Harry Styles One Shot Collections

Till There's Nothing Left

*Based on the song Till There's Nothing Left by Cam

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You awoke just as the sun starting peeking in through the curtains of your bedroom. You looked over to the other side bed where your boyfriend of a few short months lay. He was wrapped up in the sheets as he slept on his stomach, drooling onto the pillow. You held back a bit of a giggle as you gently pressed kiss onto his head before slipping out of bed. You picked up his shirt up off the floor where it was discarded last night. You slipped your arms through and buttoned it up.

You walked over to your dressing to get a hair tie and pull your crazy sex and bed hair up into a bun. You then snuck over to get your journal from the drawer beside your bed. You make sure your movements were done quietly so as to not wake your boyfriend up. Once you got everything you needed, you tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind you.

You went down to the kitchen making yourself some coffee before grabbing your guitar and heading out to the backyard. You had an amazing view of the ocean at your house in Malibu and it was the perfect place to get some writing done. For the last few days, you had this melody stuck in your head and you were finally able to sit down and brainstorm a song for it.

You took a sip of your coffee and put it down onto the table taking you guitar into your hands. You messed around with some chords and strumming patterns to find the sound you heard in your head. It wasn't perfect, but it was close enough and gave you something to work with.

As you played the melody on the guitar, you looked out towards the beach. You smiled as you saw some of your nearby neighbors getting a run in already. You started humming along, which is something you always did prior to writing a song. It was weird, how you would just be playing a melody over and over again, start humming and then eventually words would replace the humming.

"Till there's nothing left... Till there's nothing left," you sang a bit as you continued playing the guitar.

You weren't sure how much time had gone by, but when Harry emerged outside carrying his own mug of coffee you had written everything but the bridge and end of the song. When you saw him walking towards you, wearing nothing but some jogger pants and sunglasses, you closed your journal and smiled over at him.

"Morning," you smiled.

"Morning, baby," he smiled kissing you quickly before sitting in the chair next to yours. "How long have you been up?"

"Not sure," you said. "Maybe an hour? A little longer."

He nodded running his hand through his hair, "So, can I hear what you've been working on?" He gestured towards the guitar in your hand.

"Maybe once it's actually finished," you smirked putting it down, propping it up against the edge of the table.

"Aw come on," he said. "Just a little sneak peek."

"When it's finished," you said. "I'll promise I'll play it for you before I even record it."

"I can handle that compromise," he said taking a sip of his coffee.

You got up from your chair walking over towards him. He opened his arms letting you sit on his lap and wraps his arms around you.

"What?" He asked as you stared at him with a smile on your face.

"Nothing, just, thinking about how much I love you," you smiled pushing a stray hair from his face.

"Okay, what do you want?" He joked.

"Other than you? Nothing," you smiled.

"Well, you've got me," he whispered.

"Good, because you've got me till there's nothing left," you whispered.