Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
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One Week Later
"Hey, Har...change of plans!" you exclaimed as you peaked through a door in Harry's house. You'd hung out together at your apartment once since your phone retrieval visit and the two of you had been texting constantly. You loved Harry's company and Harry couldn't get enough of you. Harry had called you late last night, 'Want t'take you out tomorrow, love.' his voice was groggy as if he was about to fall asleep. You'd instantly agreed and drove over to his house the next day. He was leaving back to London on Saturday, so it was your last day to see him for awhile.
Inside the door you had just opened, a beautiful vintage convertible sat. You had found the garage. "You are so driving this," you turned to see the man who held your entire heart in his hands walking up beside you. Harry reluctantly agreed and leaned down to kiss your cheek.
"Ready?" he questioned, holding up the soft blanket he had retrieved for your coastal picnic. You nodded, proudly displaying the little picnic basket you had packed full with food. Simultaneously the two of you reach for each other's free hands, clasping them together and walking out to the car.
"I'm on aux, you can focus on the road," you told Harry when both of you went for the cassette device that functioned to allow you to play music from your phone despite the age of the car. Harry loved how assertive you were even if it meant he didn't always get his way. That was one of the reasons he liked you so much, your strength, your ability to hold your own in any situation, even with him, opposite of how a lot of people treated him in the industry in bids to get in his good graces. You were his match, so similar, yet so unique.
The pair of you started out on the road. Harry wore a white t-shirt with a blue bee slogan, purple trousers, and some clean white vans. His rings and pearl necklace wrapped up the look. His tattooed arms starkly contrasting the crisp white of his shirt. His eyes on the road were covered by large sunglasses, but his hair flew out behind him as the wind rushed over the car. You had chosen high waisted mom jean style denim shorts and a lavender femme top with a mesh white floral overlay, it had ties on the shoulders and it complimented your skin color perfect, tanned in from your life in the golden state. You too had your rings on and a silver necklace with your first initial hidden in the pendant. Even your clothes complemented each other.
The first song to play through the speakers was Joni Mitchell's "California." You looked over to see Harry smile and you two began to sing along. You didn't talk much on the ride, staying silent other than singing along when you pleased, but you always made sure not to overpower the actual song, you didn't like to do that if the music was there for ambiance. Harry would speak up a little when passing various things, just simply pointing them out. Then, after the first notes of "California Dreamin'" came on Harry couldn't help buy say, "Y/N, seriously? S'not like I don't love these songs, but please tell me you didn't just search up 'California' and are playing tha'?" All you did was shush him and tell him this was one of your favorite songs before singing along.
