Harry Styles Smut

House Warming Gift

Account Credit: honeytryst

Rating: M

"I can always sleep on the couch."

Harry's pink lips slur out the most obvious solution to their current predicament. The evening sun that had once decorated the small apartment with its golden light had now leaked a mystically romantic moonlight. Combined with the empty beer bottles littered across the kitchen counter, y/n was careful about her words that would follow.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but there is no couch."

With her sat on the counter, y/n watched Harry's curious eyes scan over the empty room. She was still settling in after paying the first rent towards her new apartment, which meant that the place had not been entirely furnished as of yet.

She could feel Harry's hot breath on her shoulder when he tipsily chuckled at himself for being so oblivious to his surroundings. He stood in close proximity at her side, leaning against the counter with his hand close to dangerous territories.

Y/n tried to ignore not only the strange feeling digging at her heart, but also the familiar sensation eating away in her abdomen.

She still could not believe that he was there. In the flesh, as tangible as ever.

"You're my best friend, y/n," is what he had told her upon arriving at her housewarming party. He was amused by the shock that overcame her in that sudden moment, still in disbelief about his presence even as they latched onto each other in a warm embrace.

Y/n knew that Harry was a busy man. He was currently headlining his first solo world tour, performing in front of thousands every night at venues all across the world. It was for this reason that she refused to hold any expectations from him, knowing well how difficult it would be for him to fulfill her deepest desires.

So why did she send him an invitation to her party?

It was partially out of courtesy. Harry was important to her, and she would have loved nothing more than for him to join her and her friends in celebrating her most recent accomplishment. It was a slim to none chance that amid his hectic schedule, he would actually be able to attend.

But even after all of their years of friendship, Harry had still managed to amaze her. Perhaps it had been pure coincidental luck that y/n had planned her housewarming party around the same time that Harry had a few days off from his tour. Even then, she knew he would've gone above and beyond to make her happy.

Whether it'd be as simple as buying her a drink or as meaningful as flying halfway across the globe to surprise her when she had least expected, Harry tried his hardest to keep the unofficial promise he had made to her years ago.

"Told ya I'd be there whenever ya needed me."

This could explain why Harry had now found himself stranded at y/n's apartment. Minutes turned to hours, and all of the guests had eventually found their way out, leaving the two best friends to catch up on everything they had missed.

It was now well past midnight. Harry had mentioned how he was supposed to check into a hotel on the other side of town, but had forgotten to do so since he had made his way straight over to her apartment upon landing from his flight. Classic Harry.

"M'stuff is already there. I should just go, s'not that far."

Y/n shook her head. She didn't have a car yet, and she certainly didn't trust the modes of transportation that were left at this time at night, not with Harry at least.