Leigharry Fluff/Smut One Shots

7. "You Make Me Wanna..." (Fluff)

"You make me wanna leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you (...) Before anything began between us you were like my best friend, the one I used to run and talk to when me and my girl was having problems."

3rd Person:

"Give her a gift, dummy." Leigh-Anne giggled stuffing her face with popcorn. 'There she goes again.'  Harry thought, shoving popcorn into his mouth as well. 'Giving me advice on how to fix a relationship I'm not sure I want anymore.' -- "You know, you don't have to be so rude to me Leigh-Andria." he laughed, he loved the nickname he gave her even if it did make her blood boil and even if it should have died when they were kids. "Leigh-Anne, Harry, -Anne." she huffed throwing a handful of popcorn at the green-eyed boy. She secretly did love Harry's rubbish nicknames though, it made her feel special, and she was. She was Harry's right hand woman, his best friend. He never made a choice without Leigh's input.

"You love it." he teased knowing how much she actually did love it. Harry knew a lot of things regarding Leigh-Anne Pinnock. He knew she was a horrible liar for one. "Anyways jackass, what else do you think will get you and Rachel back on track?" Leigh asked, she was very protective over Harry and though she didn't really agree with Harry and Rachel being together, it sure wasn't her place to say so. Harry wanted to roll his eyes so bad. He hated talking about Rachel with Leigh-Anne. Rachel was his girlfriend and all but when he was with Leigh, he wanted everything to be about him and her alone, no one else.

"I don't know Leigh." Harry sighed adjusting himself in his seat. Leigh-Anne noticed his uncomfortable state, she knew something was bothering him. "What's the matter Haz?" she asked turning to face him, her legs crossed and a bowl of popcorn placed directly in the middle. She watched him for a few seconds, he wasn't responding. "Hello, earth to Harry." She snapped. "I heard you Leigh, there's nothing wrong." Truth is Harry and Rachel fight way too much. They argue about the tiniest things and it weighed Harry down. Leigh had noticed Harry's mood shifts since him and Rachel were totally official, the light in his eyes had gone, yet she didn't know why and didn't want to press him about it. She was worried, she didn't like seeing Harry's happiness stripped from him because his happiness was in fact her happiness.

"You don't have to lie to me Harry, I'm not just a random girl interrogating you on your relationship problems." Leigh-Anne whispered. To be fair, Harry's relationship had been on the rocks for a good percentage of they whole thing and truth be told, Harry had only started dating Rachel because Leigh-Anne said 'she'd be good for him' which he's sure she's regretting now. "I'm sorry Leigh, don't be mad, I couldn't take you being mad at me." Harry smiles slightly, sliding over closer to Leigh-Anne causing her heart to beat out of control. She didn't know why Harry made her feel this way, but he did, he did for a long time. She also didn't know if Harry felt the same, but why did it matter? He was with Rachel, thanks to her, and he seemed content. When they weren't fighting of course which was once in a bloody blue moon. She snuggled into his side, wrapping her arms around his torso. "You can tell me anything, you know that?" Leigh smiled up at him. His lips pressed to her warm forehead and he let out a hum symbolizing how comfortable he was. "I know, darlin'." he spoke softly against her skin.

His heart pattered in his chest, the butterflies flew back and forth between the walls of his abdomen and his brain turned to mush. Just a touch ruined him completely, he was done for every time him and Leigh's skin even so much as brushed one another. It's been like that since they were kids, everyone knew it.
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"Harry and Leigh-Anne sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage then comes the baby in the baby carriage." -- "Stop it Jes, it isn't funny!" Leigh pouted, she hated when Jesy made jokes about her and Harry. "Well it's true." Jesy sassed, as she always did. "She's right Leigh, we're gonna have babies and get married." Harry teased dancing around the two girls. "How do you know I want you marry you anyways Harry, I might want to marry Liam instead." Leigh huffed crossing her arms. Harry stopped dead in his tracks, and his face fell to the grass covered ground. "R-really?" he whispered making sure that Leigh hadn't noticed his face turn stale. "I mean, yeah, you can marry him sure. See if I care." he quickly added walking towards the swing set.