Little Things (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1 | Cassidy

~For Kassandra~

I stared back at my reflection in the shiny bathroom mirror as I applied my makeup, pointing out every single imperfection and flaw I had.

'Ew, Cassidy. You're ugly, repulsive, and worthless.' The devilish voice in my head hissed at me.

I winced.

I knew I wasn't beautiful, I'm far from it. I just needed my conscience to stop screaming it at me every time I saw myself. Whether it was in a picture or my reflection in a window, it'd always be there to put me down.

I had dull blue colored eyes that everyone claimed were beautiful, although I've always thought otherwise. My soft, sandy-blonde hair fell just past shoulder length, fringe pushed over to the right, dull as well. My skin was pale, but fair.

Sighing, I concentrated on continuing to cover my face in makeup.

"You don't need to put that stuff on your face, Cassie. You're absolutely beautiful without it." I heard a warm voice whisper into my right ear as they wrapped their strong arms around my waist.

I gasped and jumped slightly in surprise. My heart was beating as fast as a hummingbird's wings.

I abruptly spun around in the person's arms to see who it was, rather than looking into the mirror. My eyes met with the beautiful emerald green ones that belonged to my lovely boyfriend, Harry Styles.

Harry and I have been dating for the past 4 months. Those four months have been the best of my life. He made me feel a little less insecure about myself and kept me grounded.

We started off like any other cliché love story would; as friends.

I can remember it just as though it were yesterday...

"Harry! Cut it out!" I gasped for air as his fingertips gently grazed over my stomach and sides, tickling me.

I was sprawled out on the white carpeted floor of his living room, getting the air tickled out of me.

We were hanging out at his flat on a lazy Friday night, watching films. I had stolen his bag of crisps, and this was Harry's form of torture

With all my might, I tried to roll him off of my petite body, but his muscular arm kept me pinned down as his other was used to keep tickling me aimlessly.

"S-s-stop!" I cried.

Harry smirked.

"What's the magic word?" He chuckled.

"Abracadabra?" I giggled out, breathlessly.

"I'll ask you one more time, Cassidy Anne Stevens. What's the magic word?" He said sternly, although I could hear the smirk in his smooth voice.

"P-please!" I breathed out.

"Please, what?"

"Please stop t-t-tickling m-me, Haz!"

"Good girl." He joked as seized his tickling and stood up from the hard floor.

Harry grinned victoriously, a flash of mischief crossing his perfect green eyes as he stuck out his hand to help me up.

I gratefully took his hand, ecstatic to finally to be off the floor.

Harry then smirked cheekily, and pulled me off the ground with a little too much force. I stumbled over my own two feet, causing me to slam right into his chest with a small "oomph".

He quickly wrapped his strong arms around my waist in order to keep me stable.

There we stood. Warm bodies pressed against each other. Me wrapped up in Harry's arms, and it felt right.

I warily looked up into his gorgeous eyes to see if I could see any signs of the same emotions swimming though his.

"Cassie, c-can I ask you a question?" He stuttered out nervously.

I was quite surprised to see him so nervous; Harry was usually so cheeky and bold.

"You just did, but sure." I smirked.

He rolled his eyes, seeming to relax a little.

"Okay," he muttered shakily, "c-can I kiss you, Cassidy?" His deep, rich voice sending shivers up and down my spine as he spoke my name

My breath hitched as I realized how close Harry's face actually was. His lips were literally a mere two inches away from mine.

Gazing at his perfect lips longingly I wondered what it would feel like to kiss Harry, my best friend.

I have never thought of Haz like that - as more than a friend - but his lips looked so soft, so irresistible.

I licked my lips and nodded.

He eagerly leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against mine. I felt butterflies - no, dragons - in the pit of my stomach.

I pressed my lips harder against his, greedily soaking up all the pleasure his lips gave me, just by simply touching mine.

I felt as though I had been struck with lightning, unknown energy pumping through my veins. It was as though sparks were flying.

My hands seemed to have a mind of their own and they tangled themselves into his dark curly hair, feeling its silkiness.

Harry tightened his arms around my waist as though he thought I was going to vanish into thin air if he ever thought to let go.

The kiss ended all too soon.

"Wow," he whispered, slightly out of breath.

"Cassidy, I don't think I can carry on being friends with you." Harry said, backing away from me slightly.

My eyes widened. He did want to be friends with me anymore? But he just kissed me. I felt sparks; he must've felt them too. I didn't want to lose him-

He chuckled, "Calm yourself, what I meant was, I want you to be mine. All mine, and only mine."

He gazed into my eyes, grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. I beamed back at him, my face probably glowing with happiness.

"Harry, I'd love to be yours, all yours, and only yours." I mocked as I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.