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can't stay away from you

Anonymous asked:
here's a quote, "I cant seem to stay away from you" 👀👀👀 idk what that plot line would be LOL

Sounds like a good case of older brothers best friend!

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"I can't seem to stay away from you."

The drunken confession was murmured into her neck. The party downstairs was going strong but as the last few happened, he found his way into her room and sitting on her bed as she knit, or studied. This time was different. Walking into her room as she watched a true crime documentary, he crawled into her bed and locked the door like an obedient puppy. He was more drunk than she had seen him, and apparently he was a very cuddly and needy drunk.

It was a stark contrast from his normal behavior. A quiet confidence. Softer, kind, but he kept to himself. He had been a staple at their home as They'd grown up and even come in vacations with them, as their families had grown close. But as they grew, he pulled away from her and didn't go out of his way to hang out with her until recently. Y/N went though a tough breakup and since the end, Harry had been around a lot more often than normal. And that was saying something considering he was usually here at least a few days a week.

Her brows furrowed at his words, her hand carding through the slightly sweaty curls at the back of his head. It confused her.

"Why were you staying away to begin with?" She asked quietly. The fact he had been made her sad, her tranquil peace disturbed and Harry could tell. He lifted his head with his hazy eyes and gave her a pout.

"No. Please, petal... s'not cause you did anything. Didn't want to, but your brother... said I was starin' too much and reminded me That you're off limits and... and I hate that but I..." he let out a breath. "I needed to stay away cause I was so close to jus... doin' this. Wanted to cuddle you, and kiss on you. And he'll be so mad at me, Y/N. But then y'got a boyfriend and it made me so mad." He hissed, grip on her waist tightening as he remembered the sting in his chest when he had seen her hand threaded through the little fucker's when he had come over to a party. It had hurt.

"Made me so fuckin' angry cause he didnt... he doesn't know you like yellow butterflies or you like the blue snow cones. He doesn't know you smell like cinnamon buns in the winter, rose in the spring, coconut in the summer. He doesn't know how y'like to cuddle. I know it. And I want it. It's not fair. I hated him. Had what I wanted." His scowl was evident but the shock of the confession rocked her.

"You... wanted me?" The pounding of music downstairs filled the silence for a moment as her heart pounded in her chest. His nod was the answer, lips sloppily pressed against her cheek to confirm it.

"So bad, Y/N. And I don't like I can stay away anymore. It's gonna cause problems but... want to do this without the excuse of being drunk. Want to cuddle you, touch you, make sure everyone knows you're mine. I can't keep holding it back." He whispered, feeling a bit more sober. "Don't want our first kiss to be while m'tasting like tequila. But if you want me... go out with me tomorrow. Spend the day with me. An all day date... and I'll show you how sorry I am for avoiding this."