Harry Styles One Shots

Cold (Requested)

*casually slides in an update as if I didn't go mia on this story for weeks*

Heyyyyyy guiseeeeeeee remember me?

It isn't seasonal depression if you have it all year ;) -Recuperation, 2018

For @lollieb545 

Sorry it took so long, I had absolutely no idea what to do with this request. It raked my mind severely. My motivation is going downhill lately, i have been so stressed with school and JROTC  but hopefully I get back into writing, I miss it. 

As always, enjoy

*fingers crossed that I publish this before my birthday lmao*

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"Y/n!"

I snorted, nearly choking on the slurp of hot tea sloshing around in my mouth. The echo of my roomates deep voice vibrates through the small apartment.

I set my ceramic mug on the glass coffee table in front of me. As I stand, a cold whisper of air breezes passed my bare arms and I make quick work to pull on the long sleeve cardigan resting neatly on the back of the leather couch. 

With the luck of two college students fitting together in a small, run down apartment complex, in the middle of winter our heater decided to shut down on us. We had informed our landlord of the incident but he has yet to reach us back. The little money we have was used to buy space heaters and extra thick blankets for the time being. We wear long sleeves and thick socks at all times to try and fight off the harsh cold of winter. 

The thin garment does little to shield me from the cold but I have something much more important at hand than a little chill from the cracked window that refuses to close - another incident reported and still not fixed.

As I make my way to the source of the scream, I don't try to hide the sneaky smile that paints messily on my lips. I continue to walk through the small flat until my feet lead me to a closed bathroom door. A yellow light shines from beneath the wood. I snort again, lifting my fist to knock softly, teasingly, on the wood. Before my fist can connect with it, it's roughly pulled open, my red roommate staring angrily at me.

My sneaky smile slowly fades, mouth dropping open in shock rather than amusement.  

When I poured red hair dye in Harry's conditioner, I didn't expect the colour to suit him so well. 

Oh my.. You look like more of a God than you did before.

Harry glared at me, eyes squinting in a hateful glare. His nostrils flare, jaw clenched to make it appear much sharper than it is. 

Why does that make my heart leap in joy?

I mentally shake my head, pull yourself together!

I cover up the lust vibrating through my body by bursting into hysteric laughter. At first, it's forced. A forced screech and fake smile to mask the flutter of my heart, screaming at how badly she wants Harry to be hers. Eventually, however, as I stare into Harry's deep green eyes, dark red hair falling in wet clumps against his forehead, red coloured droplets falling from said strands, the laughter becomes real and hard to control. My stomach clenches and I lean forward to clutch it. I throw myself back to slide down the wall parallel to the bathroom.

Dramatic? Possibly, but this was just too good. 

"You're gonna fucking fix this."