Harry Styles One Shots

Scary Movie

Me and my best friend, Harry, were watching a scary movie. I don't remember what it was called, Harry had picked it out.

Something flashed on the screen and I gasped, not being able to scream. I covered my eyes and leaned into Harry. He laughed and wrapped an arm around me.

I was whimpering. "I hate you." That was a lie. I had a massive crush on Harry. I loved him.

Harry only laughed harder. "Its just a movie, babe. You're fine, I'm right here."

His phone rang, and he looked at the caller ID before setting his phone back down and letting it ring. "Who was it?" I asked.

"Louis,"

I laughed. "Haz, call him back."

He whined and groaned. His phone rang again, and he answered it, putting the device to his ear. "Loueh!" He smiled. Harry wrapped his arms around me and I cuddled myself against him. "Hey, man, what's up?" He asked. I paid attention to the movie again. "No, don't even!" He laughed. I placed my head on his chest, my ear where his heart is. It was increasing in speed.

I grabbed the hand that was around me, and brought it around my waist so it was easier to play with his fingers. His heart speed grew faster.

"With all my heart, yes." Harry said. His chest vibrated as he talked. My own heart race increased. What is he talking about?

"No, Lou. I'm having movie night, gotta go." He said.

I played with his index and middle fingers. I intwined our fingers and played with his fingers that way. "Okay, Lou. I promise. Bye," he laughed before hanging up. "What are you doing, little girl?" He asked, giving my hand a squeeze. "Giving myself a distraction from the movie." I mumbled. "I can turn it off?" He suggested. I shook my head, "You've been wanting to see this."

"I'll see it some other time. If you're that scared, I'll turn it off, babe." Before I could answer, he turned off the movie. I frowned and looked at him.

He only gave me a smile and I wanted to slap it from his face.

My stomach rumbled and I sat up. "We still have pizza in the fridge?" I yawned. "Tired?" He smiled. "No, I'm bored."

"We should," he patted my side since his arm was still around me. I got up, pulling my pajama shorts down. I walked to his kitchen and to the refrigerator before opening it and seeing the box of pizza. I took it out, opening it and taking out a cold slice. I put it on a paper plate and put it in the microwave for a minute.

I stood by the counter where the microwave was, waiting for my pizza to finish when I saw hands place themselves on either side of me on the counter.

I placed my hands on his, and lightly ran my long nails on his fingers. My hands were tiny compared to Harry's.

I turned around and he placed his hands on my lower back. I was close already, but he pushed me closer. My breath was caught in my throat as I stared at Harry's dark green eyes. His hands roamed my body and my lips parted. My heart was racing fast, and I couldn't seem to find words. We stared at each other for what felt like hours. The microwave beeped. I should of been scared but I was so lost in Harry's eyes I didn't notice it.

"I love you." He muttered, moving his face closer to mine. We always said I love you. I always thought that he meant it as a friend, but now I don't think that anymore. His face was so close to mine. "I-I love you too." I forced myself to say.

My heart was racing so fast, I felt sick. We were both breathing hard. His breath fanned my lips and I didn't know if this was actually happening. The tv played a loud, scary part but me and Harry ignored it. We didn't flinch, like the microwave.

I could almost feel his lips on mine from how close we were to each other. "What do you want?" He whispered, our eyes locking for a quick moment. "Kiss me." I found myself whispering back. My eyes closed, and his hands trailed up to my cheeks. My hands held his waist and he finally connected our lips.