harry’s.

“Oh my god,” she yelped, covering herself up as fast as she could.

“Louis! Get the fuck out of here!” Harry yelled at his best mate.

“I didn’t think you two were cybering in here!” Louis laughed jovially.

“Oh my god,” Maggie groaned, putting her shirt back on.

“’Ello, love,” she heard and saw Louis’ face pop into the viewable screen.

“Hi, Louis. Oh my god,” she said, hiding her face behind her hand. She was so embarrassed. Louis just chuckled amusingly.

“You look good. Healthy,” he said, cupping his hands up by his chest, making a joke out of it.

“Oh my god,” Maggie gasped again.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Harry said, pushing his best mate away. All she could hear was Louis laughing in the background.

“Pervert. Leave,” Harry told him.

“I’m going,” Louis laughed.

Maggie heard the door close after Louis left and Harry focused back on her.

“I am never doing that again,” she told Harry firmly.

“COME ON! That’s not fair!” Harry protested.

“Louis Tomlinson just saw my bare chest. There has literally only been a handful of guys that have seen my naked chest – well now six…” She told him.

“You harlot!” Harry said, feigning a gasp.

“Yeah. Well, seven billion people have the opportunity to see your bare chest,” she pointed out.

“I’m kind of a tramp, aren’t I?” Harry laughed.

“Totally,” she agreed.

Harry and Maggie had countless more Skype and Facetime dates while he was in Hawaii – none of them being as eventful as the first. Maggie was still incredibly mortified that Louis saw her boobs. How ridiculous. Putting her embarrassment aside, she couldn’t wait to see Harry’s face again. Only seeing him through a computer or phone screen just wasn’t enough. And luckily for her there was only one more lonely night alone and he would be wrapped up in her arms, preferably naked. She couldn’t wait.

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