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softths · 4 years

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Can you do #2 and idk the number but it was "kiss me, again" I think. I love your writing btw🤍🤍

Prompt #2 : ‘You’re awake? Fuck.’ & Prompt #47: ‘Kiss me again’

A/N: this has been heavily requested, and is of course a friend to lovers as it’s my favourite thing to write and this is probably my favourite thing I’ve wrote in a while <33 also thank you very much to whoever asked this, ily xxx

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You and Harry had become immune to the questions now, it was all simply a routine. ‘Are you two….?’ Was the most common one, with the quick glance between the two of you and the finger that would flicker between the two. ‘No.’ Was always your reply, with a small smile while Harry would laugh lightly and always reply ‘Just good friends’ mate.’

In the beginning, it was awkward, for you at least. With every question came an awkward silence and not knowing what to say. Harry would laugh and you would feel awful about yourself because of it. Was it really that funny, the idea of him being with you? But now, now it was simple. It just was not like that and never would be between the two of you. So, you had thought.

‘It’s Li’s wedding in a few months, all the boys have dates and I don’t want to be fucking nineth wheeling the whole time. Fancy coming with?’ You looked over to Harry, eyebrows furrowed, as you took in what he had said. ‘You want me to come to Li’s wedding with you?’ Harry nodded in response to your question, taking another handful of popcorn and putting it into his mouth.

“Don’t you feel like that’s a bit weird? Why don’t you take that girl you’ve been seeing?” You say nonchalantly, returning your gaze back to the TV before Harry reaches to pause it. He sighs as he does, before facing you. “Look, I can’t just bring some random girl to one of my best mates’ weddings, she’ll be in the photos and it’ll just be weird. Like really weird. You’re a friend of all of us and Liam said he wants you there, please?” He asks, well pleads really.

You roll your eyes before sighing in defeat. “Fine, but I’m still pissed at Liam for not inviting me himself and just assuming I’d be fine going with you.” Harry shrugs before pressing play again, “He just know you can’t say no to the charm of Harry Styles.” You slap him lightly, “Get your head out of your arse Styles.” You retaliate.

“When and where is it again?” You ask, standing up to refill your glass with water. “This weekend and Italy.” You gasp after taking in a mouthful of water, causing yourself to choke slightly. Harry runs in as he hears you struggling to breathe. He helps by patting you on the back firmly as you begin to cough. “This fucking weekend Harry? As in four days?” Harry shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, what’s the issue?”

“I have a job Harry. A normal job unlike you. I’m not a musician who can just take time off when I need to. I don’t have anything to wear. Fuck Harry, why aren’t you more organised.” Harry interrupted your rambling quickly, “Woah, woah, woah, shush for a second. I’ve already spoken to your boss and he said it was fine. I gave his daughter tickets to a show and he said we were even. I’ll get Lambert to contact some people and you’ll have a dress, tailored to you that matches my suit in time for when we leave okay? Don’t stress.” You nodded as you took in Harry’s words and tried to not overthink too much about the coming days.

You were stressed. You had an hour until you had to be at the venue and you hadn’t even tried the dress on yet. Harry was busy getting his suit on in the other room as you paced up and down. “Stop pacing, you’re driving me insane.” Harry barks from the other room. You listen to him and grab the dress from the hanger. You place your legs inside the bottom, stepping into it as you pull it up around you. It was a beautiful blue satin dress with a low v neck which sat on top of your chest, it fitted you perfectly and you were so grateful. You admired yourself in the mirror and finally felt like you could breathe as you fell more and more in love with the dress that was wrapped around your figure.

Walking out to see Harry, you placed your earrings in. You rest against the doorframe leading into the bathroom as he fixes his tie in the mirror before sighing in defeat and throwing his arms around. He looked stunning in his double-breasted navy suit, his handkerchief matching the pattern of the tie he was struggling to put on. ‘Help.’ He whined as he pouted and looked at you for the first time. ‘Fuck.’ He mumbled as he walked towards you. ‘You look…’ He started as you just laugh and pretended to flick your hair over your shoulder. ‘You don’t need to tell me how good I look.’ You mutter with a small laugh as he continues to gawk at you.

You reach for his tie and begin to do it up as he continues speaking. ‘No honestly, you look so beautiful. See I told you, you didn’t need to stress. Plus I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gucci look so good on anyone compared to the way it looks on you.’ He says and it was your turn to gawk at him. You slap him lightly as you drop his half-finished tie. ‘What the fuck do you mean Gucci?’ He just shrugged as he looked at you, smiling cheekily, ‘What? Couldn’t let you turn up in anything less than you are worth.” You finish off his tie before placing your hands on either of his shoulders, looking at him in the eye.

“How much did this put you back Harry?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “Does it matter?” He whines, rolling his eyes and walking passed you. “Yes it does, to me.” Harry just shakes his head, grabbing your purse, “Look can we just go?”

“Not until you tell me.” You state, placing a hand on your hip and he sighs knowing he never is going to win against you. “£2,700.” He mumbles but you hear him and he hears your gasp. “Harry!” You yell as you look at him and he instantly goes to defend himself. “Look it’s not everyday you get to go to a wedding in Rome with your best friend okay? I just wanted you to feel amazing and have an amazing time. Please, you don’t owe me anything. I did this off my own back and I hate to be that person but it didn’t even dent the figure in my bank okay? I wanted to do this! So just say thank you and let’s get going.” You sigh as he opens the door and signals for you to leave. “Okay! Okay. I’m very, very grateful and you’re the best friend ever but don’t go thinking I’ve dropped this okay?” You warn, pointing your finger at him as he follows behind you with a small laugh.

The whole day was magical. You teared up at the ceremony. You always have and always would. There was just something about love, that made you emotional. Niall passed you a tissue and Harry gave you a reassuring cuddle as you watched Liam and Maya tie the knot. You were sat on a table with all the boys and their partners at dinner and laughed along with them at Zayn’s best man speech. A few stories were spilt about all the boys and you could not help but gently slap Harry as you found out secret antics that he had partaken in when he was in his early twenties in the band. But as the night grew on, you became more and more tired.

“Harry, I think I’m going to head back to the room.” You muttered with a small yawn as you looked at your watch to see it was growing closer to one in the morning and Liam was about to lift Louis up in the air, attempting to recreate the iconic scene from Dirty Dancing. “One more drink and then I’ll come back with you.” Harry promised as his attention went from Lilo to you and then back to Lilo, yet now they were on the floor in a heap at the failed attempt. You giggle and give in, taking another sip of your drink as Harry gets up to have one more dance with the boys.

“So you and Harry, hey? He finally plucked up the courage then?” Maya says as she perches next to you, you look up as a loud roar comes from the dancefloor and recognise the all too familiar opening chord of What Makes You Beautiful. The boys begin getting over excited and shouting the lyrics at the top of their lungs. “Huh? Nothing’s going on between me and Harry.” You laugh as Maya reddens. “But what do you mean ‘finally plucked up the courage’?” Maya dismissed her comment saying it must have been ‘the alcohol talking’. You nod as she gets up to join Liam and dance with him to the overly played One Direction tune. Harry waltzed over to you before your head could begin to work at what Maya had said.

“Let’s get going love.” He said as he reached out for your hand, after reaching to pick up your heels that had been discarded onto the floor hours ago. “We’re off to bed lads. Night.” Harry yells waving, as the boys collectively wolf whistle and Niall yells, ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.’ You roll your eyes at their childish behaviour before hobbling out of the hall, wincing at the pain. “Your feet hurting you love?” Harry asks stopping as you continue to seethe in pain. “Yeah a bit, don’t worry about it. It’s not far to the room.” Harry simply shook his head and reached down to scoop you up in his arms before you could even argue with him.

“Put me down.” You say as he carries you, but you don’t have enough energy to fight him as he tells you to shush, claiming you were ‘light as a feather’. You quickly passed out in his arms and only awoke slightly when you felt yourself fall onto the bed. You kept your eyes shut as you heard Harry moving around in the room, you heard the metal of his belt, understanding that he was stripping down to get into bed.

When he stopped you felt him tapping your arm lightly. “Y/n, lovie, turn over so I can undo your dress if that’s okay?” You did as he said and felt his delicate fingertips glide over your skin as he undone the zip of your dress, he pulled the small straps off your arms before pulling the dress off of you to reveal your underwear before he placed the cover over your exposed skin and slipped into bed beside you as you moved, your back now facing him.

This was normal for the two of you. You had shared a bed together dozens of times, only in your underwear, but tonight, it felt different. He waited for a while, waiting for your breathing to change to signal that you were asleep before wrapping his arms around you. He traced your skin lightly before beginning to speak, “You looked so beautiful today.” He whispered. “I wanted to tell people you were mine today. That I was the one who you loved. The one who knew all your secrets. The person who you returned to at the end of every single day. That I was the luckiest man alive to be able to call you mine. But I’m too scared to do it. To even tell you what I want. Because, what if it changes everything. What if I don’t even get to have a part of you. What if I don’t get to be the man you come to moan about other men to. What if I don’t get to be the man you trust with everything, even the secrets that your previous partners don’t. What if it fucks up everything? I can’t do that to us. I can’t do that to you.” He sighs, placing a kiss to the back of your neck before resting his head on you.

“You’re so selfish, do you know that?” You whisper back to him, not moving. “You’re awake? Fuck.” You turn to look at him in the darkness of the room, still able to make out the features of his face.

“Yes I’m still awake. And I’m pissed that you’ve been making all these decisions for me to be honest Styles.” You say with a small laugh and he can’t help but laugh too. “I-…” He is lost for words and his mind is racing, as is yours but you know this is what you want. What you’ve always wanted.

So you don’t have to think twice before leaning down and placing your lips on his. He welcomes the feeling immediately, wrapping his arms around you to pull you even closer. You pull away to look at him as he breathes slowly, both of you registering what just happened.

“Kiss me again.” Harry states and you did just that, smiling as you kiss him again and he pulls you on top of him. When you pull away again this time, it’s you that speaks up. “Still just good friend’s?” Harry looked at you, expressionless.

“Are you fucking kidding?” He asked as he looked at you, a smile on your face that he could not help but mirror. “You bitch.” He said beginning to tickle you, as you laughed. “Don’t threaten me with the friend zone ever again, we are way past that now.’ He said, continuing to tickle you. “Okay, okay. Now stop.” You beg as you try your best to wiggle out of his grip.

“I’m in love you.” He says, placing a kiss to your head.

“I’m in love you too.”

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