Harry Styles One Shots

Strawberry Milkshake (Short)

Me and my best friend, Sarah, had just left her house to go for a walk. It was the middle of summer, and we didn't want to be in the house all day.

We've been walking around for about an hour, and we were staring to get hot. "I think there's a Becca's store around here." Sarah whispered. Becca's was something like a corner store. I always went there with my mom when I was younger.

"Yeah, its somewhere over here." I pointed to the right of us, and we started walking in that direction. Soon enough, we made it there, and we ran inside. The cool air immediately greeted us and we sighed. It was slightly too cold for me, and goosebumps appeared on my skin. But it felt better than being in that heatwave.

"Y/n! Sarah!" The owner cheered. "Rebecca!" We said in sync. Rebecca Anders is who the store was named after of. It was called something else, but her children had changed it. Becca wasn't exactly young. She was in her mid-70s, and suffering from cancer. She was supposed to die two years ago, but she's still alive and fighting. We ran up to her, and surrounded her in a hug. I don't know what it'd be like if she were to die. It would break my heart.

"I have a new worker, he started yesterday." She rasped. "Well, we'd love to meet him! But, we really need a milkshake." Sarah smiled at the older woman. "Of course! I'll call him down right now." She slowly walked to the back of store while me and Sarah went to the milkshake machine.

She mixed hers, chocolate and vanilla. "I don't understand why you do that." I scrunched my nose. "It tastes good." She shrugged. I filled my cup with a simple strawberry milkshake, and stuck my straw in the lid. "Y/n, Sarah," Becca called. We went to her, thinking she was hurt but we both stopped when we saw a curly headed, green eyed hottie. "This is Harry Styles, he's my new employee." She said.

Me and Sarah were at a loss for words. He smirked at us. "Which one is Sarah?" He asked. I knew she'd be able to win him over, she does with any guy. She waved at him slightly and he looked at her. "You're Sarah?" He asked. She nodded. "I take it you're Y/n then," he smiled at me. God, his smile is perfect.

"U-Uh, yeah." I nodded. "I've known these girls all their lives." Becca said. "I'm gonna go lay down, if you need me, you know where to find me." She waved at us and walked into a room in the store.

"So, are you girls done? I can ring you up." Harry said. We walked to the counter, and he walked behind it. He rung up our shakes, and stared weirdly at Sarah's see through cup. "What'd you do to it?" He asked. "I mixed it. Chocolate and vanilla." She smiled proudly. He gave a small smile back, and told us the amount we had to pay. We shared our money, and paid that way. I grabbed my milkshake, and we went to leave, but Becca called me over. I looked back to see Harry was gone and Sarah was looking at me.

"Yes, Becca?" I called. "Come here for a second!" She coughed. "Sarah can stay in here until you're done, I need to talk to you."

I shrugged my shoulders to Sarah when she looked at me, questiongly, and walked to the room Becca was in.

I opened the door to see Harry on her bed, playing with his fingers. I closed the door, and looked at Becca.

She came to me and whispered, "I talk about you a lot to Harry, just talk to him." And she walked out. "Where's Y/n?" I heard Sarah ask.

"She's cleaning something for me. Come here, child, help me arrange these new shipments."

I bit my lip, and looked down. The tension was thick, almost suffocating. My heart was racing fast, my breathing picking up.

"Y/n, right?" He spoke first. I looked at him. "So where's Harry?" Sarah's voice was faint. "He went on his break." Becca replied.

I saw Harry roll his eyes. "I don't like her."

"Who, Sarah?"

"Yes. She has this vibe I don't like. Stuck up." He shrugged. "She's my best friend." I defended. He stood up, and walked to me. I stumbled backwards, until I was pressed against the wooden door. Becca said it was because if something happened to her, she could yell and wed easily hear it.

"There's always two friends, one is always hotter than the other." He whispered agaisnt my neck.

I remembered my milkshake, and when I managed to look down, I saw I was still grabbing it. My throat was dry, so I quickly took a long sip before putting it down. Harry smirked at me.

"Do I make you nervous?" He breathed against my neck. I didn't answer. I couldn't. "Answer me kitten."

"Yes." I whimpered. He smirked again and pulled back to stare into my eyes. He cupped my cheeks and smiled. "You shouldn't be nervous, Y/n."

His lips were inching closer to mine. "Kiss me." I whispered. He obeyed and softly pressed his lips to mine. My stomach sent crazy.

He kept our lips still. He didn't move them, and nierher did I. He had soft lips.

My bottom lip was caught between his, and he began to move our lips together. He went slow and it was agonizing. He tasted like watermelon, like the airhead candy.

He stilled our lips once more and pulled away. I gasped at the lack of contact and stared in his dark green eyes.

"Strawberry, love it." He smiled. I smiled too, and giggled when he connected our lips again.