Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
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Harry and Y/N have been friends for a couple months now.
It all happened when they accidentality bumped into each other on their campus coffee shop, and then met again later in a class they shared that same day.
Ever since then, they've been inseparable. They spent almost every day together in some way. Whether it be having a movie night at her place, or Facetiming to do homework together, they were always in touch somehow.
It just so happened to be one of those movie nights. Y/N was stretched out across her couch with her feet in Harry's lap. He was rubbing circles into the fabric of her sweatpants over her shin.
She felt her heart flutter in her chest. Of course, she liked Harry. Who didn't? He's extremely attractive and one of the most respectful men she's ever met. Y/N didn't know much about Harry's romantic, or sexual, life. She figures he didn't have a girlfriend, but that didn't stop her from wondering what he did in his time apart from her.
She knew Harry was way out of her league and felt lucky just to have him in her life as her best friend. She shook her head slightly and turned back to the movie.
The scene that was currently flashing across the screen was quite...intimate.
It was always awkward to watch sex scenes with other people, especially if those people were incredibly attractive and you have had some thoughts revolving around the same topic.
Harry gulped and shifted uncomfortably. He was very flustered and hoped Y/N didn't notice. He had never kissed anyone, let alone been touched in that kind of way.
It made him a bit sad that he had no experience. No one wants to be with someone that doesn't know what they're doing. He felt lonely and hopeless.
It didn't help that girls, and even some boys, always flocked after him. He was disappointed he couldn't give them what they wanted. But he didn't care that much, because he wanted his firsts to be meaningful.
He shifted his gaze over to Y/N and noticed her blankly staring at the TV as if she wasn't even paying attention, but completely distracted in her own thoughts.
He let out a small sigh, hoping it would go unnoticed. This immediately caught her attention.
"What are you sighing about?"
He shook his head. "Nothing, in particular, this scene just makes me feel lonely." He shrugged.
She pouted her lips. "Aw, you haven't been getting any lately?" She joked.
He stifled a laugh, "Like I ever got any in the first place."
She furrowed her brows. "Yeah, like I believe that."
He blinked at her. "I'm serious."
"Well, how long has it been?"
He stared at her, avoiding her gaze. It's not that he cared that she knew, but he didn't want her to think differently about him. He liked her more than he cared to admit. More than he's liked anyone in a long time.
"You're a virgin?"
He slowly nodded his head.
"Oh..."
She didn't know what to say. She hadn't expected that.
"I mean, I know virginity isn't that big of a deal, but I just wanted-"
"Harry. You don't have to explain yourself to me."
"Ok..." He said slowly. He didn't know what else to say. He just wanted to bury his face in his hands and hide from the awkwardness of this situation.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, H." She sat up and put her hand on his knee. "I think it's sweet that you're waiting for the right person. I wish I did."
He felt a blush creep up his cheeks at the mention of the right person. How was he supposed to tell her that she was that person?
"Have you ever met someone you thought was special enough for you?"
He pondered on that question for a moment. Of course, there have been girls before Y/N that he had maybe thought about, but none of them came close to her.
"Yeah."
"Oh?"
"I don't think she feels the same, though."
"That's a shame. You're fucking awesome."
He laughed at this. He felt something come over him, giving him a confidence he didn't know he had.
"I don't know how I should tell her. What do you think I should do?"
She felt jealous of whoever this mysterious person was, but she wasn't going to sabotage her best friend's love life.
"Just tell her...she's beautiful and...I don't know. Maybe just tell her how you feel and then ask for a kiss. I really don't know, I'm not the best at romantic advice."
He nodded his head and turned his body completely facing her.
"Y/N?"
"Yes?"
"You're so fucking beautiful. Every time I look at you, you take my breath away. You're so fucking smart and funny and passionate. I've had a crush on you since I met you at that stupid coffee shop, and I really wanna kiss you right now."
Y/N felt the breath leave her lungs. She had tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Harry..." She whispered.
He cupped her jaw with his hand. He stared in her eyes for what felt like hours.
"Can I please kiss you?" He asked quietly.
"Harry, are you sure? I don't want to be your first kiss if you'll regret it."
"I could never regret this in my life. I've been thinking about this moment for months. Please, Y/N."
Without hesitating, she crashed her lips against his. Clutching his biceps, she captured his bottom lip between hers. His lips moved against hers slightly, not really knowing what to do, but he still felt heavenly. This was unlike any kiss she has ever felt in her life. She felt fireworks going off in her stomach. Her lips felt like they were on fire.
She nibbled on his bottom lip slightly, and he let his lips fall open a bit. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip before she opened up a bit wider, allowing her to slip her tongue inside. She moved her hands up his arms, sliding up his neck, and threading them into the hair at the nape of his neck. He let one hand fall to her waist and the other rest on the back of her neck, pulling her further into him.
Their tongues mashed together slowly. He let out a moan at the feeling of her suckling on his tongue. They slowed down a lot from their heavy momentum, getting lost in the taste of each other.
She regretfully pulled away after minutes of making out. She rested her forehead against his, breathing out puffs of against his mouth.
"I like you too, Harry."
"Well, I would hope so. You just had your tongue down my throat."
Y/N rolled her eyes and went back in for another kiss.
