Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

Treat You Better

Pairing: College!Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Harry doesn't like the fact that your boyfriend is making you cry, and he just wants you to see that he'd treat you the way that you deserve.

Warning(s): angst (?), fluff, dumbass men thinking that them pretending to have no feelings makes people like them more, i guess a bit of a suggestion that sexual things will happen, not edited (sorry!)

A/N: okay so the last time that i posted a fic for the illuminate masterlist was in like... september but here i am, posting a piece for it!!! I didn't include the lyrics this time because i just... didn't want to and i feel like i enjoy writing better when i'm not trying to make it match the lyrics exactly so yeah!!! I hope that everyone enjoys this!!!

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Harry's grown used to a lot of things since he started college. He's used to the stress that comes along with the workload, the late nights that turn into all nighters to get an assignment done, and the fact that he doesn't have classes every single day. He's used to the new coffee that they serve at the café on campus, the mediocre cafeteria meals, and the random dorm checks (which he thankfully no longer has to get because he rents his own apartment now). He's used to a lot of things, and that's something that he's fine with. He'd even say that he's glad he's gotten used to these things.

There's one thing that he's grown used to that he absolutely despises, however, and that's you showing up at his door at ungodly hours of the night with red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks.

Ever since you had started dating that frat boy, you had been increasingly more upset. He could tell that there was something off the very first time that Bradley hurt you and then didn't stay to fix it.

Harry knows that all relationships have arguments, but no relationship should someone sobbing to the point that they can't breathe. Nobody should have to come to their best friend to feel better because their shitty boyfriend won't do it. Nobody should have to go through that, especially not the girl that Harry's in love with.

It hadn't started out that way. When he met you three years ago, you were both clueless freshmen trying to navigate college. There was something about you that drew him to you and ever since the first time that the two of you had talked, you'd been basically attached at the hip.

After spending so much time with you, it was hard to pretend that his feelings weren't developing. At first, he denied them completely, but then Niall came along and told him to stop being so dumb and just admit it, even if only to himself. Once Harry did that, though, you almost immediately started dating Bradley.

It's been torture for him, and that's to put it lightly. He's not only had to watch you be utterly entranced by the frat boy, but also watch you get your heart broken over and over again only for you to go running right back the moment he flashes you his stupidly perfect smile.

When you knock on his door at almost 3 am on Friday night, he's expecting it. He's gone through the same routine with you for months. Bradley drags you to one of his frat parties only to get sloshed and start flirting with every girl at the party. He basically forgets that you exist, yet you still go back to him the very next day.

Harry can't take it anymore. When he opens the door and you immediately wrap your arms around him and bury your head into his chest, he decides that he needs to talk to you about the way that Bradley has been treating you lately. He knows that it could blow up in his face, but even if it does, at least he'll have said his piece.

He pulls you with him as he backs into his apartment. Once you're far enough away from the door so that it can properly shut, he pushes it closed and leads you over to the couch. Before he can say anything, you climb into his lap and wrap your arms around him. He can feel the way your tears are soaking through his flimsy t-shirt, but he could care less right now.

"Y/N?" He coos, running his fingers through your tangled strands of hair to try and calm you down.

"Yeah?" You mumble the word into his chest.

"I don't think you should be with Bradley anymore." He holds his breath as he waits for your response.

After a moment of silence, you sit up and wipe your eyes so that you can clearly see him for a second. "Why?" You sniffle, nudging your nose with your finger, just like Harry does.

"Y/N, you've been coming to me at least twice a week for months absolutely heartbroken because he's a dick to you." He cups your cheek with his hand, rubbing soft circles on the skin with the pads of his fingers. "Listen, I don't want to tell you what to do, but he's not treating you right. There's someone out there that could treat you much better."

"Bradley treats me fine." You defend, although your heart doesn't seem to be in it.

"Love, it's a Friday night and you're crying in my arms while your boyfriend is probably so drunk he can't see straight. That's not fine at all." More tears slide down your face as you nod, lowering your eyes.

"You're right, I know you are. But Harry, he's Bradley. He's in one of the biggest fraternities on campus and every girl wants him in some way. I'm lucky that he chose me." Harry's heart breaks as the words fall from your mouth.

"Listen to me, okay?" He waits for you to nod your head. Once you do, he gives you a small smile before continuing. "You're one of the best people that I know. You're funny and kind and you put everyone before yourself. Bradley is the lucky one."

You nod even though you don't fully believe him.

"Just, let someone show you that you can be treated better." He sighs, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. "Let me show you that you can be treated better."

Without thinking, you lean forward and connect your lips to his. He buries his hand in your hair and holds you as close to him as possible as he molds his mouth with yours. After a few seconds, you pull away, completely breathless. "I'm gonna break up with him." You say as you lean into Harry.

"Good, I can treat you better anyway." A smirk forms on his face as you roll your eyes.

"Then show me." You murmur, your cheeks heating up as you form the words.

There's a devilish glint in his eyes as he hands you your phone. "Text him and tell him you're done."

"Right now?" He nods as you stare at him with wide eyes. "Why?"

"Wanna show you how much better that I can treat you. Need you to be just mine first though." Understanding flashes over your face as you type out the message and hit send.

The moment that Harry knows the message is through, he wraps his arms around your waist and stands up from the couch with you in his arms. "Alright, baby. Let me treat you better."

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