“No, Y/N. You’re drunk.” Harry mumbled as you came at him, trying to kiss him, but he grabbed your arms and held you back.
“I’m not that drunk, Hazzy Wazzy.” you slurred with a giggle as you tried to kiss him again, but he pushed you away, his resistance only making you want him more.
This was the new normal for you and Harry. You broke up months ago, but you still wanted him. Even though you’re the one who broke up with him, you didn’t want him with another girl, which is what had happened.
Harry got a new girlfriend about a month ago and you couldn’t deal with it. You wanted him to only want you.
“Yes, you are. Now get in the car. You’re making a fool of yourself.” Harry mumbled again as he tried to get you into the car, but you were resisting.
You whined, “Just kiss me, Harry…Please?” and he scrunched up his nose as the smell of the alcohol on your breath reached him.
“Y/N, no. We’re not doing this again. C’mon…” Harry said as he helped you into the car and you made a ‘Pfft’ sound as he buckled you in and shut the door.
He reached up and ran one of his large hands through his curls, sighing deeply and closing his eyes for a moment before walking around to the other side of his car and getting in.
Harry was always the one you called when you got into one of your drunken stupors and he always came for you because he still cared about you. He would never want anything bad to happen to you because, as much as he hated to admit it to himself, he still loved you more than anything. He still hadn’t moved on and he knew that helping you every time you called would only make things worse for him, but he couldn’t walk away.
He was still under your hold and you knew it. Admittedly, you loved him too, but you tried to tell yourself that you didn’t. You always had because you always thought that he was too perfect for you.
He was beautiful and he treated you better than any other guy you had been with. He was like an angel and you were the exact opposite. You were a party animal and Harry knew that before all of this even started…but he couldn’t keep himself away. He had already fallen for your charms.
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“Harry, do you love me?” you said, your words still slurred as he lead you up to your bedroom after he drove you home.
Harry sighed as he whispered back, “You know I do.” and you smiled as he sat you down on your bed.
As soon as you felt the softness beneath you, you fell back onto it and sighed, raising your arm above your head as you turned it to the side and muttered, “I love you, too.” as you closed your eyes.
Harry looked down at you as you started to drift off to sleep and his eyes welled up as he sniffled a few times, drawing his eyes up to the ceiling as he rubbed the back of his neck, chin quivering as a warm tear slid down his cheek.
His heart ached every time he was near you and he never really understood why you even left him. All he knew was that you didn’t want him anymore and he didn’t know what he did to push you away. He was as much of a mess as you were without him…the only difference was that he didn’t drink to ease his pain.
No, Harry didn’t have a vice to turn to. He didn’t drink, smoke, do drugs, self-harm…none of it. He just lived in misery, trying to be happy with his current girlfriend, but he knew that she would never be you. She never ever could be, no matter how hard he wished it.
Harry cursed under his breath as he wiped at his eyes and peered back down at you, watching your chest rise and fall steadily as you slept peacefully, his own breathing speeding up as he drew his eyebrows together and leaned down.
He trailed his eyes around, taking in the lovely features of your face, from your eyelashes all the way to your chin.
He loved everything about you, even though you never believed him when he said so. You were so insecure with him and that always hurt him because it was true for him. He really did think you were the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out. You were perfect to him…
“God help me.” Harry breathed as he let another tear slip out and he reached up to run his fingers through your hair before leaning down all the way.
He hesitated for a moment, letting your breath tickle his full, pink lips as he hovered them over yours and then he held his breath as he pressed them into yours, giving you a light, sweet kiss.
You sighed in your sleep as he pulled back and brushed his fingers through your hair again, the feeling of it slipping through his fingers only making him feel all the more worse.
“I’ll always love you.” he whispered as he brushed through your hair a few more times and used his other hand to wipe at his eyes again before he straightened back up and walked out of your room, softly shutting your door behind him.
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“How in the world did you get your hand stuck in here?” Liam asked as he tugged on Niall’s arm, trying to pull his hand out of a jar that Niall knew was too small to fit his hand into.
“Does it matter? Just pull!” Niall exclaimed in his thick Irish accent, frustration written all over him as Liam tugged again, but the jar wouldn’t budge.
“Try dish soap!” Zayn called from the living room as he clicked the tv on and started channel surfing, chuckling to himself at Niall’s stupidity.
Niall rolled his eyes as Liam grabbed the dish soap and squirted it all over his arm, making Niall squirm from the feeling and groan.
“Oi, just hurry up will ya?” Niall whined as Liam twisted the jar a few times and then tugged again.
“Almost got it, mate.” Liam said, his voice strained as he held his breath and tugged one more time, the jar making a loud suction sound as it popped off of Niall’s hand.
Niall stretched his hand out and held it up, flipping it over and over to make sure it was alright as he flashed a beaming smile.
He chuckled as he did a small happy dance and said, “Hey, tanks man!” and he pulled Liam into a hug.
“You’re welcome…Now get off.” Liam said as he pushed Niall off and laughed as Louis walked into the room in a nice, fitted suit, his hair in a perfect quiff.
“Right lads. How do I look?” Louis asked as he held his arms out and did a slow turn for them to look at his attire, smirking when he saw Zayn look over at him.
“Like a proper douche bag.” Niall replied with a loud chuckle as he rinsed his arm off to rid himself of the soapy residue on it.
Louis rolled his eyes as he stopped showing off and slid his hands into his pockets as he walked into the living room and stood directly behind where Zayn was sitting on the couch, an episode of Power Rangers flashing on the flat screen.
“Where’s Haz?” Zayn asked as he crossed his arms over his stomach and sunk down a bit more into the cushions and rested his head back so he could peer up at Louis.
“He’s still getting ready…This will be good for him. He needs to get out and have some fun.” Louis replied as he kept his eyes glued to the tv and bit down on the inside of his lip, gently chewing on it a few times as Zayn nodded.
“Yeh…Make sure he has a good time.” Zayn said as he looked back at the tv and flickered his eyes around the screen.
“Hopefully his girlfriend can do that for him, but I’ll do my best.” Louis replied right as Harry came out of his room in a suit of his own, a forced smile placed on his face as he approached Louis.
“Ready, mate?” Louis asked with a beaming smile as he turned to Harry and cocked his eyebrow.
“I guess.” Harry mumbled with another forced half-smile, but his eyes were frowning.
Ever since he helped you out a week ago, he had been depressed again. He couldn’t shake the thought that you still loved him.
When you said the words, they stuck with him and he didn’t want to believe that you two were really over, but he knew that he had to leave it alone because he knew it wouldn’t change anything.
You were drunk and didn’t know what you were saying, but he wished that you had meant them. He wanted you to mean them with everything in his soul.
“Let’s get to it, then.” Louis chimed as he slapped Harry’s shoulder and waved to their friends before they walked out the door and got into Harry’s Range Rover.
“Is your girlfriend meeting us there?” Louis asked as he buckled his seat belt and unbuttoned his Burberry jacket as Harry slid in and did the same.
“Yeah. She’s already at the gallery.” Harry replied as he cranked the Rover and put it in reverse, backing out of the driveway.
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“That’s so fascinating…Isn’t that fascinating, Harry?” Harry’s girlfriend asked with a sweet, intrigued smile as Harry smiled down at her and nodded.
“Yeah, very fascinating.” Harry replied as she blushed and got on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
Harry loved art galleries, but of course, everything reminded him of you. This very gallery is where he took you on your first date with him, so the significance of it lingered with him as they walked around, looking at all of the new pieces that had just come to the exhibit.
Louis had wandered off to mingle and chat with other buyers, trying to get their opinions on certain pieces that he had shown an interest in, so Harry was left to his own devices to entertain his date.
He was in no mood for it right now though. He couldn’t get you off of his mind, so it made listening to her difficult when she would talk to him about a certain art piece or just try to flirt with him.
Harry’s phone buzzed in his pocket as his girlfriend wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close and he smiled down at her as he reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out.
He didn’t look at the caller I.D. before answering, so to say hearing your voice on the other end of the was a shock for him, was an understatement.
“Hello?” Harry said as he rested his chin on the top of his date’s head and smiled as she nuzzled her face into his neck, lightly kissing it for a moment then looking up at him.
“Harry? Oh, thank God.” you said frantically on the other end of the line as you paced back and forth, shaking.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he said, “Jasmijn?…What’s wrong?” and he let go of his date and held up his index finger, silently telling her to just give him a minute as he walked away from her.
He walked out the door of the gallery as you replied, “My breaks stopped working on my car and I was swerving and I like went off the road and hit pole…Harry, I was so scared.”
Harry’s eyes widened as he said worriedly, “Are you alright? Are you hurt? Are--”
You cut him off, nodding as you replied, “Yeah Harry, I’m fine. I just…I just really need a ride or something. I’m a nervous wreck, Haz…I didn’t know who else to call. I’m sorry.” and tears sprang to your eyes as you shook, still freaked out by the whole incident.
“Umm, ok. Where are you?” Harry asked as you looked around and found the nearest sigh and told him where before he hung up and went back inside.
“What’s wrong?” Louis asked as he approached Harry and grabbed his arm.
“I have to go. Jasmijn got into a car accident. She’s fine, but she needs me to give her a ride home…she sounded really scared on the phone.” Harry said with a frown as he started walking away from Louis, but Louis took a tighter hold of his arm and stopped him.
“Harry, I know she genuinely needs you right now, but you can’t keep doing this to yourself…You need to let go sometime, mate. She’s got you wrapped around her little finger and I’m tired of seeing her do this to you…Just think about it.” Louis mumbled as Harry’s date came up to them and smiled as Harry looked over at her and softened his gaze.
“Where ya going, babe?” she asked as Louis let go of Harry’s arm and he turned to her and gave her an extremely apologetic smile.
“A friend of mine needs a ride home. I’m sorry, but I have to go get her.” Harry replied as he pressed a kiss into her forehead and she rolled her eyes as she pushed him away.
“It’s Jasmijn again, isn’t it? God, Harry. This is like the third time you’ve left me somewhere to go get her…She takes you for granted, you know…Whatever, I’m done. I can’t be your second choice anymore. I’m sorry.” she said as she held up her hands and walked away from him, not even wanting an explanation as Harry stared after her in shock, his eyes widening as she pushed through the crowd of people.
Louis sighed as he turned back to look at Harry and said, “Well mate, you can either go after her or you can go to Jasmijn…Your decision, but just know that if you walk out of here, that girl won’t ever take you back…”
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You paced back and forth in front of your car as you wrung your hands, trying to be patient, but you were starting to get scared that Harry might not even show up now.
It was taking him forever to get there and you were scared. It was already dark out and the whole situation just had you completely shaken up.
You didn’t lie on the phone. Your breaks really did stop working and you did run into a pole, but a part of you was nervous that he might not believe that and think this was just some ploy to get him to come to you.
That wasn’t the case this time, though. You weren’t drunk and you weren’t trying to pull anything. You just needed him because he was the one person in the world who you knew cared about you and what happens to you. He was everything you had ever wanted in someone and more…
A wave of relief washed over you when you saw Harry’s Range Rover pulling up to you and as soon as Harry stepped out, you ran over to him and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in close as he snaked his arms around your waist and said, “I’m here. It’s ok.”
His voice made tears come to your eyes as you nuzzled your face into his neck and cried as he lifted you off the ground a bit and stroked your hair, only making you feel even worse about what you had been doing to him.
He genuinely cared about you and you had been so horrible to him by getting drunk all the time and calling him to come get you because you wanted his attention. You wanted to keep him coming back to you, even though you knew it was dead wrong. He was so caring and it made you feel so low that you couldn’t even be classified as existing.
“Shhhh…shhhhh you’re alright. Calm down, babe.” Harry whispered as you continued crying and pulled your face out of his neck.
“I’m so sorry if I ruined your night. I really didn’t know who else to call. I’m sorry.” you whispered as he wiped at your eyes and smiled at you, making your heart flutter as he closed his eyes and kissed your forehead.
“You didn’t ruin my night.” he replied as he opened his eyes and looked back down at you, smiling even bigger and making his dimples pop.
You trailed your eyes down his frame as you took a step back and looked at his perfectly fitting suit, feeling terrible all over again because he looked so sharp and handsome, so you knew he was somewhere important when you called him.
“Yes, I did. Why are you wearing that?” you asked as you looked back up into his eyes and let out a strained cry as you wiped at your eyes and he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down at his suit and sighed.
He drew his eyes back up as he put his hands into his pockets and said, “I was at the gallery with Louis and…”
He trailed off as your heart sunk and you nodded as you wiped at your eyes again and said, “Your girlfriend.” before closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath.
“Yeah…” he replied, biting down on his lip as he looked down at the ground and took a few steps towards you.
A few more tears streamed down your cheeks as you opened your eyes again and looked up at him before saying, “Can you take me home now?”
He nodded as he looked back up at you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders to walk you back to his Range Rover.
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“Thanks for rescuing me.” you said softly with a smile as Harry pulled back your covers for you and you climbed in as he sat down on your bed and smiled.
“You’re welcome.” he replied as he looked at you for a moment and then reached up to brush your cheek with his thumb as you held your breath, his touch making your heart stop.
Pain ripped through your heart as he leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead and tears came to your eyes again as he pulled away and stood up.
“I guess I’ll get outta here so you can sleep…I’m so happy that you’re alright…Don’t really know what I’d do if anything happened to you.” he admitted with a small, shy smile as he gave you one more look and started walking towards your door.
You couldn’t do this to him anymore. You had to let him go because this hurt too much. He was always there for you and you just always took it for granted. You had to tell him to stop being so good to you…
You squeezed your eyes shut as you said so lightly, it was almost a whisper, “Harry, stop letting me do this to you…” and you opened your eyes back up as Harry turned back around to face you.
He stood in the doorway of your room with his eyes fixed on yours, just staring at you as you stared back, your heart beating erratically as his eyes softened and he whispered, “I can’t.”
Your chin quivered as you sat up and replied, “You have to and I have to let you go…I’m ruining your life and it’s not good for either one of us. Just stop letting me pull you in.”
He didn’t say anything as he walked back over to your bed and reached down to grab your hand and you tried to pull it away, but he didn’t let you.
“I can’t do this to you anymore. I have to stop getting you come to me when I want you to…It’s wrong. You’ve moved on and I need to just let you be happy with her.” you said brokenly as he sat back down on your bed and gently pulled you towards him, by your arm.
“First of all, we broke up and second, I don’t want to stop you because I like being that one person that you go to when you’re in a mess…I wanna be there for you, no matter what…I want you to pull me in because it shows me that you care for me more than you’ll ever admit to…” Harry rambled as he pulled you closer and pressed his palm into your cheek, his eyes full of begging as you stared at him in shock.
He actually wanted things this way? He wanted you to keep calling him back, the way that you always did? Yes, he really did…
“Why did you break up?” you asked as you searched his face, your eyes wide in disbelief as he combed his fingers through your hair and pulled you closer to him, making one of your hands press down onto his thigh as he looked into your eyes.
He smiled slightly and said, “Because I kept choosing you over her.” and he leaned in closer to your face to brush his lips lightly on yours once as you swallowed hard and watched his eyes flutter closed.
Your heart fluttered again as he breathed out lightly onto your lips and you whispered, “Harry, I can’t do this to you anymore…You deserve so much better.” and he brushed your lips again as he let out a small sigh.
He waited a moment, taking in the way your heart was thrumming against his chest before finally replying, “No one’s better than you.” and you sucked in a sharp breath as he parted his lips and latched onto yours, kissing you lightly as he moved his hands down your waist.
He hadn’t kissed you in months (that you knew of) so when his soft lips moved slowly on yours, you couldn’t stop the room from spinning.
He was always so sweet and gentle with you, practically all consuming every time he had ever kissed you. He would just dive right in and give you kisses that were full of love and truth and he never held back his heart when he would kiss you this way. He never tried to be anything other than himself with you and the one standing fact about himself was that he was completely head over heels in love with you. He always would be…
Feeling him again was almost too overwhelming to bear as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, a huge sigh of relief coming from him as he deepened the kiss and realized that you weren’t going to push him off.
This is what he had wanted for so long and now that it was happening, happiness flooded his soul. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen after this, but at this point, he didn’t care. He just wanted to feel you again…
You moaned lightly as he quickly pushed you down so your back was flat against the bed, his heart beating a mile a minute as he pulled away from you and got off the bed, shrugging his blazer off and loosening his tie before pulling that off too and kicking off his shoes.
You couldn’t wait any longer because you wanted him just as badly, so you got off of the bed and reached for his white button up and tugged on the bottom of it to un-tuck it as his lips found yours again and he kissed you fervently as you started unbuttoning his shirt and got all of them undone before he pulled it off, his soft, smooth torso now completely exposed.
You whimpered loudly as you fumbled with the buckle of his pants, your hands shaking so badly with nerves as he started kissing your neck and tugging on your hips, wanting to feel you just as much.
When you finally got his pants off, he was quick to strip you down and pick you up, laying you back down onto the bed as he kissed you deeply and groaned as he entered you, your eyes fluttering closed as your heartbeat accelerated.
You couldn’t believe that this was actually happening, but you also didn’t know what was going to happen after this. What did this mean? Did it mean that you were back together now? You weren’t sure, but in this moment, you were so happy you couldn’t be bothered to care about tomorrow.
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Harry woke up to the sound of the blender coming from the kitchen and he smiled to himself as he closed his eyes again and reminisced about last night. He was so happy that you let him be intimate with you again that he didn’t even mind that he had woken up in an empty bed.
When the blender shut off, he sat up and rubbed his eyes and looked around your room, smiling to himself again as you walked into the room, holding a fruit smoothie that you made for yourself.
You hadn’t even noticed he was awake as you walked further into your room and flipped through the pile of mail that you just retrieved from the box before walking in and you were humming lightly to yourself as you took a sip of your smoothie and sat down in your desk chair.
Harry watched you open a few letters, still smiling to himself as you read them and then you set them down and rubbed your face before swiveling around and giggling in shock.
“Oh! I didn’t even know you were up yet.” you said as you got up and walked over to the bed, climbing on it to crawl towards him.
He chuckled as he replied, “I’m just quiet.” and you smiled as he pressed his hand to your cheek and caressed it.
“Is that so?…My neighbors beg to differ. According to them, you’re anything but quiet.” you said with a smirk as he bit back another chuckle and you fluttered your eyes closed before grabbing a hold of his lips with yours and kissing him.
He sighed as he pulled back and then pecked you once more before saying, “Jasmijn, what does all of this mean? Like, are we together now?…Because I really wanna be with you.”
You had thought about the same exact thing all morning and had come to the solid conclusion that…
“Yes. If you wanna be back together, then that’s what I want, too…No more games, no more making you come to me, no more making you miserable…I just wanna be with you.” you replied as you reached up and cupped his face in your hands, smiling as his eyes lit up and he leaned forward and kissed you again as you sighed.
You knew that he would keep coming back to you, but you wanted it to be for the right reasons, from now on. You wanted him and now you knew that he only wanted you, so you were happy to be back with him. You loved him more than anything, just as he did you…