Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

Braids

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Harry's at your house, and he asks you to braid his hair.

Warning(s): a sad backstory, tears, fluff, confessions, not edited (i wrote this in record time, and i felt like if i edited it, i would change the whole thins so <33)

A/N: Okay so basically I wanted to write a piece that included braiding long hair Harry's hair but I needed a little bit of a plot so I made this little piece!! Also, Harry isn't famous in this piece :)

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You and Harry have been friends for a long time. He moved into the house next to yours when you were seven and he was eight, and you've been inseparable ever since. Everyone used to tell you that it would be so cute if you and Harry were to date. It was always "you guys are so in love, why aren't you together?" and "when are you going to start dating?" What nobody ever realized, though, was that he was the one that was never in love.

Even at a young age, you knew how you felt about Harry. You knew that there was a love for him that you'll never feel for anyone else. He never felt the same way, though, so you watched him go through girlfriends over the years while you were the only constant in his life. You were always supportive of whoever or whatever he wanted to do. Multiple times throughout your teen years, you helped Harry get with the people that he was interested in.

Regardless of how much it would hurt you, you'd never let him know how you felt. Especially when you saw him lose feelings for people overnight. You'd rather never have a taste of what it's like to be his than to only be his for a few days before he lost all feelings for you.

Now, you're twenty and living on your own. When you both moved out a year ago, you had been roommates, but there were only so many of his one night stands that you could handle before you had to get your own place. Now that you have your own apartment, you still see Harry just about every day, but you don't have to hear his nightly flings.

Harry has an annoying habit of inviting himself over, which is apparently what he decided to do tonight. You're in the bathroom, applying a hydrating face mask as his signature knock pattern echoes through your apartment.

You giddily make your way to the door. Regardless of how agitated his random appearances can make you, due to the fact that you're usually right in the middle of something when he comes knocking, you never fail to be ten times happier when he shows up.

As soon as you open the door, his arms are wrapped around your waist and his face is buried into your neck. "I missed you, dove."

You giggle, both at his words and the way that his breath tickles you as it fans over your skin. "H, we just saw each other yesterday."

"Too long." You can feel him pout into your neck and you know it's only going to get worse once you pull away to close the door. The thought makes you stay where you are for a moment, arms wrapped his shoulders while he rocks you back and forth.

Once you find it in yourself to pull back from him, he's whining for you to come back to him.

"H, are you drunk?" He rolls his eyes and shoves you playfully.

"No, I'm not drunk. I just missed you. Can't I just want to hold you?" You turn to shut the door and then face him again.

You finally get a good look at him and you want to kick yourself for not noticing how broken down he looks. His hair is in a bun, but there are pieces falling out of the hair tie and flying everywhere. His face is red and splotchy, like he's been rubbing at it for hours. His eyes are swollen and his lips look as if he's been busying them between his teeth all day.