An One Direction One-Shot Collection! ♥

One-Shot #9: Bonfire Love ♥

"C'mon, babe!"

"No, Harry."

"Baby, please!"

You turn around, Harry's arms wrapped around your waist, and look up into his pleading eyes. "We can be there for only an hour! We don't have to stay the whole time. C'mon, love." He whispers into your ear, his nose nudging your neck.

You let out a sigh.

"Fine, Harold. We can go for a while." You give in, not being able to say no to his completely adorable puppy eyes and pout.

"Yay! I'll let you get ready, be back in a bit." He exclaims, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug before running out the door and down the hall to his hotel room.

You shake your head, laughing at his reaction and head to the bathroom to start getting ready.

* *

"Harry, I'm scared." You confess, looking down.

"Look at me love." He steps into your hotel room and silently closes the door behind him.

He puts a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.

"No matter what happens, it'll be okay. Nothing will hurt me or you. I won't let that happen. We have each other and that's all that matters." He leans down and you feel his lips brush against yours.

"Okay?" He asks, pulling back a little to look into your eyes.

You close your eyes, breathe in and nod, placing your forehead on his.

Harry nods back and gives you one of his reassuring kisses, his hands slowly rubbing your sides comfortably.

* *

Looking out of the van window, you spot the bonfire already going but you can't hear anything other than the ear-piercing screams of the fans being held back at the edges of the beach by mere wooden barricades.

The familiar uneasy feeling that you would always feel when going out with Harry or the boys creeped into your stomach.

Harry seemed to notice and held your hand, gently giving it a squeeze.

"You can do this, hun. " He smiled.

"You is kind. You is smart. You is important." He grinned, letting his dimple show.

You laugh and nod, indicating that you were ready to get out of the van.

The door slid open and the already loud yelling from the fans exploded into even higher pitched screams when they realized that it was Harry Styles, making your ears ring.

Sometimes you really feared for your poor ear drums.

You try keeping yourself calm and collected, squeezing Harry's hand to make sure it couldn't accidentally fall from your grip.

You see Paul walking next to you with blankets and a picnic basket.

You're not quite sure why because Harry said it was going to be a party type of thing.

You turn to look at him and see him waving at the crowd, heading to the barricades.

You start panicking and lightly tug on his hand.

He turns around and smiles at you.

"It'll be okay. Paul is close-by." You keep repeating in your head.

Before you know it, you've reached the fans and that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach feels like it shot up into your throat and you seriously hope you don't get sick in front of everyone.

You quickly look down, self-consciously examining your outfit.

A sky blue, thin-striped, off-the-shoulder dress met your gaze.

A light purple strap was visible on your shoulder from your swimsuit.

"Can we take a picture together?" You hear and you assume it was directed to Harry but when you look up, you find a fan giving you an expectant look.

Turning to look at Harry, he nods and let go of your hand to hug and sign something for a fan with pink in her hair.

"Um, yeah, of course." You nod at the fan, already extending her camera.

Fans around see and start asking you for pictures, signatures and handing you paper slips with twitter users and small, homemade books.

You take them all, attempting not to drop anything.

* *

"I'm proud of you." Harry lets you know, pulling you onto his lap and hugging you tightly.

"I'm so proud of you, love. You handled that incredibly well." He continues.

You can't help but hug him back as tightly as you possibly can.

"Thank you, Harold." You playfully respond, a goofy grin on your face.

After the little impromptu signing, Harry had walked you halfway down the beach, you trying immensely hard not to trip in the sand and land in your face in front of everyone.

He directed you to a canopy that had thick  black curtains attached to the top so they fell down and created an enclosed area which couldn't be seen into thanks to the curtains. Only the front, which had the view of the ocean, was uncovered, meaning that the fans wouldn't be able to see you but they could still look outside.

The bonfire still vividly roared alive just outside of the canopy.

"Do you believe me now when I say that you can do anything? That you're brave and strong enough for anything if you set your heart on it?" Harry asks, breaking the comfortable silence you had fallen into.

"Yeah, I do. I was only able to do that because I knew you were standing next to me the whole time, never leaving me alone throughout it all." You tell him, running a hand through his curls and placing the other on his cheek.

"I'll always be right beside you, babe. No matter what's happening or how difficult it may be, I will always stand by your side. Even though what you say or do sometimes affects me in negative ways that neither of us can avoid, I know you didn't mean for it to go that way. Despite everything, I will always support you and care for you." He rambles on, making your heart melt and your eyes tear up.

"Come here." You barely manage to let out before crashing your lips on his.

His hands which were resting on your hips are now tightly placed around your waist, trying to keep your body as close to his as possible.

You pull back, your breathing  uneven.  

"I love you." You say, barely above a whisper as you look into his big green eyes, holding the sides of his face.

"I love you too, babe." He whispers back before pulling you into another round of kisses full of love.

* *

Turns out that there was no such "bonfire party". Harry had arranged a picnic for us at the beach before we had to leave LA for the start of their new tour.

When I asked him why he had gone through the trouble of it all, all he had done was look into my eyes and say "I'll always love you and do anything for you."

AEN:

Heelloooo!

This was actually written for someone very special to me because of special reasons but I figured I could share it with you guys also so, there ya go.

♥ Tumblr link on the external

♥ Harry with an American bandana (?) thingy on his head, yeah...

Happy 4th of July to all my American loves reading this right now.

Kaaay, bye! ♥

Stand tall and proud, 'Muricans.

- A xx