Harry Styles One Shot Series

Anything part 2

Harry's P.O.V 

I was beyond the word intoxicated right now, my body was dazed, my body was hot, my curls where pushed out of my face by a bandana, but nothing seemed to numb this off feeling like something or someone was missing. Strange, I drunkly whispered to myself. Picking up the bottle of rum in my hand and rising it to my lips I tried to divert this feeling I had, was it love? fuck no I thought I don't fall in-love, I play around and have fun. I discover untold dirty secrets beneath the sheets. Y/N falls from my lips and I grin to myself, what was she doing. Crawling to my phone I turn it on and groan when the light hits my eyes. " Ow. Fuck!" cursing to myself I scrolled through my contacts looking for her name clicking on it and hold it up to my ear, it rings and rings out until it reaches voicemail, it's to late anyways as much as i wanted to hear her soft voice I decided it was time for me to go to bed.

 I let my thoughts begin in my head y/n body marked it's territory in my mind, her soft body, her curvy body was unlike something I had ever seen, painted with light stretch marks on her hip and some faintly on the top of her perky but big breast. God her breast were my favourite, I love the goosebumps that appeared on her while my mouth ghostly worked over her nipples, while she squirms underneath desperate for my touch.  

But then I think to when were not discovering each other's body parts, I just think of her in general. Her smile is worth every diamond in the world, her laugh is so captivating the way she covers her mouth and throws her head back, when she reads she whispers the books softly to herself like she knows others can hear her. How she only drinks tea not coffee, how when we have dinner she has to have her particular fork and knife and every meal has to be served with a glass of red wine. When's she nervous or anxious she will tuck her hair behind her hair numerous times, or the times we danced with tears in your eyes, I love y/n eyes they are something you can't take your eyes off.

As I laid in bed looking out the door with the view of the Eiffel Tower, I thought of y/n knowing how much she would have loved it here. I'm picturing her here right now, she would be wondering the streets going from shop to shop, eating as many croissants as her stomach would take, she would ride the bikes down by the river's where she would have a picnic set up for the two of us, taking lame pictures of me trying to hold the Eiffel Tower with her vintage camera she always carry's around. y/n is so beautiful it should be a crime. I need to get out of here and be with her. My mind was racing I couldn't seem to get her out of my head, she draws me in so much. I wonder if she's thinking about me right this moment.