Random Harry Styles Short Stories || Completed!

It's Nice To See You Again

"to finally being able to legally drink!"

you laugh as you lift up your glass and toast with all of your friends. drowning back the expensive champagne that your best friend had bought for this special occasion, you can't help but let a tear slip down your cheek.

"happy tears, right?" your best friend tries to keep up your happy facade in front of the rest of the guests, and they all buy it, but you secretly know better. to say the least, this year was the hardest year of your life.

harry had left you.

on perfectly understandable circumstances, of course, but that doesn't mean it hurt less.

"we can't be together if we're on opposite ends of the world," he had whispered into your ear as you cried into his shoulder. "but i love you, kitten. i'll always love you. and maybe one day, we'll meet again."

"oh yeah? what if you're with somebody else?"

he pulls away slightly so he can look into your eyes–so you could see the severity of his promise. "it's always going to be you. my heart is always going to belong to you. no matter who i'm with."

and for the last year, you've been tucked away in boston, studying criminal law and trying not to search up his name on your computer every chance you got.

but now you were in los angeles, because your best friend had insisted you to drive down to party in the party state. so you did. and surprisingly, not once on the way down did you think you'd see him.

he was off in france, the last time you heard, filming a movie. so bumping into him in one of the roughest bars in downtown LA was just as likely as you becoming a surgeon (and with these clammy hands and fear of blood? that wasn't gonna happen in three lifetimes).

but as you sip the last remains of your drink, you see him.

you see him looking at you, through the midst of people–through the fog of cigarette smoke, there he was.

harry styles.

looking at you.

at first you're certain you've finally gone crazy. you even pinch yourself a couple of times to make sure you're not dreaming. and you see him smile when he spots you squeezing the skin of your arms.

hi, he mouths, like you two have never met.

like you didn't think about him every single day.

your friends didn't notice your sudden silence, blaming it all on your shallow alcohol tolerance, so they didn't question you when you said you wanted to be excused to the bathroom.

meeting harry's eyes again across the room, you watch him excuse himself from his friends and you're halfway up the stairs when you see him following you. and it's not until you have your arms around his neck in the small bathroom space that you knew for certain he was real.

"i missed you," you blurt out in a whisper, tears stinging the sides of your cheeks. "how are you here?"

"your best friend texted me and told me that she would kick me in the bullocks if i dared to show up here," he chuckles under his breath and wipes a stray tear away from your face. then he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you to him tightly. "but i couldn't resist. i had to see you. even if it was from a distance."

"how've you been?" you both ask at the same time. you giggle but you can't stop crying and then you realize he's crying as well and you both fall into each other's arms like a bag of limbs.