ever since new york- [HARRY STYLES]

fifteen| aftermath

FIFTEEN

TIME SPED UP WITH EACH MILE THE TWO BEST FRIENDS RAN. They ran for what seemed like hours until they lost the police that were once following them from behind.

The two ran inside their hotel lobby completely out of breath, but able to laugh about the experience they just faced. Harry glanced over towards his best friend with a chuckle escaping his lips.

"I haven't been that out of breath since Niall and I raced across stadium bleachers." Harry states, making Destiny roll her eyes at the statement. "I almost fainted."

"I haven't been that out of breath since Romeo and Juliet-" she cuts herself off, running a hand through her blonde hair. "Never mind."

Harry bites his lip as he tried to hide his smile, but he was unsuccessful because it spread across his face in a second. "That was a good kiss, wasn't it m'lady?"

Destiny looks at him with a small smile, nodding her head slowly. "It definitely was, Mr Styles."

"How would you rate the one in the park?" Harry finally questions, guiding Destiny over towards the elevator with a hint of a smirk forming on his lips.

The crimson red flushes back to Destiny's cheeks as she shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know, Styles, you tell me."

The elevator door opens and the two pile in, both feeling the tension the conversation brought into the elevator. Harry continued to stare directly in front of him, but made sure Destiny heard his words.

"It was the best kiss I've ever had, Destiny Young." That catches her attention as she turns towards him, the blush on her cheeks increasing. "Especially because it was with you."

That was enough to make the blonde weak to her knees, but growing the courage to walk slowly up to him, cupping his cheeks in her hands. "That's exactly how I feel too, Harold Styles."

Harry looks into eyes, but whispers, "You know that's not my actual name, right?"

"Shut up and kiss me before I change my mind."

And so he did. The brunette pulled her neck softly to entangle their lips back together, kissing furiously than the last time. Destiny found her hands back to his hair, making him fall deeper into the kiss.

They both heard the elevator door reopen to their floor, causing the two to disconnect from each other. Destiny wiped her lips softly before being the first one to step out of the elevator, a smirk tugging on her face.

Harry, on the other hand, watched the girl walk out the elevator door before following behind. Luckily, the rooms were next door to each other, and Destiny was happy about that.

It suddenly clicked for Harry when he watched her fumble for her hotel key is that he wanted nothing more than to grab her waist and continue what they shared in the elevator, but he couldn't. He wanted to desperately, but she had Dawson. She was his and not Harry's.

She pulled out her room key before looking at Harry to find him searching for his.

"I don't think you'll be needing that, Harry." Was all she said as she opened her hotel room, biting her lip softly. Harry looked up at the girl, his eyes widening at her boldness. "Stay with me, tonight?"

"Des..." he says softly, running a hand through his hair. "Do you know how bad I want to? How bad I want to hold you all night and never let you go? How long I've wanted this moment to finally happen?"

That surprised Destiny as she shook her head, raising her eyebrows. "Y-you what?"

"I've been in love with you, Destiny Morano Young since tenth grade." Harry finally admits, not daring to look into the actress's eyes. "And you didn't even notice."

"Harry-"

"Please don't say anything. I just finally had to tell you." He tells her, before turning to continue searching for his hotel room key.

Destiny continues to look at him, completely speechless until everything clicked. The way she thinks, the way her heart beats, the way she feels, all is controlled by her best friend standing in front of her.

"It's you." She whispers, making Harry look up at her. "It's you."

"W-what?"

"You are what I think about all the damn time. You are the one I want to notice me in a crowded room-"

"And I always do, Des." He interrupts, smiling weakly at her.

"And that's exactly why I want you to spend the night with me, Harry Edward Styles, because it's you."

"I really don't understand your thinking right now, love."

Destiny chuckles lightly, shaking her head. "I love you, Harry. It's you."

All of the sudden, Harry's world stopped and it was in the hands of Destiny Young, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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love always,

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