"I should probably get going," you whispered sitting up in the bed, sheets covering your naked body.
Don't go, Harry wanted to say, but he didn't. He couldn't. He never could ask you to stay and you couldn't ever ask him to stay either. That wasn't part of the deal. At least not at first.
Whenever the time came for you to leave, you always told him you were about to head home and you would always hesitate before getting out of bed for a few minutes, hoping he would ask you to stay.
But he never did. So, you got up from the bed and got dressed. Both of you hating this moment, the moment when the other had to leave, but you would never tell the other because you didn't want to ruin what you had.
You and Harry were friends, who met through mutual friends and working on songs together. One night you both were hanging out and one thing and a few drinks lead to another and you two hooked up. Somehow from that one night, you two both decided on being in sort of a friends with benefits relationship.
Both of you were single and weren't really looking for a serious relationship, so it worked out. You both got the companionship both of you desired without having to deal with everything that came from a relationship. You two just had one rule, the other person couldn't stay the night whenever you two slept together.
However, as time went on, you found yourself falling for him. You knew you shouldn't because he didn't feel the same way about you. Except he did, he had fallen hard for you, but due to the circumstances of your little arrangement, he had yet to find the courage to tell you how he really felt about you.
Harry watched you as you got dressed. Part of you hoped it didn't notice how you slowly put on your clothes one item at a time waiting for something that would never happen. But the other part of you wished that he did and he would ask you to stay.
He bit his lip as he forced himself not to open his mouth to say anything because he couldn't trust what might come out of it.
Once your boots were on, you got up from the bed and grabbed your bag.
"So, uh... I guess I'll talk to you later?" You asked.
"Yeah, we'll talk later," he nodded.
"Well, uh... bye then," you said waving a bit.
His lips turned into a small smile as he waved back to you. You walked out of his room and his house before getting into your car. You looked at yourself in the rearview mirror of your car. Your hair was a mess and your lipstick stained the skin around your lips. Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized you couldn't keep doing this. You couldn't keep putting yourself through this anymore.
As soon as you left, Harry found himself getting up from his bed and went straight to the door. His hand was on the doorknob, but he didn't turn it. He pressed his forehead against the cool surface of his front door. His heart told him to open the door and stop you. Tell you how he felt and bring you back inside and show you just how he feels about you, but his head, his head was telling him to just let you go.
That night, his head won.
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"I don't want to just make love, I wanna make love last," you sang softly as you strummed the chords of a new song on your guitar. "When you're up this high, it's a sad goodbye."
You sighed reaching over to grab your drink and downing the remains of it. It had been two days since you last saw Harry and it was driving you insane, but it was your own fault. You hadn't returned his calls or texts because you couldn't face him right now. Your heart was still calling for him. Still aching for him, but didn't have the courage to tell him how you felt.

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Harry Styles One Shot Collections
FanfictionA collection of One-Shots I've written over the years. There's a mix of all topics and concepts. Most are single posts, but a few may be more than one. I'll number them so you know! :)