Harry Styles One Shots

Interviews

Harry and I have been dating for almost eight months now, and we went public about four months ago. Since then, our relationship has been very much in the spotlight—not that we've tried to keep it under wraps. I've posted plenty of pictures of us on my Instagram, and we're unapologetically affectionate in public.

The paparazzi have had a field day with us, but we couldn't care less. All that mattered was that we were happy. The fans, though, had mixed reactions at first. Many were surprised, especially since Harry has always been notoriously private about his relationships. Some even speculated it was a publicity stunt. But as time went on, they started warming up to us, and now, we're often dubbed one of the "ultimate couples" in Hollywood. It's flattering, really.

At the moment, I'm sitting backstage during Harry and the boys' final interview of the day. It's been a marathon—they've done five interviews already, and the exhaustion is starting to show. When they're bored and overtired, the mischief level skyrockets.

Earlier, Louis somehow convinced Liam to sneak off to a back room and hide in a closet. Paul spent nearly an hour searching for them, muttering threats under his breath. When he finally found them, he dragged them back, one slung over each shoulder, scolding them like a frazzled dad. Ever since, he's been keeping a hawk-like eye on all five of them, but wrangling this group is no small feat. I'm counting the minutes until this long day is over.

From my spot in the corner, I've noticed that I come up in nearly every interview, which I don't mind. Harry warned me about this from the beginning, so I was prepared. Besides, he always handles those questions with so much charm that I can't help but smile. Every time he talks about us, he glances my way, flashing that dimpled grin that turns my knees to jelly. I try to suppress my blush, but I know it's no use.

This last interview, though, has been particularly amusing. The interviewer seems to have a knack for steering questions about relationships straight to Harry and me.

"So, boys," she began with a mischievous glint in her eye, "what's one quality you'd look for in your perfect girl?"

Liam answered, "She has to be nice," while Louis grinned and said, "Confidence, definitely." Niall added, "Pretty eyes," and Zayn nodded, saying, "Family-oriented."

When it was Harry's turn, he opened his mouth to answer, but the interviewer cut him off with a sly smile. "Actually, Harry, let's make this more interesting. What's the best quality about (Y/N)?"

Harry's cheeks turned a faint pink as he glanced down at his shoes. "There are just too many," he said with a casual shrug before shooting me a quick look that made my heart flutter.

Zayn chimed in with a grin, "Yeah, that's true. (Y/N) is pretty amazing." The rest of the boys nodded in agreement, making me blush even harder.

Then came the inevitable cheeky question: "Who was the last person you kissed?"

The boys exchanged wary glances, silently debating whether or not to answer. Harry, always quick on his feet, stepped in to clarify, "Like, on the lips?"

The interviewer nodded, her smirk growing.

Harry raised his hand to his lips in thought before casually replying, "I kissed (Y/N) right before this interview. And let me tell you—it was a pretty steamy kiss." His eyebrows lifted in playful emphasis as he pointed in my direction.

The entire room erupted into laughter, and I felt my face heat up. Harry had effectively dodged the question for the rest of the boys while also making my blush impossible to hide. Typical.

The interview continued with lighthearted questions until the interviewer hit Harry with a more serious one. "When was the moment you realized you were in love with (Y/N)?"

Harry leaned back slightly, his eyes meeting mine briefly before he turned back to the camera. "Well," he began, his voice softening, "we were sitting in my bedroom watching some random movie she'd picked out. (Y/N) had her arms wrapped around me, her head resting on my chest. She was tracing the tattoos on my skin, and it just hit me—she was it. She was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with."

My heart swelled at his words, and tears welled in my eyes. He'd never told me that before. We'd exchanged "I love yous," but this was the first time I was hearing about the exact moment he knew. And it was only three months into our relationship—I couldn't believe he'd felt that way for so long.

"Mate, you're making her cry," Louis teased, pointing at me. I quickly hid my face behind my hands, embarrassed by the attention.

"Why are you acting so shy?" Niall teased, grinning from ear to ear.

"Because that's who I am!" I shot back, still hiding behind my hands.

"Aw, that's sweet," the interviewer interjected, trying to steer things back on track.

By the time the interview wrapped up, my cheeks were aching from all the smiling, and I couldn't wait to head back to the hotel. Harry walked straight over to me as soon as they were dismissed.

"That was sweet of you," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"It was true," he replied with a small smirk, pulling me close. His green eyes sparkled as he leaned down to kiss me—a gentle, heartfelt kiss that made the chaos of the day melt away.

"Oi!" Liam shouted, breaking the moment. "We're heading out!"

Harry rolled his eyes with a grin. "Let's go," he murmured, planting a quick kiss on my forehead before leading me to the car.

In the Car

After the interviews wrapped, we piled into the van to head back to the hotel. I ended up squished in the middle seat between Harry and Liam because I'm the smallest—an unfortunate consequence of traveling with five grown boys. Louis, Zayn, and Niall were sprawled out in the row in front of us.

"That was such a long day," Zayn groaned, leaning his head back against the seat.

"Tell me about it," Harry agreed, resting his head on my shoulder with a tired sigh. For a brief moment, the car was blissfully quiet.

"Oh my God, but when you made (Y/N) cry!" Louis suddenly cackled, breaking the silence. "That was priceless."

"She was acting so shy," Niall added, turning around in his seat to grin at me.

Rolling my eyes, I smacked both of them lightly on the back of their heads. "Oi! What was that for?" Louis protested, rubbing his head dramatically.

"Stop picking on me," I huffed, trying to keep a straight face.

"But you're smiling! I think you like it when we tease you," Niall teased, wagging a finger at me.

"Shut up," I mumbled, leaning back against the seat with my arms crossed in a pout.

"Aw, not the pout!" Liam chimed in, laughing.

"Guys, seriously, stop picking on my girlfriend," Harry cut in, placing his hand on my thigh and giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Aww, come on, don't ruin the fun," Louis whined, looking over his shoulder at Harry with a smirk.

The teasing continued for most of the drive, with the boys taking turns making little jokes at my expense. But honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. These boys—and their ridiculous antics—have become like a second family to me.

Harry leaned closer, whispering in my ear, "You know they only tease you because they love you, right?"

I glanced up at him with a small smile. "Yeah, I know."

He kissed the top of my head and squeezed my hand. For all the chaos and exhaustion, moments like this made it all worth it.