Harry Styles One Shot Collections

You're Friends and You Have Feelings for Him

After you wake up from your nap, you walk into the living room, where you see Harry on laying on the couch, on his phone. He smiles when he sees you.

"Thank god, you're up. I was beginning to worry." He jokes.

"Oh, shut up." You say rolling your eyes walking over and sitting in the chair on the other side of the room.

Harry looks over at you confused. "Why are you sitting all the way over there?"

"Because you're taking up that whole couch." You point out.

"Never stopped you before." He says.

You just shrug and look towards the TV that was playing in the background.

"Mum's cooking dinner," Harry says after a bit. "She's actually making your favorite and consider yourself special cause she still has yet to that for me since I've been back." He smirks.

"I heard that!" Anne shouts from the kitchen.

Harry lets out a laugh looking over at you, as you mess around your phone.

"You okay?" Harry asks.

"Yeah. Just still trying to wake up." You lie.

He just nods and soon you all sit down for dinner.

"So, Y/N, how was your holidays?" Anne asks.

"They were okay. My parents went on a couples ski trip, so I sort of just had my own little holiday dinner at my apartment." You shrug.

"Oh, well, honey you could have come here and spent it with us," Anne says. "Harry, why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't know." He says.

"It's fine. I didn't really tell anyone." You shrug. "I worked on some projects for work, so..."

Harry looks over at you and notices that your picking at your food. He can tell something is bothering you, but he has no idea what. You two tell each other everything and he felt bad that you spent the holidays alone.

After dinner, you and Harry decide to clean up, while Anne heads into the living room with drinks. Harry is washing off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, while you clean off the table. You put the remaining dirty dishes on the counter when Harry looks over at you.

"Hey, is everything okay?" He asks.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't it be?" You ask.

"Because you're acting distant.. different. You know you can tell me, Y/N." He whispers. "I mean we've hardly spoken since you got here."

"I've been asleep most of the time I've been here." you point.

"You know what I mean." He says. "Please, Y/N... Did I do something?"

You sigh looking down. "It's not something you did.. it's something I did."

"Okay, what did you do?" He asks.

"I can't tell you." You say shaking your head.

"Yes, you can. We're best friends." He says.

"Exactly." You whisper looking at him, before grabbing your coat and walking outside.

A few minutes later, Harry walks outside sitting next to you.

"Okay, I still have no idea what's wrong with you or what's going on," he says. "Are you saying you don't want to be friends anymore or something?" He whispers.

"No.. I'm not saying that." You whisper.

"Then what are you saying, Y/N?" He sighs.

"It will change everything." You whisper.

"And not knowing what's up with you isn't?" He says looking over at you.

You sigh. "Are you with Kendall?"

Harry sighs. "You saw the pictures?" He whispers.

"It was sort of hard not to," you mumble.

"Yeah, I know." He sighs. "But to answer your question, no I'm not. It was just a lot of things taken out of context."

"Good to know." You say bringing your knees up to your chest.

"But is that really what's going on here?" He asks.

"Part of it.." You whisper. "If I tell you, do you promise that you won't think of me differently and we won't lose our friendship?"

"Of course not, but Y/N you're really scaring me." He says.

You sigh. "I... I have feelings for you." You whisper. "Like really, I want to be with you, type of feelings. Not just your friend, but more."

"Oh..." He says.

"Oh?" You whisper. "I tell you that I have feelings for you, and all you say is oh? Thanks for letting me make a complete fool of myself." You say before getting up and going back inside.

You walk through the living room and up to your room, shutting the door.

Harry sighs walking back inside when Anne looks over at him.

"What happened?" She asks.

"Y/N has feelings for me." He sighs running his hands over his face.

"I know." Anne sighs.

"What? How did you know? Did she say something?" Harry asks.

"She didn't have to. I see the way she is with you, the way she looks at you. " She says.

"I guess I couldn't see it." He whispers.

"Because you didn't want to see it." She says.

"Why would I not want to see that my best friend is in love with me?" He says.

"Because you're in love with her too." She says. "And knowing that she felt for you the way that you feel for her, would mean that you could pursue a relationship with her, but you're scared."

"How do you even know this?" He says looking at her.

"I'm your mother. I see things. I know things." She smirks.

"I don't know how I feel about that." He jokes.

"Well, you do know how you feel about Y/N, right?" She asks.

"Yeah..." He nods. "I love her."

"Then go and talk to her before it's too late." She whispers.

"Thanks, Mum." He whispers hugging her tightly and going up to the guest room.