One Direction One Shots 2

Buzz (Harry)

“This is my faaaavorite part!” My friend yelled out as we were sitting in the living room of my apartment, watching The Notebook. As I was cuddled into my blanket, I looked up at the TV and saw Noah and Allie—young and in love—arms wide open at a beach, without a care in the world.

“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.”

Whether it was those words or the bitterness I felt towards the carefree lovebirds I saw on the screen, something inside me burned. I missed my boy. I missed his pink lips and his green eyes. I missed the way he held me so tight that his cologne would rub off on me. But, as usual, his dreams and career always took him to places that kept him everywhere else but near me. Harry never failed to dream big, and so he was inherently always busy dreaming these big dreams and making them come true.

It was a long shot for the both of us to have a consistent conversation with each other because he was so busy and because the differences in our time zones were always in the way. It was always me or him calling just to leave a voicemail, or we’d end up shooting each other random text messages to fall asleep to or wake up to. Something—just anything really, to let the other one know that they were on our mind. Once, he sent me a short clip of him blowing a kiss my way and my heart melted in the chamber of my chest with how much I missed him.

I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone, unable to resist the urge to tell him that my heart was craving him. I scrolled through my phone to his name and texted him:

“I miss you.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Knowing that I was probably not going to get a reply anytime soon, I put my phone back into my pocket, avoiding the temptation to aimlessly stare at my screen until he texted back. I continued to watch the movie, fighting through the throbbing tinge inside me that wanted him curled up next to me watching it with me. My eyes just glazed over the screen until the voices were just mere noises and all I could think about were Harry’s hands—his strong hands and long fingers moving over my skin and leaving his warmth all over me. As I lost myself in these thoughts, I was surprised to feel my phone vibrating in the pocket of my pants. I could feel my heart flutter in my chest because I already knew—it was him.

“Hello, love. I miss you too. More and more every day.”

“Come home to me already.”

“Alright. I’m here.”

“Liar. Lol.”

“Haha you caught me! But you know I would if I could.”

“I know, love. I’m just sitting here trying to watch a movie with the girls and all I can do is think about how much I miss your hands on me.”

There was just so much to miss about him. So much to love. Part of my world was now miles away and I felt every ounce of loneliness poured onto me every time I yearned for him and this time was no different. I wanted him here. I wanted his voice to whisper secrets on my skin and I wanted his hands to tell my body stories. Trying to be as discreet as I could as my friends were heavily immersed in the movie, I texted Harry,

“How bout we play a game? I’ll try to see how long I can go without touching myself right now, so I’m challenging you to make me. Tease me, Harry. If I can’t take it anymore, you win.”