One Direction One Shots 2

I Want More (Harry)

“Morning love! Off to work early so I’ve left you this, have a good day! Hope to see you later, love you xxx”

I slowly peeled off the sticky note that was attached to a chocolate chip muffin, my favourite. Harry had to be in work early this morning as they had a busy day of various radio/tv interviews.

Harry, Harry Styles as it was, is my best friend. Seventeen years we’ve been together, the 2 amigos and we’re still growing strong. Seeing as we both came from Cheshire, well actually no that’s a lie. I was born in Derbyshire, up north near Manchester but then moved about 15 minutes away to Cheshire when I was one and I lived there ever since, until Harry auditioned for The X Factor.

Even though he didn’t make it through as a solo artist, he did make it through in a five piece band, now under the name of One Direction, the most world famous boy band going. I had never been so proud of him, from growing up with him singing all day everyday to seeing him now perform in front of thousands; no words could express how happy I was.

As I pealed the rapper of my muffin and threw in the trash I headed up to my room to get ready for school. It’s my second year at college and I’m not that much of a good student but Harry helps me with my homework even those he’s worse than me; but at least he tries. Once I finished getting ready I wrote Harry a note and stuck it on the fridge.

“Thanks for the muffin, maybe movie night tonight when I get home?” I looked at the clock and realized I was running late I threw on my jacket and ran out the door. School went by slow today I just wanted to hurry up and get home. Me and Harry lived with each other for quite some time now and I couldn’t ask for a better roommate. Living together made us closer than ever expected. We knew everything about each other.

Quite literally everything, we knew each other like the back of a hand and it’s great when you’re like someone with that.  Knowing you’re the only one that can cheer them up when they’re feeling down, the best feeling ever.

If I was being honest, then yeah I did love Harry. A lot more than he loved me and a lot more than just a best friend, but I knew nothing could come of it and I was quite happy just being his number one girl ‘best friend style’. That was enough to get me by.

But even if he did like me I don’t think a lot of good would come from it. All those fangirls would try to tear me apart for ‘taking him away from them’. It would all be just too crazy. He doesn’t even love me like that so it’s nothing I have to worry about. - I got a text that quickly shook me out of my daze. It was from Harry which made a smile appear on my face. “I got your note and picked 3 movies for tonight and some candy! Can’t wait till you get home. x”

The smile grew bigger and I let out a little giggle. I hit reply and typed back “Not long now! X” and with that I took my books from inside of my locker, placed them into the bottom of my bag and made my way out of college’s front doors.

I made my way home and within fifteen minutes I was approaching the flat. I caped through the door and ran up the steps, I knew Harry was going to be home and just the thought of it brought a smile to my face once again.

Once I was inside Harry was sitting on the couch watching some tv while waiting for me. I put my bag down and walked over to sit next to him. “Hey stranger” I said with a smile. He gave me one of his most lovable bear hugs. I never wanted him to let go but eventually he did and reached over to grab the movies on the coffee table. “I got one chick flick movie for you cause I know those are your favourites” he said as he put it in the DVD player without telling me which movie.

“Aw Hazza, you know me too well.” I turned to him as I pinched him playfully on his arm. As he pressed play and let the adverts run on, I quickly made my way to my room to change into some slouches. I skipped back into the living room and placed myself back down next to Harry and he pulled out his blanky from behind his pillow and placed it over us both before handing me the popcorn and comfortably placing himself closer to me on the sofa wrapping his arm around my side. This was a common thing for Harry, he always loved a good cuddle.