Harry Styles One Shots

Stressful*

I opened the door to mine and Harry's shared house, feeling the weight of the day settle onto my shoulders. Work had been a whirlwind. First, I'd been running late because Harry wouldn't let me out of bed this morning. He was so damn cute, all sleepy-eyed and demanding cuddles. How was I supposed to resist?

Then, my boss had me scrambling because the paperwork I'd submitted was all wrong. So, I spent what felt like hours making calls to track down the right documents, praying I'd make it in time.

Finally, I managed to get the right forms, but I had to drive across town to the other office just to make sure everything was in order before the deadline. All the while, I was answering questions from the interns, managing a dozen other calls, and trying to keep my boss calm, even though I was freaking out on the inside.

And, of course, I did all of this without my coffee. I'm never running late again—no matter what. I told myself the last time I was late that it would never happen again, yet here I was, late once more.

All I wanted now was to eat dinner, cuddle with Harry, watch a movie, and maybe get him to give me a neck massage. His hands were like magic, always able to work out the tension that I carried.

I slipped off my heels, relieved to be free of the torture they'd put me through all day, and folded my jacket over the cabinet near the door. "Babe?" I whined, hoping he'd hear me and come for a hug. When he didn't respond, I padded through the house, looking for him.

I rounded the corner into the kitchen and found Harry standing over the stove. The sight of him there, doing something thoughtful, made me smile despite the exhaustion clinging to me.

The kitchen was a little messy, with a sink full of dishes, but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was that Harry was cooking us dinner, and that was exactly what I needed after the day I'd had.

He was wearing a black t-shirt and sweats, his hair damp like he'd just taken a shower. I noticed the earbuds in his ears—he'd probably just returned from the studio. Lately, he'd been so busy with the band, and while I loved hearing him talk about it, I couldn't help but miss him. We hadn't gotten much time together recently. Some nights, I'd come home late and find him already asleep, and other nights, it was the opposite.

A small smile crept onto my face as I realized that tonight, we might actually get some time together.

I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head against his back. He let out a soft chuckle, and I could feel it vibrate through me. He turned off the stove, then placed one of his hands over mine, turning around to face me.

There it was. That smile. The one that made everything feel right in the world. No matter how my day had gone or how I was feeling, that smile would always make me feel better.

I smiled back, standing on my tiptoes to brush our noses together, then quickly pressed my lips to his in a soft, quick kiss.

"I haven't seen you all day, and that's all I get?" Harry teased, his voice light and playful. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.

I shook my head, a grin spreading across my face, before leaning in to kiss him again—this time, a kiss that lingered longer, deeper.

His lips were insistent, and I melted into him, losing track of everything else. The hunger in his kiss matched my own, and when I tried to pull away to take a breath, his hand immediately pressed against the back of my head, keeping me close.

The kiss turned more desperate, more hungry. His tongue brushed against my lower lip, begging for access. I didn't deny him, parting my lips slightly, and he immediately deepened the kiss, exploring my mouth with his own.