#47 The Interior Designer Part 2 (Harry Styles)

#47 The Interior Designer Part 2 (Harry Styles)

always wanted a The Interior Designer part 2

Part 2 for the interior designer pls?

Will there be a “The interior designer” part 2? Please make one, loved the first part and now i just want more 😍 

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE PART 2 to the interior designer 👩‍🎨🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Please write a part 2 for the interior designer. I really loved it.  

- Thank you for all the love and reading my work! 

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PART 1  

“I want all of the boxes delivered today. I don’t care about the delay. I want it now.” I heard him scream as I walked out of the little studio I owned as my office, now. He immediately kept his phone down. “Vic, I need to talk to you!” He came and held my arms. “Don’t do this. Five years with me. C’mon, don’t throw it away.” 

“What are you doing here? I told you not to come see me.” I shrugged out of his hands. 

“On a text message. A fucking text message, Victoria!” He yelled and then, got his voice in control. “You can’t end a five-year relationship on a text message.”

“Oh, but you can obviously cheat on your girlfriend of five years. I’m glad we are talking though. I think this is the most we have over, I can’t even remember.” I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, it has been a week since that, and I see you finally got time to mend whatever you think this is…” 

“I was working,” He started. 

“No, you were fucking a girl you’ve been seeing for five months now.” 

His eyes widened, he was shocked. I hadn’t mentioned anything about knowing in the text, “You know?”

“Not about all of your affairs, but this one I do,” I told him. It still hurt. 

“Madam, Mr Styles is waiting for you downstairs,” My assistant came through the door. 

“Harry Styles? What are you doing with him?” He shouted as I collected my things from the desk. “Answer me, Victoria,” I sighed. He really thought I was his doll. “Fucking answer me! Are you fucking him now? Huh?” He screamed

“He is my fucking client, you fucking asshole. Get lost, and don’t ever come back here,” I yelled and walked off before I cried in front of him. 

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“So, these are the three models you selected for the fridges,” I have him the booklet. “All of ‘em are available so, you just have to select one. Also, they stopped selling the model for the oven in your mum’s house, but this one is pretty close so, tell me if we should book it.”

“I like this one, you will merge it with the cupboards right?” Harry asked. 

“Yes, and we have the buyers ready for the old ones so, if you finalise the oven, we can get it delivered tomorrow.” 

“How are you holding up?” He asked suddenly. I came to work the very next day. It was extremely unprofessional to discuss my personal life and scream at HArry for my ruined relationship. This contract meant everything to me and, I didn’t want to risk it. 

“We rather not discuss my personal life, Harry,” I smiled. 

“I know, he was at your office today when I came to pick you up,” He said. “And, client and all, I know. I’m also your friend. I’m here for you,” He kept one hand on mine. 

“Thank you, I will be fine…really!” I told him. “Let’s move to the curtains. You’ve been postponing this since forever.”

“I can’t decide ‘em. These are the sheer ones?” He whined, opening the shade book. “Where are the heavy ones?” I handed him the other booklet. 

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The house was finished. I had finally set up his photo wall, and that was the last thing left to do. He was hosting a party tonight to celebrate it as well. “Hey, wow,” He stopped looking at the wall. 

“Are you happy?” I asked. 

“It’s beautiful. Thank you so much! This feels like home now,” He sighed. “Oh, here is the final cheque,” he said giving me the envelope. 

“Thank you so much,” I thanked the lord for my first payment alone. “So, this is it!” 

“It’s been an incredible journey! And now, you have your first showcase tonight. Lot more clients to come!” he cheered. 

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity and believing I could do it.”

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The party went in full swing, and I couldn’t believe the amount of appreciation I got for his house. I felt blessed and so lucky. Harry introduced me to different people, I’d never met before but should have since they knew my ex-boyfriend. He didn’t contact me after that day, and I was getting over him. It didn’t hurt now, and I was fine. 

“Ria, I didn’t invite him. I promise. But, I can’t throw him out either. It’ll be a controversy,” Harry whispered in my ear, as I saw my Ex move towards us. Harry’s hands were on my waist, and I saw his eyes focus there before he brought them up to scan me. I hated him. That was the only feeling in my heart. “Hey, man. How are you?” Harry greeted him like a kind host. 

They talked, and he looked at me, “Great work, Vic.” He said like he didn’t expect it. “You could design our house like this as well. I would’ve known your potential as well.” 

I hated dated this guy for five years for him to say this. “I think, it was Harry’s encouragement and support that I brought my true potential out - which obviously, ‘our’ house never had.” 

“When she gets on your nerves, and you’re bored of fucking her, we’ll talk-” He told Harry, ignoring me as my face reduced with his comment. 

“Oh no, I think it’s just you who has to fuck his way through to get work. She just did it with her talent,” Harry gave his classic smile and then, stare. My Ex rolled his eyes and walked off. “Are you okay?” He said, holding my face. “Don’t let him get to you.”

“Yep, I know. Thank you for sticking by me,” I smiled. 

“Let’s go meet more people!” He pulled my hand and took me inside the hall. 

After a few months…

“Hey!” I answered Harry’s call. We had been talking quite often, and I was hinting flirtation at most times. 

“So, you know I sold my L.A. house,” he told me. “And, I don’t know if you take international clients or not, but I bought an apartment in NYC and, it’s just not me. When can you schedule mine in?” 

“Next week, since you have been pestering my assistant for months!” 

“Oh yeah, that was me. I will see you next week. You might have to travel with me though, I’m touring.”

“I don’t think I can work in such conditions, Mr Styles,” I teased. “And, it’ll be weird. I mean, your Interior Designer is accompanying you on tour. So random!” 

“Yes, it won’t be so weird if you let me take you on that date you’ve been postponing. Then, it’ll be my girlfriend touring with me and designing our house!” 

“Did you just say our house?” 

“I did, huh, didn’t I?” he laughed. 

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#27 The Last Stick Standing Part 2 (Harry Styles)

LAST WEEK HERE!

SO HERE IS THE MUCH REQUESTED IMAGINE! 

(It’s quite long so, I hope you like the story!)

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PART 1

Maybe, time has a way of healing things. Maybe it is like a balm on a wound, and slowly it helps heal the cut. Slowly stop the blood from flowing, slowly start making a net to stop it. And, my life was like a sharp nail, that kept scratching at the wound till the blood started flowing again. I wanted to stop now. I couldn’t get myself to jump off the cliff. I couldn’t, and I wanted a fresh start now. So, I cut all my nails. It was time to start fixing myself before I blamed myself. It was time to redo. 

More time was spent by me. For the first time, in a long time, I didn’t look for the company that always wanted to surround myself. I grew up with the idea that having a group of people around you led to happiness, and Matthew had it. I just didn’t fit in that group. I visited the library, reading the self-help books which helped me a lot. Just to find peace at times, and for the time to go away. It hurt initially, I wanted what my brother had, what people around me had, but maybe I wasn’t meant for it. And that was okay. I didn’t have to conform according to the world around me, I could form a new path. 

It was difficult in the start. Keeping to myself, not crying, but it had been better lately. I was feeling better. I was taking care of myself now. I liked my body, my hair, my eyes, I was falling in love with myself for a start. Figured that was wrong, I had this need to always hold on to people to validate myself, first Matthew, then Harry. I had myself now, and it felt wonderful. I was laughing more. I was happy. I had a few people who I talked to in class, or some were library specific. Some were from the coffee shop I went to, but I kept a distance. Not till I was ready would I let them close, and I wasn’t ready yet. 

I didn’t go back home in the summer. I got myself an internship instead, and they paid me quite well. My parents weren’t pleased, but it was Matthew was upset. 

“You don’t have to work to run away from me,” He slammed his hand on the door. 

“I’m not running away from you or anyone for that matter,” I smiled. I smiled at him lately. No, I didn’t talk to him. It wasn’t healthy at first, I knew. But no one treated their family like that. And, I didn’t have to give respect when I didn’t receive any in return. He chose his girlfriend, his friends repeatedly over me. When I was treated like shit, he said nothing and, then expecting me to be all love and care, when we are alone was some shit. 

“Yes, you fucking are! I know you! You just want to ignore me like a punishment,” I rolled my eyes, “Like some revenge, and then blame all your shit on me in front of Mom and Dad like you always do!” He screamed and, I dropped my stuff I was holding in my hands. 

“Is that it then? You don’t want to be blamed for me not coming back home?” I folded my hands. 

“That’s not what I meant,” He tried to correct himself, but I knew better. 

“Well that’s shit, but don’t worry. I didn’t tell mum and dad anything about us. I want to work, and therefore I am. Not everything in this world is about you, you know.” I folded my arms,  “And, as far as my dealing with my shit goes, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.” 

“Giselle…” He came forward, and I stepped back. “You’re my sister, my twin…”

“You’ve lost all your rights to call me that. It shouldn’t matter to you. It isn’t going to make any difference to your life,” I got back to my work. “You should be glad I’m not coming back with you. The perfect child can be with his perfect parents who love him all alone!” 

“You don’t mean that,” He shook his head. 

“Why because it hurts you? Because it is finally being stated? You are the perfect child, the perfect little boy they wanted to have while I just came along with the package. Don’t tell me you haven’t felt me being treated like that, oh wait, you won’t know! Because you spent all your time gloating about how you got the better! It’s so in your face in everything. For people outside, we must be a family that provides equal chances to everyone, but we know it’s not. So, why don’t we accept it and move on. I will not live in this illusion that my parents love me like they love my brother, and then live in this complex my entire fucking life!” I yelled. 

“Gissy…” He tried to hold my hand. 

“You couldn’t even be there for your sister when she was actually in grave danger. What sort of a family is this? Did I tell you, I don’t get a call from mom, every Saturday. I call her, while she calls you! Thank fucking god, I got a scholarship for this place, or they wouldn’t have even sent me here while you weren’t even pressured to get one! Where were you during all this, Matthew? You don’t have the right to call yourself a brother. Go to your fucking girlfriend and family!” I screamed, it all came out. I couldn’t control it. There was so much that was never said, so much hidden, I couldn’t let it all out, no, this wasn’t right. “Get out!” 

Was he going to cry? He ran out before that, and I couldn’t help myself from following him. I didn’t see him, but I saw Harry standing in the hallway. He looked at me with shocked eyes, “What? Enjoying the show?” I slammed the door before he could answer. 

The good thing was that I saw none of them during the summer. It was a relief and a good escape. My internship was hectic but brilliant, and I earned quite a bit while my spending wasn’t much. It was good for me, mentally and emotionally. After I didn’t call mom for two weeks, she finally did. She screamed at me for not calling and about how worried she was, but couldn’t say much after I told her that she didn’t hear from me for two weeks, and dad didn’t send the money so, there wasn’t much worrying happening. The ‘enjoy with your son’ was another thing that stopped her. All my life I was treated like the second best. Like I wasn’t important, made to feel that way, if I wanted to stop pretending and get over this competition and want for attention, I had to start afresh. 

Today, I was soaking in the sun. My body was toned now by all the running and workouts I put in every day. My hair was longer, and I for the first time in a long time, felt happy in myself. I had made a few friends as well, and was hanging out with them when I saw him. 

He was tanned now, and I could see the muscles that developed over the summer. His eyes widened as they took me in, I did look different. 

“Hey Gissy, let’s go get those pancakes now. I’m sure they’re ready!” I offered Nick my hands, and he pulled me up. I felt his eyes follow me as I got up and walked to the stall. 

“Giselle,” I turned around knowing it was his voice. I smiled, “You look different.” 

“I grew my hair,” I nodded. “This is Nick,” I introduced my friend, and they greeted each other. 

“I’ll meet you there,” Nick nodded and I turned to Harry. 

“So, how was summer?” I asked. 

“Fine, yeah how was yours?” He asked. 

“Quite lovely, hectic but lovely,” I nodded, “So, I’ll see you around, yeah…”

He held my arm, “Where were you?” 

“What?” I asked. 

“You didn’t come back home. Why? I know you were mad at him, but he is your brother,” He frowned. “And, being as righteous as you claim you are, I expected you to be there.” 

“What are you talking about?” I frowned.

“Wait, you don’t know?” his eyes in shock. “Matthew, he met with an accident…how do you not know?” 

“What? How? When?” I took out my phone to see if I missed any call or message. I had nothing. 

“A week ago, he is bad, Giselle.” 

“I wasn’t…I didn’t…fuck!” 

“If you’d like, I’ll be leaving to see him in about an hour, I can give you a ride,” He said, and I nodded wiping my tears. He was my brother after all, and I couldn’t believe mom hadn’t mentioned anything! Not much could be expected out of them, though. 

Rushing back to my room, I packed my things and met Harry outside. It was a four-hour ride back home, and I couldn’t wait. “You know, that night when I had asked you out…” 

“I really don’t want to talk about this, Harry.” 

“Fuck! Why? Why can’t you give somebody else a chance to explain themselves! You did the same with Matthew when he constantly tried to reach out to you. He can’t help being who he is, but I have seen him fight every person who said shit about you. But he couldn’t always protect you! I don’t know what you guys had while growing up, but I know he genuinely does love you and care about you! Fuck, I saw him howling in the car after you slammed the door that night!” He yelled. 

“That night, I called him up to pick me up, the night you left me, remember? He switched off his phone to have sex with his girlfriend and came knocking at the door three hours later…” 

“He wasn’t having sex with his girlfriend, by the way,” Harry cut me off. “She had taken his phone, and thrown it across the room. When he went to fix it, it was broken. He then went to replace the model so, he could contact you. Meanwhile, that bitch hid his keys, and then after arguing for a long time, she finally gave it. He looked for you the entire night, I looked for you with him because for some reason he thought you weren’t safe. We finally gave up and reached your dorm where you were, thank god!” 

This was a perspective that I didn’t know. All this while, I thought he had left me alone, but he hadn’t. I had misjudged the situation so bad. 

“And as for me, if you’d let be explain myself,” He waited for me to interrupt. I didn’t. “I really liked as you as well. I still do for fucking’s sake, knowing how impulsive you are, and such a pessimist! I told you I was caught up with Ally and the gang. They had my book in their hand. Fucking never using a typewriter again in my life! And, all my books as well. They threatened to burn it, they actually did burn a few chapters to prove a point. Ross had my things which he was so ready to pour oil on and burn. Earlier, the plan was to mess around with you, and I thought fine. I will go with it, and then tell you everything they did so, you’ll understand and we’ll have our date!” 

I looked at him, wanting to know more, “But, it didn’t happen that way. Then, she didn’t stop the car when we went forward. Drove all the way to the pub and took me and kept me the entire time until Matthew came to look for you. He beat Joss up and, I handled Tyler and we rushed outta there.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” I asked, now crying. 

“I was so guilty for the longest time, Giselle. Knowing what had happened, knowing how you weren’t talking to Matthew, knowing I could lose you forever with one wrong word because you weren’t listening to anyone,, I just couldn’t do it. I loved you and I was so guilty. On your birthday when you went back home, I planned to tell you everything. But you were so broken, I didn’t know what to say to fix it. And then, you thought I liked Ally and hated you and, I was so guilty Gissy,” Harry shook his head. 

“Thought time would give me a chance, and when I built up the courage to tell you, you threw Matthew out, slammed the door, I couldn’t reach you with the wall you’d created.”

“Oh god, this is such a mess,” I cried into my palms. 

“It is,” he said. 

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We reached the hospital in my town and I rushed to reception. Asking for his room, I ran up the staircase and Harry followed me. I reached the room and stopped when I saw our parents outside. 

“Giselle, what are you doing here?” Mom asked me. Dad looking at mom accusingly. 

“How could you not tell me?” I asked them. 

“You were working, Giselle. We thought better not to distract you!” Dad cut mom. 

“Bullshit! She knew I finished work last week!” I yelled. 

“Do not raise your voice at us, young lady!” Mom spoke in the voice she used whenever she wanted to make me disappear. 

“Then stop coming between me and my brother!” I told her. “If you want me out of the family, say it to my face instead of creating a divide between us!” 

“Giselle!” She yelled. 

“Enough mother. I have had enough,” I said, pushing his door open. Walking inside I saw the doctor giving an injection to Matthew. Matthew oh god, his hand and his left leg was broken, he had bruises on his face. His upper body was covered in bandages, his head was hurt. I wanted to cry. 

“Gissy, hey…” he tried to smile. I stood away from his bed. “Please come here.” 

I wiped my tears and slowly walked to him, sitting on his bed. The doctor gave his last pain killer and left. “What have you done to yourself? You didn’t have to get so bad to get my attention.” 

He laughed and then grimaced in pain, “Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.”

His left hand which was better pulled me closer, and he kissed my cheek, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” I said, crying into his neck. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, I thought you hated me, I’m sorry.” 

“Hey, you’re my twin. We’re basically the same. I could never hate you in my life! I’m sorry for not noticing the differentiation earlier. I’m such an idiot, but you should have mentioned this before and not hid it from me.” 

“It was what I was taught,” I shrugged. “Does this hurt?” I asked, touching his ribs. 

“I broke two,” he whined. “You’ll have to take care of me now. I can’t live in this town anymore!” 

“The jailers should let you go,” I laughed. 

“I think we should shift into that apartment you saw. It seems like the perfect opportunity!” 

After talking a bit more with my brother, Harry came in and they talked for a while before he slept from the pain killers. Dad walked with me outside leaving mother behind. “Your mother loves you too,” he said. 

“But loves Matthew more. You do too. It is not exactly hidden,” I said. 

“It’s not like that, Giselle. You are as precious to us and Matthew. Yes, we have been harder on you, but that’s because your mother faced a lot of problems being a woman and, she wanted to prepare you for that. Yes, maybe a son is seen as more important, but we don’t want to lose you for it.” He said. Maybe some wounds take time to fill, but slowly with time, everything becomes alright and I could only hope for this to become better.

“So, you like me?” I ask, handing Harry a coffee. 

“Pretty much,” He said, taking some time. “You know, there is a very good restaurant down the road.”

“Hmm, I grew up here,” I said, sarcastically. 

“I’d like you to take me on a date there then. Right now would be nice. I’m starving,” Harry said, standing up. 

“You’re driving me. To cancel all the chances of a repeat, you know!” I laughed. 

“Shut up!” He said, pulling me as we walked towards the car. 

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Best Friend’s Boyfriend - Chapter One

She was a girl, with a best friend. A friend she thought she’d never betray, and a friend she never thought would never betray her. But what happens when one induces to much alcohol during a night of fun, and ends the night with a large, guilt-ridden secret.

NOTE: MATURE CONTENT (MA)

“So, this guy that you’re going on date with, you’ve never met?” you questioned, looking up at your friend while your stirred the sugar into your tea, and she shook her head. “And you’ve never spoke…” you continued. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “You’re making it seem like I’m going to go on a date with an ax-murderer or something. I’m going out with him because a mutual friend of ours decided to set us up. He said that he’s been looking for someone to mingle with, and figured that maybe me and him would have a good shot together” she shrugged, going over to the cabinet and grabbing herself a mug to make her a mug of her own tea. 

“Well, do you at least know anything about him?” you asked her. “Nope, nothing at all. Jeff said that everything was to be found out when we meet each other for the first time, which should be tomorrow. We were suppose to have the date today, but something popped up, so he said we’d have to reschedule.” You furrowed your brow, slyly nodding, not really sure as to how you felt about this whole situation. 

“You don’t look so…what’s the word, pleased? With my answer?” she chuckled lowly. “No, it’s not that! I’m glad you’re putting yourself out there again, it’s great. But, I just know from past experience, blind dates don’t typically end well…especially when you don’t know anything about the person, but it’s all on you girl, and I hope it’ll turn out better than any of my blind dates did.”

Olivia, she was your best friend. You had known each other since you could remember. You’d met on the playground during recess time in primary school. You had remembered that she was sat alone on the swings, looking as if she were upset, so you urged her to come draw on the concrete with you with chalk, and ever since then, you two were irreplaceable. You always went over to each others homes, always gossiped about anything and everything the two of you could grab onto. 

It wasn’t until you and Olivia hit Secondary school, that something caused your friendship to go rocky, but that’s a story for another time…

She was there for you during the hardest time of your life, when you had lost both your parents. 

Your parents had been on their annual date night, you were only 16, at the time, you and Olivia had taken a break with your friendship due to what you thought, would make the two of you never talk again. 

But once the situation was brought up that you had lost your parents due to an accident, a drunk driver ramming into them in a four way intersection, when he didn’t have right of way. Olivia’s mom, Agatha, took you in, and treated you as if you were her own daughter for the time being, which ended up bringing you and Olivia back together to being the best friends you always were.

“Are you excited? Your first interaction with a possible man ever since-” she stopped, when you looked up at her with a scowl. “You act like I stay home, and cut out all my interactions out with men ever since me and you know who broke up” you told her, looking back into your closet, looking for your pair of shoes. “Well, it’s true! Talking to your male co-workers at work doesn’t count! I’m saying this is the first time you’ve managed to actually get out of bed, and voluntarily make your way out for the night” she told you, quickly adding “and I’m really hoping you end up not coming home” she winked, and you turned around with wide eyes. “Olivia!” you squeaked as she cackled away on your bed. 

“What? If you don’t come home tonight, that’s when I know I did my job correctly” she teased as you poked your tongue out at her. 

“Well, leave the door unlocked, because I plan to come home tonight in one piece, by midnight.”

But oh, how did your plans not work out.

Stepping out the taxi, you handed the driver the fare plus a small tip and stepping out onto the concrete, the wind picking up a bit as your adjusted the hem of your dress. (xxx)

Stepping inside to the club, you automatically cringed at how loud the music was blasting, and how close everybody was, plastered among one another, some grinding against each other, some dancing alone, but seeming as they didn’t mind, some making out on the couches, while others didn’t even waste their time, and did it against the bar.

You sighed, squeezing yourself between the hot and sweaty bodies on the dance floor, making your way to the bar, in hopes that no one would bother you on your way to get a drink.

You weren’t willing to talk to anyone until you were at least a couple drinks in, because this was what you needed, as much as you didn’t want to agree with Olivia, she was right. 

You needed this night out, regardless if you wanted to admit it or not.

“Anything I can get for you? You look like you could use something heavy” the bartender joked, leaning forward getting a good look at you through the dim lighting of the bar.

“Is that so? Alright, hand it to me, because you’re quite correct. Give me what you’ve got” you hollered, waving your hands as if you were gesturing to keep the drinks coming.

You were about 3 Vodka Tonics in when you spotted a group of men, pointing to you, and it seemed as if they were whispering at the same time. You furrowed your brow, keeping your eye on them for a moment, but when they noticed that you’d seen them staring, they quickly cleared their throats and turned around, going back to whatever they were going on about. 

“Well you might as well say something to that girl, because you’re about to drool down your chin, mate” Nick chuckled, shaking his head and Harry quickly took the back of his hand, wiping at his chin and groaning when he realized that Nick was only being sarcastic. 

“Shut up, mate” he grumbled. “I said I was done with this childish stuff, I’m not going to just sleep with another girl, and then never speak to her again. I’m not like that anymore” he grumbled, but who was he kidding.

Seeing you, a few feet away from his table, sipping on your drinks alone, chatting away to the bartender, he couldn’t help but think what it’d be like with you. What it’d feel like to have your hand in his, your lips against his, your body against his. 

He couldn’t help but think what your plump lips could do around him, and he amazing it must feel.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head, when he noticed you staring at him while the boys were whispering and pointing and he quickly turned around. 

“Think she saw you drooling, mate” Niall chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. “Oh shut up. I don’t think so” Harry slurred, taking another sip of his drink, as Niall’s eyes went wide. 

“Okay, yeah. She definitely saw you staring” Niall chuckled, chin going down to his chest as he tried not to look at Harry, as he chuckled quietly to himself.

“What makes you say that?” Harry questioned, brows furrowed. 

“Because she’s making her way over to you, right now” he uttered beneath his breath as he walked away quickly along with the other boys. 

He turned, eyes wide as he was faced with you in front of him. 

“Want to dance?” you slurred, taking your hand out and offering it to him. 

He bit his lip, turning his head to see all the guys with smirks plastered on their faces seeing what his next move would be and he groaned, not in a bad way, but a groan in where he knew he was going to regret this, because you were irresistible. 

It was all hazy, you didn’t even realize who you were pressed against, who’s hands were on your hips, and who’s lips were grazing your ear.

But you didn’t care. 

You were enjoying it, and you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so carefree, like you had now, and there was nothing stopping you with what you were about to do next.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you slurred, hazy eyes looking into his as he bit his lip and nodded. “Let me just get my jacket-” “Forget your jacket” you interrupted, whispering seductively into his ear. “Your googly eyed friends can get your jacket for you, but right now, all I want, is to get in bed with you, and take your breath away. Does that sound okay?” you smirked, biting at his earlobe as he gulped and nodded.

Taking his hand, your squeezed your way through the crowd of clamored people and making your way outside, letting out a breath of relief due to the fresh city air. 

“Do you have a car?” you slurred, leaning against him and he nodded. “Don’t have my own car, but I have a car with a driver” he replied hazily, before leading you over to the black SUV and opening the door for you as you crawled in, him after you.

“You have your own driver?” you slurred. “Are you famous or something?” you giggled, straddling his hips as he chuckled lowly. “Something like that” he mumbled, before you pressed your lips to his, hips grinding into his as he groaned.

“Mm, gonna have to slow down, baby, because if you’re gonna keep drivin’ me crazy like that, gonna have to fuck you in the car” he slurred, eyes going dark as you bit your lip. “I wouldn’t object to that” you giggled, puling his lips into another kiss, and you bit down on his lower lip and he groaned.

He definitely wasn’t going to regret tonight.

“Mm, you know how to drive a girl crazy” you giggled, goosebumps lining your skin as he played with the strap of your dress, while splaying wet kisses all over your neck.

“Well you sure know how to drive a man crazy, going out like this? Fuck, you did it on purpose, knowing you’d score at least one guy, hmm?” he growled, biting down on the skin of your shoulder, as you hissed in pleasure, and nodded. 

He unzipped your dress, pulling it down, as you helped him with a little shimmy as he rolled his bottom lip in between his teeth. 

“Well god damn, you looked good in that dress, but you look so much better without it” he moaned, pressing you against the bed and pressing his lips to yours. “I’m gonna make sure you never forget this night” he breathed against your lips. “You’re gonna feel like I’m in between your legs for the next week” he growled huskily, pulling your panties to the side as your breath hitched. 

“Holy shit” he breathed, licking his lips as he slowly made his way in between your legs and you squeaked. He splayed kisses along your inner thighs, causing your legs to buckle around his head but his two large hands kept your legs apart and you bit your lip, knowing that what was about to come next, was going to be incredible.

Without notice, you felt his lips against your sensitive core, tongue lapping in a figure eight motion, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pure ecstasy. 

“Holy hell” you breathed, twining your fingers in between his short locks and squeezing your eyes shut as he moaned into your center and your toes curled. “Fuck, I don’t think I can hold it any longer” you squealed, legs buckling around him, but this time, he didn’t spread your legs farther apart, but he just dove into your center even more, giving you a wave of pleasure you didn’t think you could ever feel. 

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” you squealed, a small yelp escaping your lips, fingers tightly knotted into his locks as your breathing began to slow down. 

“Oh my god” you breathed out, a small giggle following along as he made his way out from in between your legs, bulge prominent in his tight boxers as he pressed his lips to yours. 

“Just so you could get a little taste, of what I thought, was fucking delicious” he smirked, licking his lips before splaying kisses down your neck and to your chest. 

“Mm, lemme make you feel good” you murmured, pushing him down on the bed, you switching positions with him, him on the bottom, you on the top. 

“Can’t give you all the credit of making only me feel good, can I?” you smirked, and he chuckled, biting down on his lip as he swooped his hand behind your neck and brought your lips down to his, grinding his hips up in need of any friction he could possibly get. 

Pulling away, you licked your lips, pushing yourself back a bit so your face was aligned with right where he nodded you most. You traced your finger over his prominent bulge as he hissed and shut his eyes tightly. 

“Come on, don’t be a tease” he uttered between his teeth and you smirked. 

Slowly, you pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard length, pulsing red and throbbing, tip leaking of pre-cum as you swiped your finger over it and popping your finger into your mouth before closing your eyes and getting a taste of him, and letting out a small moan of pleasure. 

“You’re killing me, baby. Come on” he begged. You smirked, looking up at him from your lashes, before popping him into your mouth, and he let out a puff of a breath you thought he was holding in and you smirked to yourself, knowing that what you were doing, was clearly working. 

“Fuck, that feels good. So good” he panted, pulling his fingers into your hair and sweeping your hair to one side. You bobbed your head up and down, letting your hand do the rest of the work in the parts you couldn’t reach. You popped him out of your mouth, looking up at him as he released a soft whine before you stroked your tongue against the one vein that was prominently popping out and he groaned. 

“Oh fuck” he breathed, breath hitching as you fondled his balls in your mouth and he clutched onto the sheets. “Fuck, you keep doing that, and I’m not goin’ to be able to hold on much longer” he squeaked and you giggled. 

“Screw it, come here” he breathed, sitting up and pulling you up onto him as he pressed his lips to yours. 

“Wait, I need a condom” he whispered, pulling away as he leaned towards the drawer but you stopped him. 

“I’m on the pill, it’s okay” you whispered, and he looked up at you, as if he was trying to make sure you were really okay with him going bare and you nodded with a smile, pressing your lips to his, grinding your hips down onto his, driving him crazy. 

“Ride me” he panted. “Please, ride me. I need you” he pleaded, eyes wide as he looked up at your with his chest rising up and down, needing you on him, and knowing he wasn’t going to hold it much longer, if you didn’t make a move. 

“Whatever you say” you slurred, adjusting yourself where he needed you, and quite frankly where you needed him, and slowly sinking your way down on him and he shuttered out a breath, as you bit your lip and closed your eyes. 

“Fuck, you’re big” you squeaked, releasing a small smile out of him as he placed his hands on your hips to guide you. 

“That’s right, just like that” he groaned, guiding your hips up and down, as you moaned out in ecstasy.

Damn did this feel good.

You cracked an eye open, mind fuzzy and head spinning. You groaned, covering your eyes due to the light that was shining into your room as you whimpered. Sitting up, regrettably, you opened your eyes and you stilled.

This wasn’t your room.

Your eyes went wide, scanning the room. 

That dresser wasn’t yours.

Those curtains weren’t yours.

That open closet, for sure wasn’t yours.

These sheets we definitely not yours.

Closing your eyes, you bit your lip, hoping there was no one beside you, but looking over to your left, an audible gasp left your lips, seeing a man beside you, but it wasn’t just any man, he was a man that you’d seen almost everywhere. The man that any girl would fawn over. The man that was well known all around the world, for his charm, for his talent, and for the kind heart he apparently had. 

Harry Styles.

You tried scrambling through what happen last night, and how you ended up here, hoping that maybe this was just a misunderstanding. Maybe somehow you met him last night and he just took you to his place because you were dead beat drunk, but taking a peek under the sheet, seeing his naked body, and yours, you knew that you two definitely had sex last night.

A frantic whimper escaped your lips as you scrambled out the bed, in search of your dress that was in a puddle at the other end of the room as you quickly pulled it up your body, slipping your shoes on clumsily, hoping that he wouldn’t awake, quickly grabbing your bag and making a run for it out his door, humiliation set in the depth of your gut.

He awoke, turning on his side, hoping to wrap his arm around the woman he thought he was beside until he hand landed on an empty and cold side of the bed. 

He snapped his head up, a bit to quickly if he was honest as his hazy room coasting the bedroom and realized all your belonging were gone, along with you.

You arrived into your apartment, closing the door behind you as you let out a breath of relief, eyes closed, as you tried to scramble as to what the hell happen last night. 

“Well, looks like my wish came true” you heard Olivia’s voice holler out as she made her way out her room, with a giggle as you jumped, placing a hand to your chest. 

“Looks like you had quite the night last night” she cackled, coming over to you and putting your shoes onto the rack. 

“Enjoy yourself?” she smirked, heading out the kitchen and handing you a cool water bottle in which you quickly thanked her for before you took a chug. 

“Don’t wanna talk about it” you uttered, walking past her and towards your room and she quickly followed. 

“Was it that bad?” she cringed, as she followed you into your room. “Or was it so good that you’re just not ready to spill the gory details!” she giggled, clapping her hands as you rolled your eyes. 

“Alright, enough about my night, isn’t your new boyfriend…or date coming today?” you questioned, slipping off your dress, swiping off your makeup from last night and throwing your hair up into a bun. 

“Not my boyfriend, yet” she giggled. “But hopefully soon enough” she smiled. “But yes, he should be coming by any time soon! We’re going out for a nice lunch apparently, and I was just suppose to meet him there, but Jeff said he insisted on letting him pick me up, because he claims he’s a gentleman so, we’ll see how that goes” she giggled, looking down at you as you nodded with a gentle smile. 

“Well hopefully, all goes well.” you replied. 

There was a ring to the doorbell of your apartment, figuring it was only Olivia’s date, you decided to stay in your room, scrolling through your phone as you heard Olivia open the door and a small gasp escaped her lips.

You heard muffled voices on the other side of your doors, an exchange of hello’s and an exchange of names because you heard Olivia say her name, but you didn’t hear the man say his, because the sound was muffled due to your neighbor vacuuming upstairs. 

“Babes, come here! I want you to meet my date!” you heard Olivia holler from the other end of the door as you heard her apologize to her date with a small giggle.

You sighed, getting out of your bed, adjusting the hoodie that you were in, opening your door and heading down the hall.

You made your way into the living room, stopping when you heard a familiar chuckle as you looked up, and in that moment, your heart stilled.

With wide eyes, and a hitched breath, you looked over to the man standing beside Olivia, as he had the same expression of shock written across his face. 

“Harry” you squeaked astonishingly. 

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Ah here we have it, the first chapter to a new chaptered story I like to call ‘Best Friends Boyfriend’! I have so many ideas for this story, I can’t wait to get it out there! I really hope you all enjoyed, and please please please let me know on what you thought of the first chapter, I appreciate your feedback tremendously. I’ll see if I continue the story with the feedback that I get, but I’m extremely excited to write out this story! Have a wonderful night! :)

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