my sister's boyfriend's bestfriend ⋆ a harry styles fanfiction

20: you sunshine, you temptress

Author's note: I realize I never really established the casting for this novel. I know I like to imagine the characters myself when I am reading a book - but I put a photo collage on this chapter for your reference if you want to know what I see when I write. Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

I never quite noticed how the morning sun poured into my room until I saw Harry, bathed in its golden glow, lying peacefully in my bed. The light slipped through the curtains, casting soft amber over his skin, making it seem as if he were glowing from within. He looked ethereal, like something out of a dream, the white mattress like the perfect cloud for an angel to rest on.

I laid there watching every rise and fall of his chest as he slept. Our limbs remained a tangled mess from the night before, but I refused to pull away. I laid perfectly still, pretzeled between his legs, hoping he wouldn't wake up; hoping we could stay in this moment forever.

Harry was here, in my bed, and we finally kissed.

I replayed the moment in my mind, like a record set to repeat, each detail etched vividly into my being. The way he held me close, his tattooed arms wrapped around me like they were made to fit. When he laid me down, our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, a silent harmony we didn't have to think about. For weeks, so much had been left unspoken between us, hazy and undefined, but the instant our lips met, everything seemed to fall into place. In that kiss, every doubt and hesitation vanished, replaced by a clarity that was undeniable. No matter how hard we tried to avoid it, I wanted him, and he wanted me.

In truth, I wanted all of him—every part of him, more than what we shared last night. I'd never felt this pull toward someone before, this craving for intimacy that went beyond words. But just as the moment crept into sight, I pulled back, stopping before things went further. I had never shared that part of myself with anyone before, and I wanted to wait until the moment was right. I knew losing my virginity on a bare mattress in my empty room was not the way to go. But in that moment, I knew, I wanted it to be with Harry. He understood instantly, without me having to say a word and withdrew his hands from the places I wanted him most. I groaned even though it was my decision.

"Don't worry" He spoke softly into my ear.

"I'll be waiting, whenever you're ready".

He fell beside me onto the mattress and we held each other, staring up at the ceiling, talking softly in the darkness. I told him everything, stories I'd never thought to share with anyone else, things about my childhood, my insecurities, but also my hopes and my dreams for the future. And he listened, really listened, as if each word I spoke held the secrets of the universe. His gaze never wandered, his green eyes full of warmth and attention. His curls bobbed as he nodded, a faint smile playing at his lips as he soaked in every mundane story, every silly detail.

In those hours, I felt something I'd never felt before—seen and heard in a way that felt real. It was as if he saw right into me, accepting each part of me, even the ugly and broken ones. I felt like I could talk for hours, and he would listen, hanging on every word. And so, we did. We talked until the inky blackness of the night transformed into orange hues of the sunrise. I don't remember falling asleep. But laying here in Harry's arms, I remember what we had - a perfect night.

Then, without warning, a loud noise tore through the peaceful silence.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

The sound echoed through the house, sharp and jarring, snapping us both out of our drowsy haze.

"What's that?" Harry groaned, his voice thick and raspy with sleep, an edge of irritation mixed with his morning warmth. His face scrunched as though he had tasted something sour. I couldn't help but melt at the sight. Even upset he was gorgeous.