We Kiss, We Make Up

This is a Harry one shot for Natalie (aka 1D_MyReasonToBe) I hope you enjoy it! :-)

- Megan.

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She took one last glance at his perfect, literally flawless face that she'd recently grown to envy, pressed against a pillow as he lay unconscious on the sofa. Inhaling through her nose deeply, she entered the bedroom and collected the remains of her clothes that sat unwashed at the end of the bed in a heap. Also taking one of his hoodies, the purple one, the one he'd owned since they became more than friends all those months ago. She hoped he wouldn't notice, he probably wouldn't considering he hadn't worn it for a while, but the smell of him still lingered on the soft material. 

She needed to leave. As much as being away from him would hurt her, even after all of the constant arguing recently, she knew it was the best thing to do, she didn't want the boy she knew deep down inside she truely loved becoming an enemy. Surely, it'd hurt less being away from him than when they were together and treated each other like strangers most of the time now, anyway. 

She shoved the hoodie into her small, stuffed bag the best she could. Knocking a can of deodorant off the bed side table in the proccess. She then stood as still as she possibly could for a few seconds, listening for him moving. Nothing. She let out one last relieved sigh before heading for the front door. 

"Natalie, where do you think you're sneaking off to?" the familiar, grizzly morning voice suddenly muttered from behind her, making her freeze in her footsteps. Shit. She closed her eyes in frustration, feeling her heart rasing, begining to thump so loud she could almost hear it.

"I'm leaving, Harry. I'm going home." 

She could tell by his tone he was already slightly annoyed with her, especially with him calling her by her whole name, which he only did when angry too. 

"This is your home."

"No it isn't. This is your home, Harry. Not mine." 

Natalie turned to face him now, pressing her back against the front door, encase an argument started and she didn't want to waste the time. Harry slowly dragged himself from the couch, still looking extremely tired, dressed in the same clothes as yesterday. 

"You've been living here with me for the last, nearly a year, lets say. Now, care to explain how this isn't your home?" he raised both hands high above his head, stretching back, his toned abs now slightly visible through his thin, white t-shirt. Natalie avoided glaring at his chest the best she could, getting used to his new, toned body was hard for her, when she found herself hardly being able to resist running at him like a wild animal. 

"There's nothing here for me. I have my belongings, I'll be out of your way in a moment." 

"Nothing here for you? I'm here." Harry narrowed his eyebrows at her in frustration, but behind the annoyed look she could tell what she'd gone ahead and said had hurt him, more than likely.

"Harry, lets not pretend. You know you've noticed yourself that all we've been doing recently is arguing. Why do you think you slept on the sofa last night? do you remember that row over something so pointless? we're not exactly the perfect couple any more, every couple has arguments, but when-" 

"When what, exactly? please explain, neither of us have done wrong, so why do we even argue?" 

Natalie stood deep in thought for a few seconds, wondering how to be honest with him without hurting him even more than she probably already had. But one of them had to make a move. 

"I understand that you work a lot, ok? but we used to be able to make everything special and work during the time we had when you wasn't working, now when we have that time we're either bickering over something childish or you're out drinking. You're just.. distant, Harry." 

"Well, okay. That I understand but, it can't all be me can it? girls are the causes of most arguments, not going to lie." 

She watched as he stood, arms crossed across the room. As much as she wanted to forgive him there and then he was already raising his tone slightly. She decided it was best to leave before the argument brewing would get any worse. 

"WAIT." Harry suddenly then bellowed across the room, reaching her side in a few quick steps just as she turned the door knob, "Natalie please." 

 "An argument is already starting, and you've been awake under five minutes Harry, now tell me that you honestly want me to stay another whole night?"

He rubbed his temples a few times furiously, before a look of hurt covered his face, confusing Natalie, 

"Just let me say my piece at least then." 

Natalie flung the already half open door shut again behind her, rolling her eyes at the rather satisfied look now on his face, 

"Its so stressful for me, being in a boy band, you know? I have to cope with the attention, the paparazzi, the articles about me, the haters and most importantly not seeing my loved ones as often. But right now, our managment are trying to get us to crack America, if this is stressful enough then imagine that? all this time, even when we're apart, you're the only thing or person keeping me sane. I have a temper easily, but its been getting to me recently, please forgive me for that? you could be as angry as you like and I'd never leave your side, when I need you now more than ever infact, I shout because I want you to hug me and tell me its going to get easier, but I don't blame you for shouting back. I shouldn't shout in the first place, but please. Give me credit?" as he said his part he never broke eye contact with her, 

Natalie noticed the pain, sorrow and lust in Harry's eyes. She'd always been able to work out his mood just by looking at his green orbs, but she'd never seen him look so sad before today, even after their relationship being over a year long. Maybe he did really need her company so bad.

"I just want us to be perfect again. No lies, no arguments. Can we try one more time? because if you walk out that door right now, my whole career will also go down hill." 

Almost speachless, she froze still for a few seconds. Finally, instead of replying she simply held open her arms, her heavy bag dropping to the floor carelessly. Harry immediately knew her response, not saying another word as he walked into her open arms, her hands finding their way around his strong neck, his finding their way around her waist, as she held him close. 

"Ok, of course Harry." she then muttered into his chest, inhaling his scent once again. 

Harry let out a much needed sigh of relief before joining their lips together as he leant down making their faces touch. Their tongues battled for dominance for a few seconds in the heated kiss, before he allowed himself to raise her from the ground in his arms. Natalie held tight as he swept her off her feet, their kiss not braking for a second as she was used to Harry doing this by now. He held her tightly with his manly arms, his hands placed just before her bum. Natalie let out a passionate groan as she felt one of his hand now slide its way from holding her thigh to instead hold gently onto the back of her brunette hair, she then felt him moving towards what she didn't even have to peek to know was the bedroom. 

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Natalie's sweating head laid gently on Harry's hot, rising and falling chest as they both lay nude under the duvet cover. It had been a while since they'd last made love, but as she lay there with a satisfied smile growing across her face she knew the wait had made it more worth it. There was nothing she'd missed more than the sight of Harry completely naked. 

"Oh and by the way, stealing can get you arrested you know. I want that hoodie back." Harry suddenly muttered under his heavy breathing, she could hear the amusment in his tired tone, "yes, I did notice you do that." 

Natalie let out a slight giggle, before apoligising by raising her head and kissing his lips gently, 

"Next time anything leaves this house with you, it'll be me."