Harry Styles Oneshots

Finally Home

"Finally at home!" Your first thought as you enter your apartment.You take a breath of relief as you lean against the door and close your eyes for a minute.
It was a long day, your boss was in a shitty mood and all you need is a hot bath right now.
You take off your jacket; put your bag beside the little commode in your hallway and enter your little kitchen to make a cup of tea.While the water is boiling you go into your living room and switch some light on for a cozy atmosphere.Something that relax you in the evening.

Suddenly you hear your cell phone ringing. A simple but wonderful piano play, which he recorded for you. You find it in your bag in the hallway.

"Hey!" You say, and automatically you begin to smile.
"Hey!" He says back.
His voice always makes you shiver.
He sounds relax and you can hear a smile in his voice.
"How are you?" He asks.

You walk slowly in the kitchen and pour your tea while you talk to him.
"Oh, I'm fine. How are you? How's Coachella?"
"Amazing, as always!" He laughs. "It's like a big family reunion. Meeting old friends and new people. Good weather, great music. Next time you have to come with me!"
"I will!" You respond and smile.

It's so good to hear him laugh.
You remember that his eyes begin to shine then and he has this cute dimples.

"Honey, what's wrong?" You hear him saying.
"What? ... No, Harry, nothing's wrong!"
He sighs. "OK, what is it? I know you. You can't deny it. I hear it in your voice."
Now it's your turn to sigh. "It's ..." You start.
"Yes?" You hear his soft voice at the other end of the line.
"I don't wanna bother you Harry. You should have a good time over there. Really, everything's fine!" You try to distract.
"No, [Y/N]! Nothing's fine! Please, talk to me!" You can hear him breathing.
He's frustrated.
Of course, you had this conversation before.
You don't wanna get him worried, when he's miles away and not at your side to comfort you.

"Please, honey!" He whispers.
"I had a bad day." You start. "My boss was in a shitty mood today and he treated me like his doormat. I guess all I need is a hot bath and my bed. I'm glad that's weekend tomorrow." You say and then you whisper: "I miss you!"
"Sweetheart! I miss you, too!" He says and you can hear in his voice that he feels sorry for you. "I wish I could be there with you."

You walk in the living room, put your cup of tea at the coffee table and drop yourself on the couch.

"How's the tour planning going?" You try to distract again and try not to cry.
Because you miss him like hell and all the exertion goes away and make you weak or a moment. "Good. Very good. It was a lot of work but I guess we'll be ready at the end of this week." He says.
You both pause again.

"Where are you right now?" He asks and his voice turns into this whispering rasp.
"On my couch. And to answer your next question, I'm still wearing my jeans and shirt. Very unspectacular!" You smiled.
"What a pity!" He smirks. "But that's what I wanted to hear: your laugh!"

"But ... let's say, just hypothetically, if you were here ..." You begin and smirk.
"What would I do with you?" He asks.
"Yeah!" is all you can whisper, looking forward to his response.
"You really wanna know, huh?" He laughs.

"I want to stare at your naked body for hours.
I want to run my hands up and down your entire body until the moment you can't take it any longer and you have to have me.
I want to run my fingers through your hair and bring your lips to mine. And I want to make out with you for hours."

You have to swallow.

"I want to suck on your tongue over and over again. My fingers feel every inch of your entire body. They run in circles, then they repeat. My hands caress your stomach."

You find your hand exactly there where he describe it.

"My eyes look at you up and down. Focus on your eyes so I can stare deeply into them so I'm able to see the depths of your soul."

His eyes ... You miss him so god damn much!

"My fingers begin to intertwine with yours and then I whisper in your ear, "I want to come together as one."

Silent tears running down your cheeks.

"We bring our bodies together and like an instrument coordinate our music together. I want to know your entire body. I want to know what makes it tick, and I want to please you like theirs no tomorrow. Because every moment with you is a moment in complete ecstasy."

...

"Are you still there?" He asks.
"Yes!" You answer but all you can do is to sob this word.
"Honey!" He says upset but with a smile on his face. "No, no! Please don't cry!"
"I'm sorry!" You say, still crying. "But your words ... they were so touching. I miss you Harry! I miss you so much!"

Suddenly the doorbell rings and you jump a bit. "
Is this your doorbell?" He asks.
"Yeah ... yeah. It was." You say confused.
"You don't wanna go and open the door?" He asks.
You don't answer. Still confused.
"[Y/N]?" You hear him asking.
"Yeah, I'm here. Wait a minute. I go to the door."

You stand up, wipe the tears from your face, go to your apartment door and open it.
There he is.
Green eyes smiling at you.

"Hey!" He says.
"What?" You say and new tears find the way down your cheek.
"Oh baby!" He says.
Smiling.
He put his hands around your face, wiping away your tears with his thumbs.
"You don't have to cry. I'm here right now!" He whispers the last words and gives you a gentle kiss.

You hug him and he whispers in your ear: "Should I show you now what I would do with you?"
You look into his eyes again.
These eyes you missed so much.
He's here!
Finally!
"Yes!" You whisper and he follows you inside.