Never Enough | Harry Styles

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Harry stumbles into the room and immediately collapses onto the bed, pulling me down with him. We lay there for a few moments, his arms wrapped around me as he whispers in my ear.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you all night, Madi," he slurs. "Please tell me no one took of your bikini."

I turn to face him and laugh, "No harry, I took it off myself".

"Thank fuck, I was about to throw hands". I shake my head, smiling at his drunken antics. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

Harry grins, "You love it." He leans in and kisses me deeply, his hands roaming over my body.

As much as I want to keep things casual between us, I can feel myself starting to develop feelings for him and I can't let it happen. I pull away, my heart racing.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks, looking at me with concern.

"Nothing," I say, trying to push down my emotions. "Let's just...get some sleep."

But as we lie down together, his arms wrapped tightly around me, I can't help but feel like we're crossing a line we can't come back from.

As the sun begins to rise and the room fills with a soft orange glow, Harry stirs next to me, his head pounding from the effects of the alcohol. He groans and reaches for his head, muttering a curse under his breath.

"You okay?" I ask softly, propping myself up on my elbow to look at him.

He lets out a sigh and rubs his temples. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just a bit hungover," he admits, wincing at the pain.

I offer him a sympathetic smile. "I have some aspirin in my bag if you want it."

He nods gratefully and I get up to retrieve the medication. As I hand him the aspirin and a glass of water, he looks up at me with a soft expression.

"Thank you, Madi. You're too good to me," he says, his eyes lingering on mine.

Harry looks at me with a serious expression, "Madi, I need to apologize. I was drunk last night, and I might have said some things that I shouldn't have. I hope I didn't make things weird between us".

I shake my head and give him a small smile. "It's okay, Harry. I know you were just drunk. Don't worry about it".

He looks visibly relieved at my response and pulls me even closer to him, his hand resting on the small of my back. "Okay, good. Friends?" he asks, searching my eyes for any sign of hesitation.

I take a deep breath and nod, trying to keep my feelings in check. "Friends," I respond, feeling a pang of disappointment but also relief.

"So, what are you up to today?" he asks. I shrug "Probably head back home and look over the photos I took from the shoot".

Harry nods in understanding. "Sounds like a productive day. I have to head to the studio myself, but maybe we can catch up later?"

I smile, "Sure, that sounds good. Just let me know."

He stands up from the bed and stretches. "I'll text you," he says, leaning down to give me a gentle kiss on the cheek. I smile and nod, watching as he grabs his phone and heads towards the door.

As he opens the door, he turns back around, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh, and please next time you wear that bikini, make sure I'm there," he says with a grin before walking out of the room, leaving me blushing and biting my lip.

This weekend has been so unexpected, I went from hating Harry to having the best sex of my life. I have always played life so safe; I mean I've had no choice but play it safe... but right now I feel so supported by friends, I feel like I can take risks and step out of my comfort zone.