"Okay you know what, why did you even get your own froyo if you were going to eat all of mine anyway?" She sassed at him.
Dipping his spoon in her cup, he used his left hand to grab at her waist, "Your's taste like your lips." he argued, wriggling his eyebrows at her.
Her lips wrapped around the spoon in his hand, emptying it of all its content. "Nice save Styles."
She giggled.
"Thank you love. Now I believe you took something that was mine." He mumbled before pressing his lips to hers in a chaste and sweet kiss.
She hummed in content before sighing at the lack of contact when he pulled away.
"I love you H." She confessed, wrapping her arms around his neck. He couldn't help but to pull her closer, needing to hold her desperately.
"God I love you so much more beautiful." He smiled into her hair, wishing this moment could last forever.
New York in August.
It had been a tradition for the past three years, that's where they had met so it seemed appropriate.
They recognized a passion and intensity in each other that nobody else had seen. That's why they were so good together.
That night they walked the streets of New York City until three am.
Hands swinging side by side, fingers intertwining every now and then, fiery kisses stolen in every corner of every street, Harry twirling her around and pulling her to him immediately after. He lost himself in her Egyptian blue eyes while she swam around in his piercing green ones. They loved each other more than anything.
They walked side by side, arms laced with each other's to their hotel room. Harry woke up to an empty spot in bed. His eyes settled on girl gazing over NYC, standing on the balcony in the white dress shirt he had worn the night before.
He snaked his arms around her waist pressing a kiss to her neck, earning a hum of approval. Her hands settled on his arms as they watched the daylight decorate the Big Apple.
No words were spoken as they melted in each other's warmth. They both knew how they felt about each other, how nothing could ever break this.
August 5th, 2025.
Y/n's pov
"So there's something I want to talk to you about...". She looked up at him with a smile and offered a nod for him to go on. "I was thinking you know, this is our fifth date, so I'd like to think it's going good between us. I just think that I'm ready to make things official and I was wondering if you'd be comfortable with that."
She wanted to say yes. She wanted to say 'I'd be comfortable with that', she wanted to give him what he deserved, but he wasn't Harry. She didn't want to give herself to him like that, not when she knew who she really belonged to.
So, she bats her eyelashes, swallows and reaches for his hand.
"Let me think about it?"
He purses his lips, enveloping his hand with her's.
"Absolutely. Take all the time you need."
I might need forever.
"Thank you."
August 10th, 2025.
"Harry, you're on in five." He nodded in direction of the door, the stage manager closing it.
"I can't wait to see you either babygirl." He cooed at his phone. "Just come over straight after okay? I love you." She beamed.
"Of course, see you then." He hung up, setting his phone down. He didn't love her. He never said it back. She never noticed.
He had been more selfish than y/n. He couldn't take the pain so he found a distraction, her name was Lea. He felt guilty because he knew it wasn't fair to her. Every time he looked into her eyes, he saw y/n, every time he held her hand he felt y/n and let go of it, he didn't like that he could feel a part of him radiating onto her that strongly, she wasn't worthy of that.
That's what y/n is. A part of Harry. A part of him he can't and won't let go of. He would never be ready or willing to. He was okay with that. He'd rather keep that part of himself forever than let go of her.
"Our next guest is one of the most successful international artists worldwide and a very very good friend of mine. Please welcome, Harry Styles."
He walked on stage with that awfully sweet smile plastered on his face.
After hugging Ellen, he took a seat, placing one arm on the armrest.
"Hi, how are you? How are you doing?" She questioned him, although she already knew the answer, everybody only ever answered that question one way.
"I'm good, really good actually, thanks. How are you?" He lied.
"Well I'm great too thank you. Uh so, you're doing great right now, the album is coming soon. Can you tell us a little bit about what inspired you to write it, what was like, the source?"
The agony I go through every day that I don't wake up to her body laying beside mine.
"Well, to sum it up, it's kinda like, about a bunch of phases that I've been through lately I guess."
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November 10th, 2024.
"It's better this way. We're doing the right thing." He was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince her.
"Mm, you're right, I know you are. I just- I uhm, never...", she paused clearing her throat of more than just the bile rising in the back of it, "I never thought this would end."
His fists clenched as he looked up at her. He couldn't help but to walk over and kneel before her, setting his ring decorated hands on her thighs.
"Why are you letting me slip away this easily? Please. Don't let me go so easy. Fight for me love." He pleaded with her, begging her to hold on to him, he needed her to save this love.
"Don't you think I want to?" She mumbled, lacing her fingers with his. "How can I let you go?"
"Don't." [Please hold me.]
"I have to." [Don't let go.]
"Why? This is us we're talking about." [Save me.]
"Because if I don't, you won't." [I'll always be yours.]
"I love you." They declared.
You're giving me chills at a hundred degrees. It's better than pills how you put me to sleep. Calling your name, the only language I can speak. Taking my breath, a souvenir that you can keep. Givin' me chills.
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Inspired by Selena's song - Souvenir.
I don't know if I'll be doing a part two😅