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#solo harry
lhhswhorea day ago
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british-curlsa day ago
Hate you, love you.
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Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut, swearing and alcohol consumption.
鈥淥h god, please Emily!鈥
鈥淚t is not my problem if YOU hate him! Gosh, inviting my own best friend has also become a problem now!鈥
She knew she had you cornered now fair and square. You should have figured out by now that she was the queen of blackmailing people, especially you. She always did that, considering she was the oldest of the three, having a two-year gap in your ages which was not the same for your younger sister, being four years younger than you. You finally decide to give in, considering the party was only for 2 hours. You think to yourself, we can deal with him for two hours, can鈥檛 we?
Well, what is this all about, you鈥檒l ask. Today is supposed to be your sister鈥檚 birthday and she has obviously invited her best friend. And what鈥檚 worse, apparently the best friend has a brother, a bother which you completely detest- Harry Styles.
If other people were asked, detest would be the last of the feelings they would have for harry. He had charmed every woman in the town- from young to old. Even your baby sister was excited to see him. He looked like what every girl wanted a man to look like- you didn鈥檛 think he would pass for a man but others did- green eyes, bright with life; sharp jawline, the one which might even cut an apple, you thought as you ate one yourself; perfectly symmetrical face, as if god might have spent a whole year perfecting it; chiseled body, which many girls were dying to feel against their fingertips; a charming smile, with dimples as if it were icing on the cake. This was enough for girls in your college to drool over him every time he waked past, which sometimes you thought he did on purpose. You wouldn鈥檛 say he wasn鈥檛 attractive, that would be lying though your teeth. He just irritated you. A lot.
This wasn鈥檛 the case for other people. In their eyes, he was a gentleman, helping with the grocery bags, babysitting their kids, bringing cake on the first day of the New Year. If they could write a list about all things, they liked about harry, it was most likely that they would never stop.
From the very first day you met him, you would get very irritated by the smallest of things that he did. You wouldn鈥檛 say you hated him, you had feelings for him. Not the silly ones that other girls of your college had; that would be attraction to put it bluntly. Irritation worked as a mask to the actual feelings you had for him.
Why hadn鈥檛 you told him? Well as explained by your (totally not) trusty subconscious mind, he was hot, you were not. It wasn鈥檛 like you were not in the good-looking department; you came in the cute section, not exactly what made people call someone fat but no zero figure either; the girls he had a dating history with came in the hot section, with future career plans of becoming models and having zero figures.
You didn鈥檛 care about your looks though; looks or no looks, you knew he hated you. The snide comments and the constant teasing proved it.
So, when your sister decides to call her best friend to your house, two hours before the party to help with the decorations, with her friend suggesting to bring her brother for extra help to which your sister can鈥檛 help but agree (scoffs), you aren鈥檛 really in the best mood. Your baby sister, on the other hand, feels that her lucky socks actually bring her luck.
The ringing of the doorbell brings you back to earth as you hear your sister shout at you to open it.
鈥淕emms! We were waiting for you!鈥
鈥淲hat about me? Were you waiting for me?鈥
Oh, did I forget to tell you that he was very big flirt?
Trying to hide your very apparent blushing, you curtly reply, 鈥淲ell I certainly wasn鈥檛.鈥
鈥淵our face tells a different story, love.鈥
鈥淚f you put up decorations in the sun all day, yours will as well鈥
鈥淵ou certainly have a point.鈥
鈥淗ARRY! HI I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO COME!鈥 you sister tears down the staircase, bringing an immediate end to the uncomfortable silence that had come, making you feel thankful for your sister鈥檚 appearance for the first time in your life.
鈥淗I LEAH HOW ARE YOU!鈥 Harry screamed in perfect imitation of your baby sister鈥檚 unwantedly loud welcome, earning a roar of laughter from her and a giggle from you.
Harry watched you giggle, making his insides do a sort of wild dance. He had most definitely fallen for you. Very hard.
But he knew you didn鈥檛 like him. Or he thought he did.
Your irritated remarks and cold attitude made it very clear to him that you weren鈥檛 interested. He thought that you only spoke to him because of your sisters鈥 strong bond.
He loved your smile. He loved to see your (y/e/c) eyes crinkle when you laughed. He loved the way you looked cute in anything that you wore to college, and he often found himself looking at a bump in his jeans during a party when you decided to 鈥榮how off your curves鈥.
He was not stupid enough to not feel the sexual tension between the two of you, often so close to each other that you could kiss, but not quite. Many times, he had caught you staring at his lips, forming an instant smirk on them. He, well he was always looking at yours, trying not to make it obvious, wishing he could taste them.
But he thought that you didn鈥檛 care and all of it was kept to himself, so both of you oblivious to each other鈥檚 feelings decided to continue the pretend hatred feelings you had for each other.
Being the kind gentleman he is, Harry helped you put on the decorations in the neatly mowed and raked lawn, which took you almost two hours because your baby sister decided it would be nice to let the pet dog loose to poop while she herself engaged in what she called 鈥榣eaf-swimming鈥 aka acting like you鈥檙e swimming in a pile of freshly raked leaves because you don鈥檛 have the guts to actually go in the water where you鈥檙e SUPPOSED to swim in, all of this happening in the ten minutes you took to wash yourself up. Making a mental note to ask your mother to send Leah to swimming coaching, you had taken upon the task to do everything all over again, without any complains apparently.
You slowly engage into a conversation with harry without any snide remarks, to both of your surprise. Soon you got to know that you two had the ability to talk about anything you wanted. You had never felt this sense of comfort while talking to anyone at all. You never thought that you would find comfort in talking to harry out of all people, and it wasn鈥檛 exactly helping your feelings for him. Little did you know that he felt the same way.
Soon time passed and it was almost time for the party to begin. You rushed upstairs to get dressed while Harry chatted with your parents, who were constantly trying to set you two up, and were always joined by Emily and Gemma, occasionally joined by Anne. But she would sometimes help the two of you out of these awkward situations, knowing pretty well that you two had feelings for each other but for oblivious reasons (oblivious reasons being that you both WERE oblivious) you two were not exactly into this 鈥榮hipping鈥 business, as your sister called it.
After furiously touching up your makeup for the umpteenth time, you instantly thought it鈥檚 time to face the world very dramatically. As you ascended down the stairs in a very posh like fashion, your eyes connected with deep green orbs, the one you were very anxious to see, the face containing them holding an expression of half shock, half amusement. His expression gave you some sort of encouragement to be your confident self again.
Well well well, what was going on in the guy-with-green-orbs鈥 mind? Well he had just somehow taken a run for it to the bathroom as soon as you came downstairs to take care of a problem. Yes, he got turned on by a fucking dress that you wore. It was a very decent dress he thought god knows what鈥檒l happen if it were even a little bit revealing.
Well, the party was over. THREE DAYS AGO. AND you were still not over it. Harry complimented you not once, not twice but THREE times. Threes the charm I鈥檝e heard, you thought as you smiled to yourself during your history class. The teacher saw it, because the next instant there was a snide remark that came towards you but no one bothered to laugh, already bored with the subject. The professor had a really boring and lulling-you-to-sleep kind of a voice. Harry鈥檚 voice had a similar effect, but it had this sort of effect to keep you interested rather than putting you to instant sleep. Hell, you even had the professor鈥檚 voice recorded just for the sleepless nights which were becoming very often.
Harry stopped you after class, to your astonishment. He waited for the remaining girls to go, who were definitely not in a mood to but finally did. You saw him coming closer, building up a fresh wave of nerves in your body.
鈥淗ey, harry.鈥
Oh god you had to add that 鈥榟arry鈥, didn鈥檛 you?
鈥淯mm, uh, I uh鈥
Seriously harry, he thought to himself, you just have to go and fuck it, don鈥檛 you?
God don鈥檛 say my name like that you鈥檙e not helping, he thought again, now go say something!
鈥淲hat? Harry why are you talking so fast, you usually can鈥檛 speak fast to save your life!鈥 you said between laughs.
鈥淵ou understood what I said.鈥
鈥淥h, did I? Nah, I don鈥檛 think so.鈥
鈥淪top it and answer my question, y/n.鈥
鈥淛ackson鈥檚 party? As a date?鈥
Harry鈥檚 breath hitched. That鈥檚 exactly what he wanted to do. Take you to the party as his date. But will he say that? We all know the answer.
鈥淣o, just as friends, you know.鈥
Yeah, good save. Or not.
鈥淒id you just call me your friend?鈥
What the hell. He thinks of you as his friend! SQUEEE!
鈥淯m, that is if you want to, be uh, be umm, be my-鈥
Hell no. as his date is what his heart is screaming to say.
鈥淵up. as friends.鈥
Wow. Just wow.
鈥測eah, sure! When should we meet?鈥
鈥7. Is that fine?鈥
鈥測eah, totally.鈥
鈥渦hm, do you want to, like, walk home together?鈥
Woah woman, where did you get the guts from?
鈥淚t would be a pleasure.鈥
You laugh at the solemn way he said that, as if you were a princess, and he was your prince. Seriously, you need to stop reading Rapunzel to Leah at night.
The both of you chit chat all the way till your home. Emily is sitting in the front porch with her nose deep in her favorite novel, wuthering heights. Honestly, she did have a good sense in books, and you quite enjoyed the recommendations she gave, a secret you鈥檒l take to the grave. Yeah, you鈥檙e dramatic. Get used to it.
You frantically search for a dress to wear, going with beige pants and a sheer black shirt and hoop earrings to match. Hell, you needed all the confidence you could get.
The doorbell rang.
You were just about to put some makeup, or rather war-paint, when you heard it, your eyes instantly looking at the screen of your phone. 7 o鈥 clock. Jesus. Why does he have to be dot on time?
You applied your red lipstick, gave yourself a look over and hurriedly grabbed your stuff. You could hear harry and Leah talking.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e taking my sister to a date, aren鈥檛 you?鈥 oh damn.
鈥淲e鈥檙e going to a friend鈥檚 party together.鈥
鈥淪o, it鈥檚 a date.鈥 You chortled hearing that, hearing harry chuckle as well.
鈥淚f you say so.鈥 You choked on air. Literally. And now you鈥檙e having a coughing fit.
鈥淟isten, dude,鈥 your eyes widened at her choice of words. Dude? Harry? Does she have a fever?
鈥淚f you hurt her even a little bit, I鈥檒l feed you to dogs.鈥
Holy fucking shit. You loved her. The hate was occasional. Besides, she鈥檚 just a kid. You smiled when you realised that she had felt bad when you had broken up with Jaden and had come home with tears in your eyes. Leah still makes his life difficult if she ever meets him.
鈥淚 promise.鈥 You could imagine him crossing his heart right now.
You rushed downstairs, gave a big fat kiss to Leah on the cheek (instantly making her whine in disgust but you didn鈥檛 care, it was all fake and she would probably not wash it till tomorrow morning) and looked at harry.
He was wearing a white shirt and some skinny jeans, his ring clad fingers running through his long hair. The sleeve had been folded up till the elbow, his hands showing off some of his tattoos. Long story short, he looked hot.
The first thing harry could think of after you came downstairs was how fucking beautiful you looked even in a simple attire. It鈥檚 like you didn鈥檛 even have to try. So not fair to other girls. So not fair to him.
鈥淵ou look amazing.鈥 The words slip off his tongue even before he can stop himself.
鈥淭hanks. You don鈥檛 look that bad either.鈥
鈥淲ow. That鈥檚 the best compliment you have?鈥
鈥淥h, I鈥檓 sorry your majesty, you look very handsome.鈥
You both laugh at the banter, the tension filled her slowly fading away, the atmosphere filled with the both of you joking. Did I mention you two were EXTREMELY touchy and flirtatious? Oh yeah.
You arrive to the party hand in hand. As soon as you enter, whispers could be heard everywhere. People were literally pointing at you shamelessly. Some didn鈥檛 care, and you liked that more than this sudden attention.
Harry brought a bottle of beer for the both of you. You spent the whole night with easy flow of conversation between the both of you, and you two didn鈥檛 even realise that it was almost time.
It鈥檚 now or never, harry. Now or never.
鈥淐ome with me,鈥 he whispered so slowly that if you haven鈥檛 seen his lips moving, you would鈥檝e missed it.
The both of you went upstairs and he huddled you into a room. Your heart was going to burst out of your ribcage. You could hear your heart pounding.
鈥淚- I love you.鈥
No fucking way.
Harry was rambling now, seeing her shocked expression had made him even more anxious than he was before.
鈥淚 have loved you for a long time now. You are just so pretty, I mean, your eyes and how they crinkle and your laugh is like, a very sweet tune and- 鈥
Your lips were connected with his, stopping him from rambling. He passionately responded and slowly the passionate kiss became a full on make out session. You slowly separated your lips with his, gasping for breath.
You see him looking at you, his green eyes dark with lust, wanting more
鈥淲hat are you waiting for, styles?鈥
And the door is shut.
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harry + the colour yellow 馃挍
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