Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

Mercy

You've got a hold of me
Don't even know your power
I stand a hundred feet
But I fall when I'm around you

Having a roommate can be hard, that's a known fact. You must get along with your roommate, communicate, and have compatible personalities for the arrangement to work. If any one of those things are off, the entire thing can fall apart.

Having a roommate is hard, but having clearly unrequited feelings for your roommate is even harder. There were multitudes of issues that came with this.

He couldn't see you in your shared living space without his stomach tying itself in knots. When you were in the same room with him, close enough to where he could smell your perfume and hear you breathe, his heart goes into overdrive. It's like his pulse is trying to get first place in the race, and he can't slow it down for the life of him. Which isn't always a great thing because he'll get out of breath quickly and then he'll have to go on the search for his inhaler because he genuinely cannot breathe.

It hadn't started like this, Harry hadn't always had feelings for you. But after living with you for almost a year, he had gotten to know every part of you. He had seen the ups and the downs, the good and the bad. He was there when you were laughing so hard that tears were streaming down your face, and he was also there when you were sobbing to the point that you almost got sick.

He had seen you at your worst, but that didn't mean that much to you. He was just a friend, a close one at that.

That killed him. More than anything, he didn't want to be your friend. He yearned to be the person that you fell asleep with and woke up curled into. To be the person that got to show you the love and affection that you deserve. To get the privilege of loving you.

But he knows that the feelings are unrequited, knows that you don't see him that way. At first, he had thought you could. That maybe, just maybe, you could have the tiniest hint of feelings for him.

But that thought was quickly squashed by the boyfriends, and the one night stands, and the crushes. All of which you talked to him about. He knows you, talking to someone you like about things like that isn't something that you do.

Harry had spent a long time mourning something that had never begun, and then he realized that the feelings weren't going to go away. He hoped and prayed that they would, but they never did.

So, he spent just about every single day wishing that he was yours, but never being able to say that he was.

He spent his waking hours being constantly brought down by you. Not in a purposeful way. It's just that as Harry Styles, the worldwide musical sensation, he was sort of used to getting what he wanted. He wasn't cocky or anything, but he was confident in who he was. But there was just something about you that made him feel completely inferior, all because he wasn't someone that you had feelings for.

Show me an open door
Then you go and slam it on me
I can't take anymore 
I'm saying baby

Living with Harry was pure torture. There's no other way to put it. Living under the same roof with someone that you're head over heels for, but not being able to show them is absolute torture.

You had tried to tell him, tried to hint to him that you were into him. For a while, you would hug him more, would just go up to him and hug him at random times. You'd order him food when you ordered your own, even if he didn't ask for it. You'd invite him to watch movies with you and then say you were cold so that you could share the blanket with him.

He never seemed to take the hints, however, never seemed to understand what you were trying to say. At first, you thought ath he was just being dumb about the whole thing and not realizing that you were trying to show him how much you cared about him.