Harry Styles Oneshots

Chasing sunsets

The sun was setting over the edge of the ocean, casting a warm, golden glow across the quiet beach. The waves lapped softly at the shore, their rhythmic sound almost like a lullaby. The air was crisp, just cool enough to send a shiver up your spine as you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, but the warmth of the evening sun was still a comforting contrast to the chill.

You had always loved sunsets. There was something about them—the way they made you feel like the world was holding its breath, like anything was possible as the sky slowly turned from golden to fiery red to deep purple. It was as if the day was telling you that no matter how it had started, it could end beautifully.

But tonight's sunset felt different.

Tonight, the sky wasn't the only thing changing.

You had come to this beach to clear your head. Life had been feeling a little too loud recently. The noise of work, the expectations, the endless messages on your phone—it was overwhelming. So when Harry invited you to join him on a last-minute getaway, you had jumped at the chance.

You had known Harry for years now—through mutual friends, late-night conversations, and the occasional shared trip or concert. But something about this trip felt different. You couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. Maybe it was the way he had been looking at you lately, or maybe it was the way your heart seemed to race every time he smiled. You could feel it, though—a shift. A quiet change in the air between you.

You looked up as Harry walked up to you, his boots sinking slightly into the wet sand. His tousled curls framed his face, the dying sunlight casting a warm halo around him. He was wearing a loose, oversized sweater and a pair of faded jeans, and his expression was soft—almost as if he was holding back something.

He stopped a few feet away from you, his eyes following the horizon.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, his voice low and calm, almost like he was speaking to himself more than to you.

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from the way the sky seemed to stretch forever. "Yeah... there's something about sunsets. They make everything feel peaceful, like all the chaos from the day is just... gone."

Harry glanced at you then, his eyes darkening slightly as if he was looking at you for the first time, really looking. His lips quirked into that half-smile you had come to recognize—playful, yet somehow tender.

"You're not wrong," he said softly, taking a few more steps toward you, closing the distance. "It's like the world resets, doesn't it?"

You nodded again, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. You could hear the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks further down the beach. The moment was quiet, comfortable. But there was an undercurrent between you two—something unspoken that hummed softly in the air.

"Y/N," Harry's voice broke the silence, and you turned to face him. He was closer now, close enough that you could feel the heat from his body even with the cool evening breeze. "Can I ask you something?"

Your heart skipped a beat. He was looking at you in a way that made you nervous, made your chest tighten in the best and worst way.

"Sure," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, though you could feel the nerves bubbling up.

Harry hesitated for a moment, like he was choosing his words carefully. Then, he looked directly into your eyes.

"Have you ever felt like you're standing at the edge of something... important, but you don't know whether to step off or turn back?"

You blinked, a little taken aback by the sudden intensity in his voice. The question hung in the air between you like a delicate thread. His gaze never wavered, and for the first time, you wondered if maybe he wasn't just talking about life in general. Maybe, just maybe, he was talking about you.

"I guess I have," you said slowly, your voice quieter now. "It's that feeling like you're on the edge of something big, but you're not sure if it's something you should go after, or something that's better left behind."

Harry's lips parted slightly, like he was about to say something else, but then, without warning, he took a step closer to you. His eyes searched yours for a long, heavy moment before he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was soft, almost reverent, and the simple gesture made your heart race in your chest.

"I feel like I'm standing on that edge right now," Harry whispered, his voice low and vulnerable in a way you hadn't expected. "I've been wanting to say something for a while, but I didn't know how."

Your breath caught in your throat. You could feel the heat of his words and the proximity between you growing. You wanted to ask him what he meant, but the question got lost in your chest as his eyes flickered down to your lips.

Before you could say anything, he took another step closer, closing the space between you. His hand reached for yours, fingers brushing lightly against your skin. The touch was electric, sending a shiver through you, and you found yourself leaning in slightly, almost instinctively.

"Harry..." you whispered, but it was barely audible against the sound of your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

And then, before you could second-guess yourself, Harry's lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft at first—tentative, like he was waiting for a signal from you to let him know it was okay. But it didn't take long for that initial hesitation to fade. His hand cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

You kissed him back, your fingers threading through his curls, your breath mingling with his. Everything around you seemed to fade—the ocean, the sunset, the world itself—until all that mattered was him, his touch, the warmth of his body against yours. For the first time, you felt like you weren't standing on the edge anymore. You had stepped off, and you weren't sure where it was leading, but you didn't care.

When you pulled away, both of you breathing a little more heavily, Harry rested his forehead against yours. His eyes were closed, but you could feel the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I don't know what this is yet," Harry murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "But I know I want to find out with you."

You smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest. "I think I'd like that too."

Harry's eyes opened then, and there was something in them that made your chest tighten. It wasn't just desire—it was more. It was real, the kind of thing that felt like it could last longer than a sunset.

And in that moment, you both knew: whatever was coming next, you were ready to chase it together.