Addiction (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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Yesterday was wonderful. Harry stayed over until around nine last night watching Home Alone with me until finally it was time for him to go home. It's Christmas morning and I was sitting by the fireplace watching as my step-mom was opening a gift from dad while dad was watching her. Ana was opening a gift from dad and I was just enjoying watching them all. 

After opening all of our gifts, we all hugged and thanked each other, like we do every year after opening every gift. Ana and I then took our presents to our rooms and I went back downstairs to clean up the ripped wrapping paper.

Dad was in the kitchen dealing with the turkey since the entire family was coming over to our house to eat this year. Katherine was bouncing back and forth all over the kitchen also, making dishes to eat later. Ana had came down the stairs and into the living room as she said, "I was thinking about having Devon over today," I raise my eyebrows at her and say "Oh, really? I thought you and him were having some sort of.. Problems?" I say in a slight shock.

"We worked it out. Is it a bad idea?" She asks. "It's up to you, Ana. Dad can't get mad about you seeing him, you're eighteen. Just tell dad you've been talking to him for awhile and you met him at college and that you were wanting him to come over." I explain to my sister who then tells me I should have Harry over also so all of the attention won't be on her for having a boyfriend at a family gathering.

I tell her I'll think about it.. I walk into the kitchen to throw all of this wrapping paper in the garbage can. "Lia," My dad says as I look up to see him leaning against the counter and I'm shoving wrapping paper in the garbage can.

"I think you should invite that Harry guy over." What is wrong with my family? I slightly laugh at my own thought  and say, "Ana said the same thing." 

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And before I could invite Harry over, he invited himself. With a text that said, "It's Christmas and I'm coming over." I then texted him the time to come over and here he was. at three pm along with the rest of my family.

Ana had Devon over a few family members were asking about them both which Ana and I had introduced them. 

Harry and I were currently standing in the kitchen, majority of my family members had a glass of wine in their hands, all but a few uncles who knew their wife would be drunk by the end of the night and somebody had to drive home.

I gently tug on Harry's black jacket as he turns to me and I walk away with him following along. I make my way up the stairs as I hear Harry's boots hitting the wooden floors behind me and they then begin quite as I assume he's up the stairs. 

I open the door to my dim bedroom, the only light coming from the small lights above my curtain. I stand in front of my full-body mirror as I stare at myself, waiting for Harry to come in.

Minutes later the curly haired boy is standing right behind me. All black clothes covering his body. Black sweatshirt, black jeans, black boots. The tattoo's on his chest peek through the collar of his shirt with every move he makes. 

Harry eyes me in the mirror as I slightly turn my head and look at the floor. Harry places his hands on my hips as his lips are then placed in the nape of my neck, leaving gentle smooth kisses there. He then wraps his arms around my waist and begins leaving kisses across my shoulder. 

Turning me around quickly, Harry's hands are then brought to my hair, moving it out of my face as he stares at me quietly. His lips smash against mine as I kiss him back with hunger. My hands are placed on Harry's elbows as he still has his hands on my jawline. Suddenly a noise comes from the bathroom next to my bedroom as Harry and I break the kiss with a slight jump at the sound. 

Harry and I freeze in our spots as I stare into his beautiful jade eyes as he stares into mine. "We should probably go back downstairs," He says as I nod. "But wait," I say as I face my mirror again, grabbing my phone out of the pocket on my red dress, "Picture," I say answering Harry's slightly confused face.

Harry stands behind me once again wrapping his arms around my waist as he places his head in the nape of my neck again as I click the button on my camera to take the picture. His fingers quickly move against my waist, tickling me. I laugh as I click the button once again. Harry takes my phone from me and I hear the noise of the camera once again. Kissing Harry, the camera clicks once more.