Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Love you enough

This was the heaviest and most full-on makeout session we've ever had. No space between our bodies, kissing till our lips are raw and sore. I kissed and bit and tugged his lips with passion and partly as a discharging outlet for my anger of him leaving me again.

We were both out of breath, but we didn't stop just because of such a measly thing like that. I would rather stop breathing than not to savour his lips as much as I can before he leaves me for 3 months. Since the moment he told me he'll be on tour again, I screamed at him. 

I was selfish, I was mean. I shoved him and lash out on him even though it's not his fault and that's his lifelong dream. Harry didn't say anything as I yell out at him with my dissatisfaction and anger in plain sight. It wasn't fair. I want him all to myself.

I don't care if I'm the jealous, insensitive and possessive girlfriend everyone hates and calls a bitch in TV shows. Is it wrong that I don't want to share him with anyone? Don't I have a right too, to want him all to myself?

He watched and allowed me to shove him around, patiently waiting till I ran out of breath. I had choked back on the huge lump on my throat, finally tired of all this. 

He leaned closer towards me and held my waist, pressing his lips against my tear-stained cheeks as he pushed me back on the couch. Now he's on top of me, body entwining with mine. I want to shove him, my angry tears spilling out of my eyes. 

And so I did at first, weakly pushing his hard chest away from me. But he persisted, never breaking the contact of his lips and mine. So I succumbed. And kissed him harder.

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By now, my tears on my cheeks had dried. By now, our lips drew a bit of blood from us biting and sucking one another's so hard. Our hair tangled, tousled and filled with the marks of fingers slipping through them. 

Finally, we broke off to catch a full breath. "Babe...." Harry breathed, looking at me with love in his eyes.

I looked up at him, my chest heaving as I got as much oxygen inside me before I lung at him again.

"I know this is hard on you..." Harry started as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"But I can get you anything you want in compensation, okay? What would you like?"

"You." I brushed my fingers up and down his chest, a feeble attempt to act innocent.

Harry sighed softly and defeatedly: "Y/N... please don't be difficult."

I pouted: "You shouldn't have said you'd get me anything then."

"Let's get real, baby. Yeah?" Harry asked again, combing through my hair.

"I want you to call and Skype me every single day. No excuses." I demanded.

"I'll do that even if you don't ask me to, I can't go a day without seeing your beautiful face." He kissed me briefly.

"Then promise me to think of me everyday?" I prompted.

"Every hour, every minute, every second." Harry assured me and pecked my forehead.

"What else do you want, sweetheart?" Harry persisted.

"You to be safe and happy." I breathed out, finally accepting the fact that he will be away and that I should just bless him on his journey towards his lifelong dream and not give him shit for something that's unavoidable.

Harry kissed me again: "You're the best girlfriend ever, Y/N. Thanks for understanding me, babe.... I love you."

"I love you too, Harry." I replied and added inside my heart. 

Enough to let you go.