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.
description: in which Harry keeps seeing Y/n, and can't get her off his mind. And, it turns out Y/n has been thinking about Harry too.
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The first time he saw her, he swore he had seen an angel that had fallen straight from the skies. And truly, it wasn't Harry's fault he couldn't keep his wandering eyes off of her, she was enchanting. He licked his lips and wondered what her lips tasted like. Probably strawberries, he had decided. She looked sweet, and soft. Her skin seemed to glow under the lowlights of the restaurant, and he decided then she was one of the most gorgeous women he'd seen around this part of town.
He didn't mean to stare for so long, just wanted to take in every part of her as he sipped his drink, that had turned lukewarm nearly half an hour ago. Had he really let a woman keep him watching for that long, it seemed he certainly had, but he was in no mood to complain. He'd watch her for the rest of the night if he didn't have a foot of paperwork waiting for him on his desk back at the office.
But really, how could he complain about the way her dress kept riding up, everytime she sat back down at the table, showing a small part of her gorgeous legs to him. Or how every time she'd throw her head back laughing, at what he presumed to be a joke told by one of the men she had come here with, he could see straight down into her dress. He really didn't mean to be a perv, truly, he was simply admiring, and that was no crime.
A breath was caught his throat when her eyes, for the first time that night, met his. She gave him a knowing look, she had felt his gaze on her for most of the night. And it wasn't that Y/n was a cocky woman, but she knew she was attractive and obviously the watching man thought so too. Besides, she had gotten tired of the jokes being told by John, or maybe it was Josh, she honestly couldn't remember, an hour ago. She was insanely bored, and there was absolutely no reason to sit there and be bored any longer, especially with the handsome stranger eyeballing her the way he was.
She excused herself from the table, telling John (or Josh) that she had better "get home," something about being tired, but she wasn't tired of anything except her date. Her long tan legs carried her straight to the bar where the mystery man sat.
"So is it like you to stare at women all night and not talk to 'em," her words had a certain kind of sass to them, and Harry decided then that he was fucked. He tried not to watch the way her red lips moved as she spoke, but it was obvious that didn't go as planned when his pants got a little too tight for his liking.
Harry really hadn't expected the beautiful woman to talk to him, hell he didn't even think she'd noticed his gaze throughout the night. "Cat got your tongue, pretty boy," he could practically hear the smirk in her voice, "asked you a question, didn't I?" For the second time that night Harry knew he was completely, utterly, fucked.
