He's Not Worth It

Twelve days. Twelve long agonizing days Maggie waited alone for Harry – well, not entirely alone. She had the pooch by her side. Hemmy made the nights less lonely. He cuddled her every night that Harry was gone and was there every morning when she woke up. Hemmy was the perfect boyfriend, yes. Loyal, faithful, cute, and cuddly. What more could anyone ask for in a partner? She supposed maybe one that didn’t slobber so much when giving kisses. Hemmy’s kisses left a lot to be desired – mainly Harry’s.

The long agonizing days wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t constantly wake up from bad dreams about Harry. She’d been through every worst case scenario. From Harry dying in a plane crash to him meeting somebody else in Hawaii and never coming home. It made her more anxious than she needed to be.

On the day Harry was to arrive home, Maggie was getting restless. She should’ve worked the morning shift at the library. At least it would have kept her mind occupied. Instead she was sitting at home just waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Their flight didn’t get in until after six that night which drug out the day even longer. It would be at least past seven before she could even see him. By then the night was almost gone.

At around five she decided to haul all of Hemmy’s stuff back to Harry’s condo so he didn’t have to be bothered with it later – plus, they didn’t need any distractions. She wanted to run into his arms and never leave him once they saw each other.

Walking into his place, she got a sudden intoxicating whiff of a scent that was all Harry. She missed it thoroughly. There were many times during their time apart that his house key on her key ring tempted her to go to his condo and just be completely engulfed in his presence, but she refrained from being the obsessed girlfriend. She didn’t want to be that pathetic – even though she was reaching her very own level of pathetic with how distressed she was without him around.

Hemmy ran around happily. He seemed over the top excited to be back in his home – in his daddy’s home. He missed the crap out of Harry, and Maggie was grateful he was coming back for Hemmy’s sake as well as her own.

“A few more hours, Hem. That’s all we’ll have to wait. Just a few hours,” she told the frolicking pup.

Looking around Harry’s place, Maggie let out a sigh. A few more hours and she wouldn’t be so pathetic. She would have him in her arms and the feelings she felt would be justifiable once again – because Harry would be expressing them too.

Without realizing it, she found herself standing in his bedroom at the foot of his pristinely made bed. Maggie crawled up in it and grabbed a pillow, resting her head on it. It smelled of him and it made her smile. Curling into the fetal position, she found herself growing tired. She wasn’t getting much sleep due to her nightmares as of late. If she were lucky, she could just close her eyes and hope to wake up to Harry’s sunshine face. She had no idea how well her plan would work.

“’Wake up Maggie, I think I’ve got something to say to you…’” Maggie heard in the back of her mind. Harry’s beautiful voice. Mmm, Harry.

“Maggie May… wake up,” Harry’s voice was feathery light and angelic.

“Hmm…” She mumbled.

“Maggie, I miss those big beautiful eyes. Please wake up,” Harry’s voice was now in the foreground, ringing through her ears.

“Harry?” She questioned even before she opened her eyes.

“Maggie May, I missed you,” Harry said. She opened her eyes slowly to see Harry lying in bed next to her.

“Harry,” she said quietly and smiled.

“Maggie,” he said, smiling back.

“Is it really you?” She asked, almost feeling like she were in a dream.

“It’s me, love,” he told her with a smile.

“I missed you,” she sighed and she couldn’t keep the smile off her face even if she tried.

“You have no idea,” he groaned and she couldn’t help but giggle.

Harry quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly to his chest. Maggie felt at peace – like she was finally home. Because he was finally home.

“You, Maggie, were definitely hard to be away from,” Harry whispered in her ear.

“You too,” she managed to squeak out as tears flooded her eyes. She was so relieved to have him home. Thankfully for her, she was nestled quite nicely against his chest, so he couldn’t see her emotions.

“I never want to let you go,” he said sweetly, only causing her tears to double.

Unable to keep herself from doing so, she sniffled – which caused him to pull back, looking at her.

“Mags, are you crying?” He asked, trying his best to see her face.

“No,” she lied, wiping at her eyes.

“Oh, love. I’m here,” he said, hugging her again.

“I’m happy. Happy tears,” she said, reaching up to wipe them away as they fell.

“I’m happy too, Mags,” he said, leaning down to kiss her lips.

Harry’s kisses intensified rapidly and she adapted well to them – oh, how she missed it. But it was short-lived.

“Ahem…” They heard and both their heads snapped up to see Gemma standing in the doorway, smirking at them.

“Nice of you to ruin our reunion,” Harry said bitterly, sitting up to look at his sister.

“Right,” Gemma said with a smirk.

“Hi!” Maggie greeted her happily as she sat up next to Harry.

“Hi, Maggie. How’ve you been?” Gemma said, smiling at her sweetly.

“Lonely,” Maggie said with a playful pout.

“Mmm, love,” Harry said, wrapping his arm around the side of her neck to cuddle her back against his chest.

“Uh, so. I just wanted to let you know all the lads are here now, right in the living room,” Gemma told them.

“Thanks,” Harry told his sister.

“Okay, then,” Gemma said before she turned to leave the room.

Maggie sat next to Harry feeling extremely awkward that he found her in his bed. She felt truly pathetic.

“Is it weird that I’m here? God. I promise I didn’t like sleep in here while you were gone – like at night. This—this is the first time I’ve been in here since you left. I brought Hemmy’s stuff back…” Maggie rambled to Harry. She didn’t want to look like a crazy girlfriend.

“Maggie, its fine. I wouldn’t mind if you did sleep here. You do it when I am here,” he told her with a sideways smile.

“Yeah, but that’s different,” she said, averting her eyes.

“Maggie, its fine,” he said again, smiling at her.

“Hey, we’re all hungry. You guys want to grab some dinner?” Liam asked from the doorway, breaking their concentration on each other.

“Yeah. Pick a restaurant. I’m down,” Harry told his mate.

“Maggie, too?” Liam asked her. She looked at Harry who was nodding at her.

“Yeah,” she said quietly.

A half an hour later it was decided that they were going out to some Chinese restaurant in… well, Chinatown. Maggie sat at a round table, next to Harry and the rest of his friends – who all came back exceptionally tan. Harry literally looked good enough to eat – which really was the only appetite Maggie had. She wasn’t feeling particularly hungry for food. Just Harry.

“So Maggie, how did you pass the time while Harry was away?” She heard Louis ask with a mischievous grin on his face. Maggie choked on the sip of water she was drinking in that moment and Harry had to clap his hand on her back as she coughed.

“Oh. Are you alright?” Gemma asked, looking concerned.

“I’m fine,” Maggie said through a cough. Harry smiled at her goofily as she focused her attention back on Louis.

“I managed to find ways of keeping busy,” Maggie said, quirking her eyebrow at Louis, knowing he was being a little shit on purpose, since he walked in on her and Harry being intimate over the internet that first week.

“Oh, I bet you did,” Louis commented, smiling widely.

“Shut it, Louis,” Harry said, picking up a low mein noodle and throwing at him. Louis let out a laugh as he dodged it.

“What’s that about?” Gemma asked, looking between Harry and Louis.

“Louis’ just being a wanker,” Harry said and Louis laughed again.

“You couldn’t come with us because of your schooling?” Niall asked Maggie from the other end of the table.

“Yeah. My grades have been slipping a little lately—” She began to say.

“I’ll give you two guess as to why that is,” Louis joked.

“Why?” Niall asked seriously, looking over at Louis.

“It starts with a ‘Harold’ and ends with a ‘Styles’,” Louis said, smiling as he looked between the two of them.

Maggie beamed a smile over at Harry and he smiled back.

“We don’t like each other that much,” Harry joked, smiling at Maggie playfully.

“Nah,” Maggie said, shaking her head.

“What’s your major?” Niall asked her.

“Ultimately, I would like to go to Law School. I just… I don’t know how I could pay for it,” she told him, hanging her head. There was only so much she could take out in student loans. If she took too much out, she’d be paying them off until she was dead.

“Wow. Ambitious,” Niall said, looking rather impressed.

“Maggie May the genius,” Harry said lowly, only loud enough for her to hear and she smiled over at him.

“Maggie kept a 4.0 gpa for four years – every semester,” Harry pointed out to all his friends. Maggie’s cheeks flushed at the mention.

“No way!” Liam chimed in excitedly.

“Not anymore. I got a ‘B’ in Environmental Law. I-I should have studied more,” she said, feeling self-deprecating.

“I can’t even see how you could have studied anymore,” Harry told her.

“I… the night Hemmy went into surgery… I had the exam the next day,” she pointed out.

“Oh,” Harry said quietly, looking almost guilty.

“But if I had to do it all over again, I would’ve stayed with you and him like I did anyway. That’s what was and is important,” Maggie told Harry.

“Aww,” she heard Gemma say under her breath.

Harry leaned over and kissed Maggie sweetly.

“You’re what’s important,” he whispered to Maggie. She couldn’t keep the smile from breaking through. He was the best boyfriend. Literally.

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When they got home from dinner, most of Harry’s friends left to go to their respective houses. It was just Maggie, Harry, Gemma, Niall, Liam and Louis left. Harry was in his condo with his sister and friends, while Maggie took Hemmy out to go to the bathroom. She sat on the front stoop of Harry’s condo and enjoyed the peacefulness. Hemmy was sniffing around the grass, being a dog.

Maggie heard Harry’s front door open, but didn’t react, because she figured it was just Harry seeing what she was up to.

“Hey,” she heard Louis from behind her.

“Oh. Hey. I thought you would be Harry,” Maggie said, smiling at him as he sat down next to her, his luggage next to him.

“Nope,” he smirked, looking out at Hemingway in the grass. Maggie still felt a bit awkward around him since he saw her bare breasts over the internet.

The two of them sat in silence. So long that it startled Maggie a bit when Louis started to speak.

“Harry really missed you,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yeah?” She asked, eyeing him with a smile on her face.

“Yeah,” he said with a smile.

“I missed him too,” she said quietly, smiling to herself.

“Maggie, I just want to apologize…” Louis started to say.

“For what?” She asked, confused.

“For walking in on you and Harry…” He said, bringing up the awkward situation.

“Louis, you couldn’t have known. And besides its Harry’s fault,” she said, nudging him with her shoulder.

“How is it Harry’s fault?” He wondered.

“He wouldn’t leave me alone about it, so finally I just flashed him to get him to shut up,” she laughed. Louis shook his head and laughed.

“I guess it pays to be persistent,” he chuckled.

“I guess so,” she giggled.

“I just don’t want there to be any weirdness between us,” Louis said, getting serious again.

“Seriously, if you hadn’t brought it up, I would have forgotten all about it,” she said, even though she didn’t forget about it. But it did make her feel better that Louis brought it up and it wasn’t just some embarrassing thing stewing between them.

“Not me,” he chuckled.

“Perv,” Maggie laughed, nudging him again. Louis laughed out loud as he stood up on the front step.

“Well, I was just heading out. Thanks for the talk, Maggie,” Louis said, beaming her a smile.

“Yeah, thanks,” Maggie said, returning the smile.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” Louis said as he sent her one last wave and headed off to the Uber that was waiting for him with his luggage in tow.

“What was that?” Harry asked from his front doorway, looking dumbfounded.

“We were just chatting,” Maggie smirked as she stood up in front of him.

“Hmm,” he hummed, wrapping her in his arms. Maggie let her arms drape around his shoulders.

“Liam and Niall are watching a movie with Gemma right now. I told them I was going to bed… with you,” Harry said, smiling widely at her.

“Ooh. Are you ready to spend the night with me for the first time in weeks?” She asked, smiling widely at him.

“So ready,” he said with a salacious smile before kissing her lips.

The two of them walked hand-in-hand over to Maggie’s, calling the dog into the house with them. They were both ready to be with one another. Too much time had passed. Hemingway was eager and excited to be back at Maggie’s – his home for the past two weeks – but he was not excited over the fact that Harry shut the bedroom door on him. He barked for a few moments before Harry shushed him, leaving the two of them in silence.

Harry watched as Maggie undressed for bed and he almost couldn’t take it. Without another word, he grabbed his girlfriend and laid her down on the bed. He didn’t care that his friends were only a wall away, he was going to make love to his well-missed girlfriend. And he did.

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“Did you miss me, Maggie?” Harry asked as Maggie lay in the crook of his arm after quietly making love to him for the first time in two weeks.

“Of course I missed you, Harry. What kind of question is that?” She asked, looking at him incredulously.

“I was just asking,” he chuckled at her response.

“Did you miss me?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Of course I missed you, Maggie May. Hawaii just wasn’t fun without you,” he scoffed.

“Oh, your life is so rough, isn’t it?” Maggie laughed out loud.

“It is,” he whined.

“Spending two weeks in Hawaii. I wish I had that problem,” Maggie said and shook her head at her spoiled boyfriend.

“I didn’t want to be away from you,” he said, jutting out his bottom lip.

“I didn’t want to be away from you either, but we’ve got to roll with the punches, babe,” she told him with a sweet smile as her hand slipped up his bare chest. Harry chuckled lightly.

“Besides, I got to see you for the past two weeks through the eyes of the paparazzi. You were looking good, baby,” Maggie said, scratching her nails lightly down his chest as she leaned in to kiss him. Harry laughed against her mouth.

“Seriously, the fandom was losing their shit over you and the boys being half naked,” Maggie snickered.

“I don’t understand it. I’m just a regular bloke. And really, my chest leaves a lot to be desired,” Harry chuckled.

“Your chest is sexy,” Maggie said, trailing her finger across the two sparrows that were tattooed across his pecks. Harry smiled over at her devilishly.

“Mmm. Do I turn you on, Maggie May?” He asked, suddenly growing serious.

“You sure are asking questions with obvious answers tonight,” Maggie said, rolling her eyes at him.

“I want to hear you say it,” he told her.

“What? That you turn me on?” She asked, quirking her eyebrow.

“Yes,” he said. He was so serious, it sent chills up her spine.

“Are you all of a sudden getting self-conscious?” She asked, unable to keep the bashful smile off her face.

“Maggie…” Harry breathed impatiently.

“Yes, Harry. You turn me on so much,” she said, telling him what he wanted to hear and exactly how she felt.

“How much?” He asked, wanting elaboration.

“I don’t even know how to answer that. Pretty much the limit does not exist,” she laughed and blushed.

“Did you think about me when I was gone?” He asked, eyeing her seductively.

“Every second,” she told him.

“How about when you were… alone?” he asked with a devilish smirked.

“Harry!” Maggie giggled, swatting at him playfully.

“Maggie, just answer the question,” Harry told her with a smile.

“You’re making me blush,” she said, burying her face in his chest. He laughed at her embarrassment.

“You’re proper adorable right now,” Harry chuckled, trying to get her to look at him again.

“You forget I am a shy, timid girl underneath it all,” she whined.

“And yet, at the end of the day, I can still get the fucking of my life out of you,” Harry said, trying to disprove her self-describing words.

“You bring it out of me. Proof that you turn me on,” she said, finally looking at him again.

“So, if I bring out the vixen in you, then why is it so hard to tell me if you thought about me when you were alone… in bed… or in the shower… or…” He said playfully before Maggie cut him off.

“Stop!” She yelped, giggling wildly.

“Maggie!” He growled playfully, pinning her on the bed underneath him.

“Did you think of me when you were alone!?” She asked him.

“Hell yes, I did!” He admitted proudly. Her blush was no doubt making her cheeks look like cherry tomatoes.

“Oh my god,” she giggled.

“Why do you think I wanted to see your baps over the internet? Perfect visuals!” He admitted with a smile.

“What the hell is ‘baps’?” Maggie asked, looking at him oddly.

“Your tits, love,” Harry said, smiling wildly as he grabbed her chest.

“Oh, jeez. You’re naughty, Harry!” She laughed, smacking at his hands.

“And you’re dodging the subject,” he said, tickling her right under her rib cage.

“Harry!” She yelped as she squirmed underneath him. He snickered at her crazy response.

“You act like you haven’t already gotten your answer,” she told him seriously when he finally stopped tickling her.

“You have a funny way of answering my questions by not answering my questions,” he told her, lying back down next to her.

“I always think about you,” she said softly against the flesh of his shoulder.

A smile ravaged his face when he got the answer he wanted to hear.

“Are you happy now?” She asked with a smile.

“So happy,” he said, grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Dork,” she said, poking her finger into the squishy flesh of his stomach.

“Nerd,” he shot back playfully and Maggie giggled.

“You make me happy,” Maggie admitted quietly.

“Mmm, Maggie,” Harry hummed, pulling her closer.

“You make me so happy,” he finished and Maggie couldn’t get rid of her smile even if she tried.

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