One Direction One Shots

"I'm Sorry" Doesn't Cut It

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and slipped his grey T shirt over his shoulders. He snatched his jeans off the thick beige carpet and shuffled into them. Bransen snuck up behind him, on his knees and ran his hands down either side of his chest and leaned close to his ear.

“Don't go," he whispered. Harry smiled.

"I have to. Lou thinks I’m out getting coffee. If I leave now and pick some up quickly, I can tell him there was a really long line and the machine broke," Bransen laughed gently and moved to sit next to Harry on the side of the bed. He ran a hand through his black, blue and purple hair that imitated the cut and style of the band’s Zayn Malik.

"Why do you make up such intricate stories?" He mused, looking into Harry’s eyes with his own perfectly hazel ones. Harry shrugged.

"Its more believable than ‘I had a meeting,’" he explained, simply, before kissing the other boy and standing to leave. Bransen stood with him and kissed his cheek.

"Goodbye, Love," he said. Harry waved as he walked through the front door.

He unlocked his car doors and hopped inside. Picking up his phone that he’d left on the seat earlier he noticed he’d had four missed calls from Louis. As he drove away, he decided to call his boyfriend. He hit speed dial #2 and waited to hear Louis’ answer. Instead, it went straight to voicemail.

"Shit," harry whispered, tossing his phone into the seat next to him. He cut over three lanes and sped home the rest of the way. When he finally got to the home he and Louis’ shared, he parked and ran inside. Louis sat at the kitchen table and carelessly flipped through a magazine. His phone rested beside a glass of water. He didn’t look up when Harry walked in. 

Harry came from behind him and wrapped his arms around the other boy’s shoulders. Louis looked up and kissed Harry gently. A wave of relief rushed through him. Louis hadn’t found out. Then, Louis’ face went serious. He looked back to his magazine and flipped around, looking for a certain page.

"Sweetie, would you mind explaining this?" He pointed to a page adorned with pictures of Harry and a boy dressed in skinny jeans and a neon green t shirt in a Starbucks together. He recognized the pictures as him and Bransen chatting at a table and holding hands in line and getting in Harry’s car together. There was a headline in block lettering that read "Harry Styles caught with Manchester Model"

"I…" Harry began. He bit his lip.

"Yes?" Louis prompted. 

"Ive never seen him before in my life," Harry lied blantantly. 

"Right. What’s his name?" Louis raised his eyebrows. Harry looked down and sighed.

"Bransen. Bransen Fontaine."

"Is he a better boyfriend than me or something?" Louis’ voice shook. "Is that what this is about? Am I not enough for you?" Harry’s eyes widened.

"No! No! No!" He took Louis’ head in his hands, "Louis I love you. Why would I ever cheat on you? Thats crazy. You’re all I need. You’re everything I want. Hell, you’re way more than that. You’re more than I deserve. This is just a stupid tabloid, ok? Don’t listen to any of it.”

Louis smiled and shook his head modestly. Harry kissed him gently. Louis wrapped one of his hands around harry’s head and tangled his fingers into his curly, thick hair, kissing back. Harry moaned quietly and lifted Louis from his chair. The two made their way to the bedroom.

An hour later, Louis stood in the bathroom just to the side of the bedroom, dousing his face with water. Harry lay in the bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Louis took a washcloth and dampened it with warm water; he wiped over his face once more and a few strands of sandy hair. He groaned.