Harry Styles Oneshots

Goodbye

You enter your nearly empty house, walking past the full cardboard boxes that hold every memory, every gift, and every good time you had with your best friend. You couldn't believe you were leaving him. Harry was the one who kept you sane when the insanity around you became too much. As you came to your room, you sat down on your bed and held your head in your hands. You like down on the bed and close your eyes, savoring the feeling of your soft covers. Before you could fall asleep, your phone rings and you quickly answer it.
"Hello?" You answer.
"Hey love. How are you doing?" Harry asks. Your eyes tear up at the sound of his voice.
"Not great, Harry. I don't want to leave." You reply honestly.
"Come over. We can do whatever you want. We'll make the best of your last night here." He says. You smile and sniffle.
"I'll tell mom and dad. I'll see you in a few." You say, hanging up. You quickly pack an overnight bag and head downstairs.
"Mom, dad, I'm going to stay at Harry's." You say as you step into the kitchen where they were sitting.
"Um I don't think so. You're not staying the night at a boy's house." Your dad says. You scoff.
"This is my last night here and I want to spend it with my best friend." You say. Your dad opens his mouth to say something but he's cut off by your mother.
"She's right. Just go honey." She says. You take your chance and rush out the door. You hop in your car and throw your bag in the back. You speed to Harry's and grab your stuff before bursting into Harry's house. His parents greet you as you run up the stairs to his room. You basically break his door down as you enter and throw yourself on top of him on the bed. He holds you tightly. You feel your eyes tearing up again as your best friend holds you. You actually begin crying when you start thinking about how much he means to you. How you truly feel about him.
"Please don't cry love." He says, his voice rather emotional.
"I can't go Harry. I can't leave without you. Not without telling you..." You start. You shut your mouth before you can finish your sentence. You get off of Harry and lie next to him on the bed, facing away from him. He simply wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close.
"Tell me what, (y/n)? Please tell me." He says quietly.
"Without telling you what you are to me." You whisper.
"What am I to you?"
You turn to him and place a hand on his cheek.
"You're everything. You're my best friend. You're my sanity. You're my world. But, most of all, you're the love of my life. I just...never told you." You say. He looks at you with a soft smile and loving eyes.
"I knew, but I knew you wouldn't admit it to yourself. But I'm here, and I want you to know that I love you and I'm here. I always will be." He says. You sigh and pull yourself closer to him.
"I want a going away present." You say.
"Anything you want my love." He replies.
"Kiss me. I want you before I go. Something to keep me sane when I'm halfway across the country."
Before you knew it, Harry's lips were planted softly on yours. He kissed you gently, yet passionately. When he pulled away, you looked into his green eyes. They stared into your soul as your eyes left it open to his gaze.
"I've always thought you're beautiful. Inside and out. I've always loved you, (y/n)." He whispers.
"Harry! Your dad and I are going out for the night!" Harry's mom yells from downstairs.
"Alright mom see you later." Harry shouts back. He lies back down and embraces you again.
"Let's watch a movie." You say. You sit up pull your favorite movie out of your bag. Harry takes it from you and sets it up on his TV. It starts to play and the two of you climb under the covers next to each other, holding one another close. Harry snuggles his face into your neck and starts to leave kisses on your skin. You giggle and squirm against his kisses. Soon, his kisses trail from your neck, back to your lips. You kiss slowly at first, then the kiss heats up. Harry slips his tongue past your lips and his body comes to rest between your thighs. Your hands tangle in his hair. His hand finds the hem of your shirt and you pull away from him and help him strip it off of you. His eyes scan your body and you smile up at him.
"See something you like Harry?" You ask, biting your lip. His large hand cups your breast and you sigh.
"Absolutely." He breathes out. He then crashes his lips against yours once more as his hand reached under you and unclipped your bra. Harry helped you take it off and his hands went back to caressing your soft skin. You moan under his kiss as he pinches your nipple. As the noise leaves your lips, he strips his shirt off his torso and you gaze at his chest. You've seen him shirtless many times, but this time was different. This time, he was the man you loved, and he loved you too. As Harry kissed you, you ran your hands over his chest.
"Harry, I need you." you say breathlessly. He clambers off of you and stands at the end of the bed. You unbutton your jeans and Harry pulls them off of you. He hooks his fingers into the elastic of your black panties and pulls them off of you as well, throwing them on the floor. He stares for a moment.
"Harry don't just stand there, touch me please." You whimper, practically begging. He chuckles deeply.
"As you wish princess." He says. He pulls you to the end of the bed and kneels down between your legs. His lips trail kisses up the inside of your thighs. Your c.lit is enclosed in the warmth of Harry's lips and you moan loudly. His tongue teases your core before plunging into your entrance. Your hands fist in his hair and your hips buck against his mouth. His tongue moves against you and you can feel tension building in your stomach and you knew your climax was close.
"Harry I'm close!" You shout. His movement doesn't stop until your orgasm his over, leaving you gasping for air. He laughs and stands up, leaning over the bed to kiss you. You kiss him deeply before pulling away and looking into his eyes.
"Harry. I want you to be my first. I don't want to leave with my virginity. And I want you to be the one to take it. Please." You say, your eyes watering. His do to as he stares back.
"If that's what you want, love. Just, please don't cry. I hate to see you sad." He replies. You nod and he stands, taking off his pants and boxers. You marvel at his member as he strokes the already hard shaft. He positions himself between your thighs once more and his member rests on your sex.
"I love you, (y/n). Please remember that. Tell me if I hurt you." He whispers.
"I love you too. Please Harry..." You reply. He simply nods and places his tip at your entrance.
"Ready?" He asks. You reply with a whimper. He pushes himself inside you slowly and you groan at the feeling of him stretching you. It was uncomfortable, but bearable. He pushed farther inside you and the uncomfortable feeling subsided, being replaced with pleasure. You moan as he moves in and out of you, as does he. His pace becomes quicker and you dig your nails into his back. He groans and starts faster again. You lean up and kiss him as his pace gets faster and sloppier. You knew you were both close to the edge. Before you knew it, you screamed his name and orgasmed. Harry pulled out of you and came on your stomach. He collapsed onto the bed next to you and let out a spent sigh.
"I love you Harry." You say.
"But can you get me something to wipe this off with?" You ask, giggling.
"Oh shit. Yeah." He says. He gets up and rushes to the bathroom and grabs a towel. Kneels on the bed and hands you the towel before kissing you. You quickly clean yourself off and toss the towel onto the dirty laundry on the floor. Harry pulls the blankets over the two of you and you cuddle into him.
"Harry, tell me I'm not leaving. Tell me that you're taking me somewhere. Tell me we're running away together. Please, just tell me I'm not leaving you." You say, tears lacing your voice. He holds you closely.
"I can't. But, once we're old enough, once we're out on our own, we can go somewhere. We can be together. Like I've always wanted." He assures you. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and inhale his scent as if it was the last time.