A week has passed since your sort of date with Harry that ended with a kiss. He had left for New York for some appearances and wouldn't be back until later in the week. Despite the time difference and your schedules, you two had found time to FaceTime or call one another. The conversations started with mostly small talk, but as each conversation grew longer it turned into more.
Neither have you had really addressed the kiss until about the third conversation a few days into his trip. You were rambling about something you don't even remember, when all of a sudden Harry just blurted out, "I really wish I could kiss you right now."
You stopped mid-sentence looking into the phone, noticing a bit of redness tinting his cheeks, "Why? So, I'll stop talking?" You joked.
"No," he laughed adjusting the phone. "Because just one kiss wasn't enough for me and you're looking really hot right now."
"Oh, well, thank you," you smirked flipping your hair back. "But if it's any consolidation, I wouldn't mind kissing you again, too."
"So, you're perfectly fine with picking me up at the airport when I land in a few days?" He smirked.
"I'll send you my Uber rates," you joked.
He laughed shaking his head, "Have spoken with my sister lately?"
"Um, I'm actually grabbing drinks with her tonight," you said. "Why? Is there something you want me to tell her or not tell her?"
"Well, she's probably going to ask about us," he said.
"Yep, it'll probably be the first topic of conversation," you laughed. "Since we both know she'll ask, what do you want me to tell her?"
"A huge fucking part of me wants to not tell her because the last thing I want to hear is her bragging that she was right," he laughed. "It was bloody annoying when we were younger and it's still bloody annoying now."
"So, what you're saying is don't tell her that we're talking and that you kissed me?" You smirked.
"Pretty sure you kissed me back, love," he smirked. "You're just as guilty."
"Better lock me up and throw away the key then," you joked.
"Don't tempt me," he winked.
"Anyway," you laughed. "Back to your sister."
He coughed, "Right, even though I rather not hear her bragging, she'll find out eventually, so might as well get used to it."
"Sounds good," you smiled. "Besides it wouldn't feel right lying to her. She is my best friend."
"I don't know why, but hearing you say that makes me happy," he said.
"And hearing you say that makes me happy," you smiled.
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Later that day, you arrived at the restaurant where you were meeting Gemma for dinner and drinks. You had a meeting that ran over, so you were practically power walking to get there. When you walked inside, you instantly saw her and made your way over.
"So, sorry," you gasped. "Meeting ran late."
"No worries," she smiled. "Everything okay though?"
"Yeah, we've got a photoshoot set up with an artist tomorrow, so we are going over details, plus we're recording for the Podcast tomorrow, too, so just... we go through spurts where we have plenty of time to get shit done and the other's it's like we're grasping at it," you said.

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Harry Styles One Shot Collections
FanfictionA collection of One-Shots I've written over the years. There's a mix of all topics and concepts. Most are single posts, but a few may be more than one. I'll number them so you know! :)