a million tiny little things

“Woody! Who’s up there with ya?”

“Woody!” Harry mimicked, his usual smooth baritone segueing into a whiny pitch. “Who’s up there with ya?” He poked Fallon’s stomach. “Woody! Don’t you have any weird facts about this movie? You were full of it… I mean, them… during The Shining,” he teased, tickling her sides again. “Did they feed Tom Hanks cheese sandwiches, too?” He pressed a sloppy kiss on top of Fallon’s head to show her he was kidding.

“Do you ever stop talking?” Fallon wondered, covering Harry’s hand with hers and giving it a squeeze. Her virginity confession had worried her. She hadn’t wanted to cast a dark shadow over the evening, and the heavy discussions about past relations and sexual partners could have done just that. But, to her surprise and joy, Harry hadn’t cared. He kissed her the same, he touched her the same, and he made it easy for Fallon to move past the embarrassment. He assured her it did not matter to him, and she believed him. She hoped Harry knew she didn’t trust people often, but was almost sure she trusted him.

“Me?!” Harry hooted. “That’s your gig, honey. A nice, big, Andy’s room welcome,” he added, almost in synch with the movie, gently punching Fallon’s shoulder as he said the words. “I reckon I didn’t hear a single word during that damn horror movie you dragged me to.”

“I thought you didn’t mind,” countered Fallon, twisting her head and looking at Harry with a smirk.

Harry snickered. “Well…” he mused. “I guess you’re right about that,” he agreed. He tilted her head towards him and pressed a kiss against her lips. “I didn’t mind…”

He tangled his fingers through Fallon’s hair as he kissed her. He was careful with his movements – he didn’t want to do anything that would make Fallon uncomfortable. Her virginity confession hadn’t surprised him – he realised he would have been surprised if she said she wasn’t a virgin. He respected her so much, and he didn’t want her to think he was spending time with her only to have sex with her. He also wondered if he should confess to his own lack of experience – not as little as hers, but not as much as one might think – but he decided they had enough of the heavy topics for one night. So, instead, they put on Toy Story and giggled together on the couch, touching and kissing each other every chance they could.

“I know,” Fallon answered, her head heavy against Harry’s chest. “There is a reference to The Shining in this movie, though… Shut up!” she laughed as Harry let out a dramatic groan. She swatted his leg. “Maybe if you shut up and pay attention, you’ll be able to see it without my help. Actually,” she added before Harry could cut in, “no, you won’t… There…”

Harry mimicked Fallon’s leg swat. “… seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere,” he said in unison with Fallon. He laughed. “We’re both talking about me, aren’t we?” he joked.

Fallon nodded. “Yeah, we are,” she teased. She stretched up and kissed him again. She had a sense of relief while kissing Harry, but a quiet nagging deep in her soul reminded her the true test would be if he still called her after he left her house, or if they kept in contact while he was in Europe. But Fallon, remembering Trudy’s advice, pushed that voice away. That voice didn’t matter.

Harry and Fallon stayed tangled up in each other as the movie played, neither one of them paying much attention, unless they were reciting a line from the well-known film. Harry adored the innocence of the date. Watching a Disney movie with a cute girl curled up beside him wasn’t how he usually spent dates, but he was realising he could do anything with Fallon and, as long as he was with her, he would love it.

Fallon relaxed against Harry, her body languid with contentment as they teased each other throughout the movie and he played with her hair. She wanted to have more dates like this – more dates in general – and she had to fight the urge to ask him what they were. It was too soon, she knew, but she wanted him to be hers, and only hers. And, more importantly, she wanted to be his, and only his. Having Harry Styles as her first boyfriend would be her peak, but she was willing to peak at twenty, if it meant they were together.

Still, she wouldn’t ever be able to find the nerve to ask him.

It was awhile later when Fallon realised Harry’s absentminded hair pulling suddenly had rhythm. “What are you doing to my hair?” she asked as Buzz and Woody scuffled under Andy’s van. She watched as Harry reached to the coffee table and grabbed a couple of discarded hair ties. “Is it dreadlocks?” she wondered, reaching up to touch her head.

Harry pushed her hand away. “It’s my masterpiece,” he told her. “You’ll be red carpet ready when I’m done with you,” he said, trying to keep his voice serious. “Either that, or it’ll be a rachet mess…” He trailed off and shrugged. “I think you’ll like it!”

Fallon laughed. “I think you’re crazy,” she teased him, but she didn’t mind. “Good thing I have a good detangling spray.”

“Good thing,” Harry agreed. “Cause this is a mess. You’re just a hot mess,” he joked, kissing the top of her head. “But more hot than a mess,” he added in a whisper, his breath tickling her earlobe.

“Oh, gee, thanks,” Fallon giggled. “Are you done yet?”

“Almost,” Harry assured Fallon, his tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration as he wound the elastic around her hair. “Voila!” he announced a moment later, nudging Fallon into a more upright position. “Just darling… Anna!”

“Anna?” asked Fallon, touching her hair. She realised he’d pleated it into two pigtail braids, which she hadn’t had in her hair since she was in grade school. Still, it was a cute gesture on Harry’s part. “Who is Anna?”

Harry furrowed his brow at Fallon. “Uhh, from Frozen!” he exclaimed. “I mean, duh,” he added teasingly, flicking her braid. “Aren’t you Disney kids supposed to be up on all things mouse?”

Fallon swatted Harry’s hand. “It’s On-na, you dope!”

“Anna!” Harry argued. He reached for his phone. “Hi Siri,” he spoke into his phone. “Who are the characters in the movie Frozen?”

Fallon rolled her eyes. “You are such…” she trailed off as Harry held up his finger to silence her. “… a dork,” she finished in a whisper.

The characters in Frozen include Elsa, Anna, Olaf and others.

Harry beamed triumphantly as Siri recited the names and pronounced Anna as he had. “You shouldn’t even argue with me,” he teased. “I’m always right! Oh, Anna!” he sang to the tune of Mandy. “Your name is pronounced how I say it… and Fallon is wrong! Oh, Anna!”

Fallon reached for her own phone and opened the YouTube app. “No, I’m not,” she argued, typing her query in the search bar. “Frozen Anna… oh, Elsa Flees From Arendelle… oh, so dramatic… Let’s see what the Queen says,” Fallon said melodramatically, tapping on the video.

She watched the screen, with Harry curiously peering over her shoulder. Silently, they watched as Anna and Prince Hans burst into the palace to announce their engagement. Within a few seconds, Elsa uttered the word that proved Fallon right. On-na.

Fallon turned to Harry, a wide grin on her face. “Aww…” she cooed, feigning sympathy. “I kind of feel sorry for you… You tried so hard to be right, what with your dumb Siri and everything…” She offered him a small pout. “Poor guy…”

“Psh,” Harry scoffed. He hated being wrong, but Fallon was so cute. “Oh, Anna!” he sang out again, continuing to pronounce the name his way. “I don’t need your sympathy, but you… are just so fucking cute. Oh, Anna!”

Fallon shook her head. “That doesn’t even rhyme,” she pointed out, grinning teasingly at Harry. She turned her body, facing him. “Your turn?” she said, almost questioningly, as she ran her fingers through Harry’s shoulder length locks.

Harry laughed. “You want to make me as pretty as you?” he asked, dropping a kiss against her cheek. “I mean, good luck… I thought you were a stunner before, but now, with this amazing hairstyle…” He tugged on one braid. “Total smoke show!”

“Yes, you did an amazing job,” Fallon teased. “So is that a yes?” she wondered, pulling on his hair. “You can’t just have this nice, long hair for no reason,” she told him. Both her hands tugged through his hair and she pulled Harry’s handsome face closer to her. “Pretty please?”

Harry would let Fallon do almost anything to him or his hair, but he enjoyed hearing her beg. He smirked. “Pretty please?” he repeated. “Oh, you can do better than that… no cherries?”

Fallon rolled her eyes. “Fine… with a cherry on top?” she asked, letting out a grudging sigh. Her sigh couldn’t hide the slight upturn of her lips, Harry’s demands causing her to smile.

Harry leaned in closer, his lips just barely touching Fallon. “And sprinkles and whipped cream and maybe some chocolate chips too…” he urged her on. He grinned against her lips. “And then maybe I’ll let you doll me up…” He pressed a kiss against her lips. “If you ask me so, so nice…”

“You’re a dork,” Fallon laughed. She kept her hands in Harry’s hair, his face touching hers. “Pretty please? With cherries and sprinkles and whipped cream and chocolate chips and chocolate sauce and Oreos and peanut butter cups and gummy bears and… whatever else your pain in the ass self wants…”

“Now I’m just hungry,” Harry teased. She was so cute. “But that was some good begging, so…” He covered Fallon’s hands with his own and pulled his hair out to the side. “Beautify me, babe.” He slid down the couch and rested his head in Fallon’s lap. He grinned up at her. “Can you work your magic if I lay like this?” he wondered. He hoped so – he was comfortable and he loved the closeness.

Fallon nodded. “Yes, I’m very talented,” she assured him. Even though his head on her lap would make braiding his hair more difficult, she wouldn’t tell him. She loved feeling him against her.

Harry stretched out on the couch, tilting his head towards the television as Fallon’s delicate fingers combed through his hair. Her rhythmic breathing and gentle touch were so soothing, he thought he could fall asleep. He forced his eyes to stay open and glanced up at Fallon. Her brow crinkled with concentration as she plaited his hair, unfurrowing only as she periodically glanced at the television quietly snickering at the cartoon. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“What?” asked Fallon, catching Harry’s eyes. She let out a sheepish giggle. “Why’re you staring at me like that?” she asked him, her tummy somersaulting as he gave her a small grin.

Harry shrugged. “Cause you’re pretty?” he offered. “And, you know… I’m laying down, so it’s just… where my head looks…” he teased, reaching over his head and tickling Fallon’s arm.

“You’re pretty,” Fallon countered, combing her hair through Harry’s. “Or, at least you will be soon enough…” She tugged the braid tighter, smoothing the strands as her nimble fingers wove his hair together. “I wonder if I have anything pretty, like a flower or something I could stick in here,” she teased.

“I’ve got one at home, I’m sure,” Harry cracked. His eyes closed for a moment. “This is so relaxing… Careful you don’t put me to sleep, babe…” Harry teased, smirking up at Fallon. “I’d be a terrible date if I fell asleep on you.”

Fallon snickered. “I’d be a terrible date if I put you to sleep,” she answered. She pulled a hair elastic from one of her braids and looped it around Harry’s hair. “There,” she determined, patting the French braid. “You’re just beautiful!”

Harry jumped up and examined his hair in the mirror above the television set. “Dashing,” he joked, but he actually liked the half-up braided look. He turned around and grinned at Fallon. “You want to come on the road with me and do my hair like this every night?” he asked. He was kidding, but it would be a lie if he said he wouldn’t love to have Fallon with him every night.

Fallon smiled, her face warm as she imagined what it would be like to be with Harry every night, holed up in hotel rooms with nothing to do but each other. She imagined sleeping beside him and waking up in his arms, taking luxurious bubble baths together and devouring everything in the minibar. But, knowing he was kidding, she kept her thoughts to herself.

“You can’t afford my talent,” Fallon sniffed instead, grinning at Harry. “Besides, I’m incredibly sought after, and just wouldn’t be able to find the time!”

Harry scoffed. “Oh, shut up,” he laughed, darting back to the couch. Before he realised what he was doing, he jumped on top of Fallon, pushing her onto her back. “You’re so fucking cheeky,” he mumbled, hungrily devouring her lips with his. Their tongues mingled together, dancing with one another. Harry grasped a handful of Fallon’s hair, keeping her face pressed close to his. Lust overcame him, unable to stop.

Fallon panted against Harry’s mouth, his weight on top of her constricting her breathing. Her arms wrapped around his torso, her fingers dancing against his soft skin. His heated breath against her skin sent tingles straight down to her core. He was hard against her thigh, and she could feel her restraint failing, conscience weakening, mental walls crumbling. She wanted him, plain and simple.

Harry let out a quiet groan into Fallon’s warm mouth, instinctively grinding his hips against hers. In the back of his mind, he knew he should stop, but she wasn’t stopping him either. He ached to touch her, to hold her perfect breasts in his hand. He traced his hand gently up Fallon’s arm, to her shoulder and across her collarbone. As he delicately touched the top of her cleavage, Fallon arched her back, startling Harry.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!” he whispered, sitting up straight. He wondered if he would ever stop overstepping his boundaries with Fallon.

Fallon shook her head. “No, no, no…” she assured him, her tone pleading. She took Harry’s hands and pulled him back down to her. “Everything’s good! You’re not doing anything wrong! Just… just keep kissing me…” Her heart was racing as she kissed Harry. “Unless you want to stop…” she said as an after thought.

Harry snickered. “God, no,” he promised her. He settled back against her and pushed her hair from her face as he looked into her eyes. “I just… don’t want to do something disrespectful… But…” he added with a wry grin. “I think you’re a fucking babe and I can’t help but want to touch you. But, I know that’s no excuse so I’ll just… control myself…”

Fallon appreciated Harry’s respect more than he knew, but she felt as though she was ready to advance to another base with him. She knew he wouldn’t push her farther than she was comfortable, and she could stop anything at anytime. “I want you to touch me, too…” she whispered. Her heart pounded against her chest as she took Harry’s hand and placed it onto her breast. “What base is this, do you think?”

Harry’s breath caught in his throat as he touched Fallon’s soft breast. He gently kneaded his fingers against her as he tried to remember how to speak. “Uhm…” He swallowed. “I think… uhm… second?” he wondered, his jeans tightening almost painfully as he massaged Fallon’s breast. “Are you sure this is okay?” he asked.

“Shh…” Fallon told him. “I wouldn’t have told you to touch me if it wasn’t. And I…” she trailed off, her libidinous hormones taking over. She swallowed. “It… feels good…” she whispered, her back arching again as she instinctively pressed her breasts against Harry.

Harry grinned, covering Fallon’s mouth with sloppy, lustful kisses. He was certain his pants would rip open as she pushed her breasts into his chest. “Good…” he managed to utter. He watched Fallon’s eyes as he slowly reached his hand under her shirt and across her soft stomach. She gave him a slight nod as he ran his fingers along her bra, silently telling him his actions were okay.

“Baby, you’re so hot…” he groaned into her mouth as he massaged his hand against the light material of her Victoria’s Secret undergarment. “You’ll tell me if it gets to be too much, right?”

“Shut up,” Fallon sighed. “I’m fine. Just… keep doing what you’re doing…”

Harry did as Fallon told him. Their lips melded together, their kisses alternating between deep and sloppy to slow and sensual. Harry kept his hands on Fallon’s small, firm breasts and she slowly writhed under him as he rubbed his thumb across her covered nipple. His body ached for release, but even with his lustful mind, he knew that would not happen with her.

Fallon surprised herself, and Harry, when she reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it towards his head. He broke their kiss and looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise as Fallon’s hands gripped his shirt.

“Yeah?” he asked. “You want this off?”

Fallon nodded shyly. “Yeah?” she asked. “I mean… Can I?”

Harry sat up straight and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his bare torso to Fallon. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly, tossing his shirt to the floor. He grinned at Fallon, a hint of shyness on his lips, as he settled back down and found her lips. He fluttered his lips softly against hers for a few moments before finding the hem of Fallon’s shirt.

“Can I?” he asked, prepared for a shut down. He didn’t think Fallon would let him get any further than he already had, but he had to ask.

Fallon pressed her lips together. She hadn’t ever been topless with a man before, unless wearing a bikini at the beach counted – and it didn’t. But this was Harry. She wanted their skin together, to feel his warm body against hers as they kissed. So, she nodded.

“Just my shirt,” she whispered, her words almost inaudible. Her face reddened as Harry pulled her shirt up her torso and she kept her eyes down, embarrassed to meet his.

“Of course,” Harry replied, stunned she was letting him take off her top. He slowly pushed her top towards her head, wanting to relish in the sight beneath him. “You’re so gorgeous…” he told Fallon, lifting her head slightly and pulling her top off. His hands cupped her breasts again, and he leaned down, meeting her lips.

Fallon shook her head. “That’s you…” she argued, running her hands along his biceps. She didn’t think there was anyone in the world more attractive than Harry Styles.

**

Fallon didn’t know when she’d fallen asleep on the couch, but when she awoke hours later, she realised the sun had long set, making way for the velvety night sky. She lifted her head and peered at the clock on the wall. Three a.m.

She stretched her arms and realised with a start she was alone on the couch. Her stomach sank, and she jumped up. Did Harry up and leave in the middle of the night? She was almost certain Harry wouldn’t do that, but where could he be?

Pacing through the dining room, Fallon didn’t see a jacket, but she couldn’t remember if Harry had been wearing one when he arrived. She had been too busy kissing him than to pay attention to what he had been wearing.

Fallon let out a loud sigh, but before she could allow herself to panic further, she heard the toilet flush. She darted down the hall and nearly collided into Harry as he stepped out of the bathroom.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. He chuckled and pulled Fallon into a hug. “You miss me already?”

Fallon buried her face against Harry’s bare chest. “Mmm… I guess so…” she teased. She wouldn’t tell him she thought he’d left. “Guess you woke me when you got up.”

Harry pressed a kiss against her head. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he murmured. He rocked her slightly in the hallway. “What time is it, anyway?”

“Three,” Fallon answered. She wanted to go to sleep, with Harry, in her bed. She wasn’t a very good couch sleeper, and she doubted she could fall asleep again. Fallon didn’t want Harry to get the wrong idea, but they were both still topless and now she wanted him in her bed. What kind of idea would he get?

“Hmm…” Harry hummed, looking down at Fallon. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay with Fallon, curled up together as they slept. But he suspected she had pushed her limits to the max tonight, and he didn’t want to think just because he had a rock hard erection and his hands all over her breasts that he expected more from her.

“I guess… I should go…?”

Fallon looked up at Harry, confusion and disappointment written on her face. “Oh,” she lamented. Of course he wanted to leave, sleep in his own bed – especially since he’d gone as far as he could with Fallon, at least for now. She pulled away from his hug and crossed her arms over her chest. “I guess, then…”

Harry guffawed. “You really have the worst poker face ever,” he teased, pulling her back to him. “Do you want me to stay?” he mumbled against her hair. “I don’t want to overstay… if you… you know, don’t want me to…”

“I… yes…” Fallon whispered. “But I… I…” She huffed out a sigh, annoyed by her inability to voice her thoughts to Harry. “I just want to sleep! With you! No, I mean… not… I don’t…”

“Babe…” Harry chuckled. He cupped her face between his hands. “Calm down. And let’s go to sleep. Just sleep. Okay?”

Fallon nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. She nodded over her shoulder. “Uhm… that’s my room…” she told him, her stomach dropping as she realised she was about to have an actual man in her bed. She didn’t know what to do. What did she wear? What was he going to wear? Did he plan on being naked? The thought made her weak in the knees, but it was also terrifying.

Harry heard the hesitation in Fallon’s voice, and he wished she would relax. He would not push her any farther than she was willing to go, and the sooner she realised that, the sooner she could calm down. “Okay…” Harry answered, Fallon’s hesitation contagious. He realised sleeping with someone, someone he liked more than anyone he’d ever liked before, was intimate – more intimate than his hands all over her breasts – and it was terrifying. “Uhm… well, okay, so… shall we?”

Fallon’s eyes flickered between Harry and the bathroom. “I’ll just… I’ll get ready? And just… uhm… meet you?” She looked down, finding Harry’s hand. She hated feeling so uncomfortable, especially when it was something she really wanted to do.

Harry nodded. “Okay,” he agreed. He squeezed Fallon’s hand as she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Once alone in the hallway, he swallowed hard and took a hesitant step to Fallon’s bedroom. He didn’t know what to expect behind the closed door, but he hoped she didn’t have stuffed animals on her bed.

Her bedroom had a shabby chic theme, with no signs of stuffed animals or childhood dolls anywhere. A wrought iron headboard held the queen sized mattress, and two matching pale blue bedside tables sat on either side of the bed. An abundance of fluffy pillows decorated the head of the bed, and a folded homemade quilt lay at the foot. Harry adored the room the moment he saw it, but he thought it might be because it was Fallon’s room and he was moments away from spooning her under the patchwork quilt.

He looked at the nightstands. They had matching lamps, but one had a phone charger and half-full glass of stale water sat on it. Harry walked to the other side of the bed, leaving Fallon’s side for her, and sat on the edge of the mattress. He knew he couldn’t sleep in his jeans, but he felt guilty taking them off. But they were so uncomfortable. With a sigh, he kicked off his jeans and crawled under the covers, relieved he was at least wearing underpants.

Fallon stepped into her bedroom, smiling bashfully at Harry as she closed the door behind her. “Hi,” she whispered, crossing her arms over her unconstrained breasts. She didn’t have a large chest, but she thought her lack of undergarments was widely apparent.

Harry beamed as he saw Fallon. She’d taken out her Anna braids and pulled her hair into a messy topknot. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts, and she looked so cuddly, so comfy. He couldn’t wait to get his arms around her.

“Hi,” he whispered back, patting the bed beside him. “Come warm me up.”

Fallon let out a quiet laugh as she crossed the room and climbed into her bed beside Harry. She pulled the blankets over her legs and rearranged her pillows. “I like them in a certain way,” she told Harry sheepishly, noticing his amused smirk.

“Whatever makes you happy, babe,” he assured her, sliding down against the pillows as Fallon, seeming satisfied with the arrangement, did the same before turning off the light. Harry was certain Fallon could hear the loud thumping of his heart as they laid side-by-side each other. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know where to put his hands, or his head, and he didn’t want to scare her off when she realised he wasn’t wearing jeans.

“I had to take my jeans off,” he whispered. “But I… I mean, I’ve got underpants on, so… I just didn’t want you to freak out if you touched my leg…”

Fallon laughed, her chuckles sounding too loud in the quiet bedroom. “It’s okay,” she told Harry. “You can’t sleep in jeans…” She found her face warming as she pictured him sleeping beside her without jeans or underpants.

Harry rolled onto his side. “You’re right,” he told Fallon, draping his arm across her waist and sliding closer to her. He pressed a kiss onto her forehead. “Thanks for letting me sleep over,” he whispered. “You’re… you’re just the best… I don’t mean because you’re letting me stay over,” he quickly added. “I just mean… You are…”

She really wasn’t, but Harry would just argue with her if she denied it. “You are, too…” she told him, tilting her head and finding his lips. “I’m really glad I met you, Harry…” she added, taking his hand in hers. She settled her little spoon body against his bigger spoon and squeezed his hand.

Harry slid closer to Fallon, their bodies pressed together. “I’m really glad I met you, too, Fallon…” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. He closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh. “Sweet dreams, babe…”

“Sleep well… babe…” Fallon answered, the pet name finding her lips for the first time. It wasn’t a surprise to her that she liked how it sounded and liked how it felt on her lips. Harry’s hand squeezed hers and she knew he liked how it sounded, too. She already couldn't wait to say it to him again.

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