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: falling for someone means you have to accept the inevitability of heartbreak. Too bad you're too stubborn and proud, and a bit scared to accept it, even if it's about Harry.
word count: 6k
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He watches you carefully. The music fills Harry's hotel room as you stare at the blank TV in front of you. He's studying your reaction carefully. He doesn't want to hear your opinions about the album until you've listened to it all the way through. It would be the first time hearing most of the songs on the album and you were excited to hear each song. What you hadn't expected was for the album to make you cry. You had to take a small pause after listening to Falling.
"What is it, love?" Harry's voice is soft and he reaches for your hand, squeezing it gently. It sends a jolt through your body. You look at him with tears in your eyes. It blurs your vision and you take a deep breath.
You know Harry loved Camille. She made him happy when they were together, it was clear on his face whenever you saw him. It didn't matter that you had a feeling she was using him for fame and money. He was happy, and you learned to be happy for him, despite how much it hurt.
Flashes of the break up are at the forefront of your mind. Harry's red rimmed eyes and swollen cheeks as he mourned the breakup and drank himself stupid. The way his hands wandered on your hips when you were both a little too drunk to care and the way you felt afterwards. You pushed the memory to the back of your mind. It didn't mean anything. You were both drunk and you wouldn't allow yourself to be a rebound, despite how much you enjoyed feeling his hands on you.
You let out a small, nervous laugh. You swallow hard and tear your gaze from his to look out the window. "I'm sorry," you whispered.
Harry's eyes pinch together in confusion and he reaches to hold your chin. He forces you to look at him and he brushes away your tears. "Why in the world are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for."
"You were so heartbroken. I should've done more to be there for you, to be a better friend. I should've told you the truth. I should've been honest."
Harry stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face. "What are you talking about?"
"I never liked her. When I first met her, something was off. I couldn't tell what it was, but now after listening to just this portion of the album, it makes sense. I didn't say anything because I wanted you to be happy and you were, despite how I felt about her."
Silence falls between the two of you and you swallow hard. You let out a nervous breath and break away from Harry's intense stare.
