Harry and Maya One-Shots

Age is Just a Number - Part Six

okay guys this one kinda gets a bit more serious... there's gonna be one more update after this so yay :) i love you <3 ENJOY! <3

            I woke up late the next morning and found Harry curled up comfortably next to me. His mouth hung open a little bit and his eyelashes fluttered from his dream. I kissed him a couple times.

            “How are you feeling?” he mumbled tiredly with his eyes still closed.

            “Sore,” I admitted.

            “I’ll call in sick for you,” Harry said, opening his eyes and sitting up on his elbows. He put his hand out for my phone and I handed it to him. I listened to his tired morning voice tell probably my boss Monica that I wasn’t going to be able to make it in today because I’d gotten sick last night and was still asleep right now. I smiled up at Harry who said a polite goodbye and hung up the phone. “Now I get to spend the entire morning with you in my arms,” he said with a lazy smile. “But first you’re going to take a shower with me.”

            Harry tugged me over to him and I clung onto him like a koala as he walked over to my bathroom and shut the door behind us, kissing me almost immediately.  

A YEAR LATER – HARRY’S P.O.V.

            Maya and I had been together for over a year now and I never thought that I would ever fall so in love with one person. Everything about her was absolutely perfect. Not only her looks, but her personality and how well she handled the fame of being my girlfriend. Going public was hard at first, since she had never been exposed to that sort of media attention before. My fans really got at her on twitter but she tried not to let it bother her, when in reality, I could tell it really did.

But Maya wasn’t only my girlfriend. She was also my best friend. She was the only person I would ever want to be with. I could easily just sit on her couch and eat junk food with her all day and never get bored of being with her.

            We’d gotten drunk together a number of times, both at either of our apartments and fortunately never out in public. One time we were on my couch and ended up falling asleep together there instead of stumbling the twenty feet over to my bedroom. Some nights it got so bad that we could barely even remember what we were talking about. We had drunk sex once, but we both agreed that we’d never do that again.

            The two of us could make out for hours. I was young and in love and I kissed her as if there was no tomorrow. After a while of being together, we almost had sex every single time we were together. Sometimes our kisses would turn into heated touches and we’d end up having sex on her or my couch in the middle of the afternoon. We spent as much time as we could together, either talking and laughing with each other, or kissing each other to no end.

            There was something about Maya, though, that made me love her just a little bit more every time I looked at her. I had no idea what it was. Maybe it was because she was funny without even realizing it, or the fact that she mumbled my name when she would be fast asleep. Maybe it was because of her… unique obsession with coffee. Or maybe it was the way she walked and the way she spoke to me when she was being completely serious. Her eyes seemed to get darker when she was talking to me about something that was bothering her.

            Maybe it was the fact that she always came to me when she had to vent about something. She let me hold her when she was upset and let me kiss her when she really needed some love. Even if she was a bit older than me and I was still young, I still felt like we had this connection. It was as if I needed her in my life. As if she was supposed to be in my life. Our paths crossed for a reason. Everything between us has happened for a reason.