For Better or Worse - Harry Styles Fanfiction

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Niall was constantly on my case about how much time I’d been around Harry and what a nice lad he was.  As payback, I would mention Behati’s name in every subject, knowing exactly what it did to Niall.

The pair had a three month fling, which neither of them never really got over. Rumor had it that they were on and off all the time, sticking to more of a ‘friends with benefits’ approach as there were no feelings involved that way, although it was quite obvious it was too late for that. I wished them the best of luck.

For my last period, I had a spare and unfortunately none of the others did which left me to spend the hour and a half by myself. I wasn’t complaining though, it was nice to be alone sometimes.

I walked through our huge school, peering into free rooms or spaces where I could dance and rest for my spare.

After about ten minutes I resorted to going out doors and ended up finding a nice spot behind a hill and a few pine trees, it wasn’t ideal but it would have to do.

I pushed the overgrown shrubs out my face which led to what seemed, an evergrowing large clearing in front of me, it was perfect. The was all the different coloured Gerbera’s scattered around the large patch of grass which was bordered with white rocks. It looked truly magical, it must’ve been man-made considering how well kept everything was. From the grass to even the trees, everything looked bliss.

I pulled my iPod doc out of my bag and placed it on a steady rock, flicking it to an upbeat tempo I began moving my body in time with the rhythm and letting my mind take control.

In just under half an hour I’d managed to create the start of a dance which left me feeling proud and fulfilled, taking a seat on a patch of grass my body bent backwards as I stretched out any aches that might leave me injured before flipping my school bag over and resting on it.

Liam and I had been literally begged to have a ‘back to school’ party so we eventually obliged and Liam, being the organised boy he is, began planning it weeks in advance. By the time we’d set it, we’d be one third into the semester already but it didn’t seem to bother people; as long as there was a party they were happy.

I immediately texted Behati and let her know to keep the date free, she was as excited as I was.

My mind pondered to Harry, making a mental note to be sure to put him on the invite list, no doubt he already was.

The boys adored him and welcomed him with open arms, as homosexual as that sounds.

In my head, my outfit and make up was already all planned out. My stomach churned with more excitement that usual knowing Harry would be there.

“Isn’t she lovely, isn’t she wonderful, isn’t she precious..”

My thoughts were brilliantly interrupted, skin tingling as the angelic voice flowed through my ears, the same line repeating over and over. It was definitely a male voice; deep, husky and effortlessly sexy all at the same time despite the muffled and almost inaudibility of it.

I followed the voice, eager to see it’s match and who possessed such a brilliant voice. I’d befriend the boy and have him as my own personal radio.

A couple of metres ahead of me was a small river, with very minimal water running through it. I had no idea how I hadn’t noticed it before, there were a few of the same white rocks placed evenly in front of one another which created a dry path for one to cross.

Taking careful steps across it, making sure I wasn’t  to wreck my black leather flats.

As I ventured further in, the forest grew denser and darker. Just as fear was beginning to set it, I noticed a ray of sunlight beaming onto a medium sized patch of grass similar to the place where I was. A figure stood, obviously the person who matched the voice.

The voice neared and soon I was able to see the person it was coming from, my eyes locked onto chocolate curls which were of extreme alikeness to Harry’s.

It couldn’t be Harry, he’d told me he wouldn’t be joining me in my spare, I remembered the disappointed look he had and how heart-breaking it was.

I slowly crept up, not wanting to disturb the singer knowing that he’d stop once he saw me.

He mixed up the song a little, throwing in vibrato’s when possible which made the line sound more amazing.

I wasn’t able to hold in a small gasp as his voice heightened to it’s full strength, sounding like nothing I’d ever heard before. 

Apparently, my gasp was a little too loud. The person was completely startled, jumping around instantly; my eyes matching with the hazel green of Harry’s.

Of course it was him, I’d been told by a handful of people he had a voice yet I ceased to believe them.

We stared at each in other disbelief for a while, both having the same thoughts. He reached for my hands and subconsciously played with my finger tips, causing my heart to race. I hated how already, the simplest of things Harry did could send my whole body in a frenzy.

We sat down together on the grass, each of us too happy to break the calming silence. Harry laid on his back, pulling me down with him so I was shaped comfortably around his body; my arm draped lazily over him chest while our legs entwined together, Harry mindless drawing patterns on the bare skin where my shirt had ridden up. We lay like for what felt like hours which was probably only minutes.

Harry and I had never shared such intimacy before, it was a complete spur of the moment. I had no idea where it came from, we’d had a sleep over before and we weren’t like this at all. It might have been the fact that Niall, Zayn, Louis and Liam were there but either way, the intimacy was new. I liked new, a lot.

“Sing for me, Harry.” I whispered, finally breaking the silence and getting up from our comfortable position, instantly regretting it as I realised how comfy it was.

His cheeks blushed red and for a moment I saw the insecure Harry that only shined through around me, he’d let his walls down allowing me to see everything behind them.

“You weren’t supposed to hear me.” he spoke timidly, twiddling his thumbs.

“Please, it’s so beautiful; I could listen forever.” I sighed contently, remembering just how gorgeous it was. “I’m your best friend remember, we tell each other everything.”

He let out a shaky breath and nodded agreeing with the ‘best friends’ reference.

“My best friend, how did I get one as pretty as you?” he spoke proudly, a broad smile spreading across his face.

Harry crossed his legs and cupped my things in his palms, pulling me up onto his lap so we were almost straddling. My heart raced and my insides burned as he wound his arms around my slender waist, he peered up at me through his eyelashes and tossed me a nervous grin.

Removing his hands from my waist to my cheeks, he cupped them and slowly brought my face towards his own. I knew what was coming, although I wasn’t nervous. Harry made relaxed me, his calming circles that he was always tracing on my limbs made me instantly calm and placid.

Our lips were just centimetres apart, he cocked his head slightly allowing our lips to graze each other in the most feather light of touches. Harry sighed slightly before pulling away, he twisted my face and pressed his lips upon my cheek before resting his forehead lightly on it.

Disappointment, sadness and hurt ran through me, the worst part being I had to pretend like it didn’t matter that the only boy I’d ever had proper feelings for had just pulled out of my first kiss.

Harry still held me, tight as ever; letting me know he wasn’t leaving me. Our faces were close, always close enough so that if one of us moved forward slightly we’d be kissing.

He stared deeply into my eyes, searching them forsomething which I had no idea of.

“You’re so breath taking.” he whispered, shaking his head lightly and tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

His hands began sliding up and down my thighs, he took a deep breath and let the angelic voice flow so effortlessly through his bubble-gum lips.

“Let me tell you a story, about a boy and girl. He fell in love with his best friend, when she’s around he feels nothing but joy…”