Harry Styles Blurbs (Reader Insert)

falling*

this blurb contains smut, please read with caution. 9.4k words. happy birthday, harry. 

It's a weird thing, not being able to keep your eyes off your best friend.

It's nothing new, really. He's sitting on your couch like he's done many, many times before. Even the container of greasy, delicious Chinese takeout in his hands is the same as ever. Sure, his hair is a little longer now — compared to the last time you saw him nearly two months ago. The night is still fresh in your memories — he was all smiles, politely accepting thank you's from all the well-wishers at his after-party. His first solo world tour had just ended then — and while one might think he'd be on top of the world, a few select in the room could sense the turmoil of brewing emotions hidden behind those enchanting green eyes.

He was off to Tokyo for two months just the next day, a muffled voicemail delivering the news to you. He promised he was okay, that he just needed some time to work through things on his own. Things — meaning dealing with his first true taste of heartbreak. And in theory — you understood his itch to get away, to disappear and just be. But a tiny, tiny part of you still wonders why he couldn't ask for your advice, lean on you like you've leaned on him countless times in the past. Isn't that what a best friend is for? Support and a listening ear and the ability to share the most heartbreaking moments of your life with.

Maybe that's why you can't stop staring at him — because you missed him so terribly.

Every single action of his since he walked through your front door an hour ago, you've carefully watched. Right now, his brows are furrowed together, trying to chase the last piece of chicken in his takeout container with a pair of chopsticks. His lips are in a tight line, eyes trained in focus as he tips the container just the right way and is able to grab the piece. He successfully plops it into his waiting mouth, smiling in triumph as he sets the container down on your coffee table.

He turns, green eyes meeting yours. His chewing slows as he raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to say something first since this is the second time he's caught you staring. Ever the gentleman, of course, he waits until he's done chewing to speak up.

"Should I be worried that you keep staring?"

Finally, you manage a smile, looking down at your own container in newfound interest. "Just making sure I can soak you in as much as possible. Don't know if you'll disappear again."

It's meant to be light-hearted, but you can feel Harry stiffen up next to you. It's only for a moment because he's scooting across your couch and drawing his arm around your shoulders, tucking you against his side.

Your head leans against his shoulder and his chin rests on top of it, just like always.

"Not going anywhere anytime soon," he promises you in an earnest voice. His lips press to the top of your hair and your eyes flutter shut.

You feel selfish, for making him feel guilty, but he's never up and left without talking to you; without letting you in. Even when he's on tour, he always manages to keep you in the loop.

"You know... you can talk to me, H," you say, your voice soft. The words have been on your mind since you heard that voicemail in the quiet morning hours, remembering how torn his voice sounded. "About anything. I'm always here for you."

"I know, love," Harry confirms. He pulls away just a bit. "Look at me," he murmurs, waiting until you finally lift your gaze. He gives you a sweet smile, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. "M'sorry I left how I did. But I promise you, I'm doin much better now."

You scan his features, searching for a hint of doubt or hesitation. When you find nothing of the sort, the tension in your shoulders melts away.

"Now," Harry says while reaching for the remote, "Can we pick a movie or are we watching commercials all night?"