Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

We Don't Have To Be Ordinary

Harry had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. You had grown up with him, spending almost every possible moment with one another. You moved into the neighborhood at some point during elementary school. Was it third grade? Or no, maybe fourth? All you remember is that you were young and you were scared. Scared of leaving all your old friends behind and trying to make new ones. Scared of going to a new school that you could easily get lost in.

The day that you moved in, he walked right on over and asked if you wanted to come play with him. You obviously said yes, you weren't a rude little kid. Plus, you thought that maybe he could be your first friend. He seemed cool, like he would be a good choice to be around. You went out into his yard to play random games until it was dark and your parents were yelling for you to come in.

And so started the friendship that was more important to you than all others. Which was a statement that you had proved many times, a plethora of which took place within the past few years.

There were times when you'd have friends that didn't like him and you'd drop them the moment they started talking bad about him. You were a simple friend, and you made sure everyone knew it. Your only stipulation was that nobody could talk bad about anyone that you associate yourself with. In your opinion, there was no use in talking about someone in a rude way and you really didn't like the drama of it all. So. If anyone did try to start something, they got blocked and you never even looked at them again.

Throughout your life, Harry had been the only person who had never said something out of the way to you. Sure, you had gotten into some arguments, but he had never judged you for the choices that you had made, or the people that you chose to associate yourself with. Even when the two of you got to high school and he started climbing to the top of the hierarchy known as popularity, he never once judged you for choosing to not tag along with him.

He respected your choices, never pushed you too far out of your comfort zone. And he never, ever left you to fend for yourself.

At one point, high school made you feel like the last fish in a pool full of sharks. All the boys had something to say about how there was no way you weren't sleeping with Harry and that you probably opened your legs for him whenever he asked, which was bad enough by itself. But then, to top it off, all the girls hated you because, no matter what, he chose you over them.

You tried to make high school as simple as possible. You went to class, did your work, and then either went home or hung out with Harry. Throughout the entirety of the four years, he was the only person that continuously stayed by your side.

Which is why, the day before you both move into your dorms, you feel like it's time to tell him the thing that you've never told anybody. You hadn't even told your parents yet. But honestly, you trusted H more than your parents so it made quite a bit of sense to tell him first.

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You had been trying to find the perfect moment to tell him, but none really seemed to present themselves, so you just decided to go for it. What is it that he's always telling you to do? Live in the moment?

"H, I'm bi." You blurt, wincing. There was definitely a better way to go about that, but oh well. It's out there now.

"Alright." He says, still packing the boxes into the car.

"Alright?" He puts the box down in the trunk and turns toward you.

"I mean, it doesn't change how I look at you. I still love you, you're still my best friend." He rushes to get out, realizing that just saying alright probably wasn't the best choice. "The only thing that'll really change is that we'll be openly fighting over the same girls."

You scoff, "How do you know we even have the same taste in girls, Styles?"

"Because you actually have taste." He says, as if it's obvious. "If you had none, you wouldn't like the ones that I do, but that's not the case."

"Don't flatter yourself, you've picked a few that weren't amazing." You chuckle, remembering all the girls that he's gossiped to you about that were definitely not that great.

"Oh shush, I don't want to hear it." He groans, knowing for a fact that you're correct.

You smile, choosing not to say anything else. You climb into the car, content with how the conversation panned out. Now, you're on your way to college. Lectures, parties, and the boys and the girls are awaiting, and you're ready to start this next chapter of your life with your best friend by your side.

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