Manicstyles - Harry Styles

Electric Ballroom (London - Dec 19, 2019)

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Glasgow, 14/04

it’s me again,, & i’m back with another request!! what about something really fluffy but passionate inspired by ‘what a feeling’? is one of my all time fav songs & i know you’ll be able to bring my idea to life

YAY HELLO WELCOME BACK!!! Did I get WAY to into this? Yes. So I really hope you like it and is something like what you had in mind :)

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What a Feeling

Harry couldn’t help but stare at her.

She truly had never looked more flawless, dancing with Sarah under the spotlights as her dress gleams and glitters. They were celebrating the success of Harry’s album, but all he wanted to talk about was her. So many people were coming up to him, congratulating him on his success, asking him about the album and upcoming tour... but somehow he would always bring the questions back around to her.

“Yeah, it’s been crazy.” He chuckles to a random man from the label who gave his congratulations, “been very busy... happy to have Y/N by my side, she always makes sure I get everything done. Keeps me sane, that one.”

“Well you two make a very cute couple.” He smiles, giving Harry a nod.

“Oh uhm, no.” He chuckles embarrassed, “she’s not- umm... we’re just friends.”

The man chuckled, muttering a ‘whatever you say’ before congratulating Harry on his success again, adding a ‘go get her’. This earned a bigger smile from Harry then any talk about a place on the charts or money earned, all he ever wanted was to be with her. At that moment, he shakes the mans hand and quickly heads over to her, his arms going tightly around her waist as he sneaks up behind her.

“Harry!” She squeals, quickly turning around and facing him, “you scared me!”

He would just laugh quietly to himself, moving her hair out of her face as he stared at her in awe. Eyes going up and down her frame and taking in her figure in the beautiful, custom made dress Harry had done for her, “you look so beautiful.” He whispers, and she could hardly hear it over the commotion, “that dress is... wow.”

She blushes, nervously rubbing her hands down her dress as she gets flustered just like he always manages, and makes her go red, it’s one of his favorite things about her, seeing how adorable she was when she was blushing.

“Thank you. You do too... well handsome umm I don’t know... you look great.” She would shyly ramble, crossing her arms together, “thank you again for taking me to this... feel terrible you spent so much on me and you hardly ever let me get us dinner.”

Harry laughed at this, “oh shush” he chuckles, grabbing her hands and spinning her quickly before pulling back to him, slowing begining to dance with her, “you’re glowing, darling.”

“Thank you” she blushes again, looking down at her feet and giggling, “Umm Harry, aren’t you supposed to be talking to people from the label right now?”

“I’ve talked enough.” He shrugs, looking around the space before stopping their dancing, grabbing her hand and heading to the balcony, “matter o’ fact, I just wanna be alone with my best friend.”

She laughs loudly, covering her mouth as she gets some looks from higher ups, giving them an apologetic smile as Harry and her disrupted his own event, trying to ignore the intense sting of hearing the words friend.

“You’re going to get in trouble.” She smirks, watching as she closes the doors behind them, leaving them alone if the balcony and leaving the big fancy party behind, the music still softly being heard in the background, “we should go back.”

“Do you want to?”

“...No”

“Then we stay.” He smirks, walking over to the railing of the balcony, taking in the sights of the city, Y/N soon coming up beside him, stealing a glance and looking up at him before back at the city, missing as he looks at her as soon as she looked away.

The two have been best friends for years. With Y/N being a bit younger, Harry really took her in and always wanted to make sure she was safe, happy and protected. They were practically inseparable, with her even helping write some tracks with him. They were both in love with each other, one being too afraid to admit due to his high status and feeling incomparable to his last relationships. Meanwhile, he was too afraid to tell her how he felt because to him, he wasn’t sure of anything going through her head. She was never good at sharing her feelings, even over the simple stuff. She was reserved, never talked about relationships or love, really.

“I’m glad you came.” He says, breaking the silence, “couldn’t imagine anybody else coming with me.”

“Oh cmon.” She laughed, nudging her body against his, “you can have anybody in the world here with you.”

“Don’t want just anybody... everybody needs somebody around.” He shrugs, “and you’re the closest person to me.”

He wanted to scream, ‘you’re my person’. How he wants to hold her as close as he could and never let go. Tell her looking into her eyes was better than looking up at the stars, more beauty in them then anything he’s ever seen.

He wanted to tell her that he chose her to come along with him because nobody made him happier, more confident. Nobody can come him down and lift him up at the same time as her, she made him feel like a king.

“You’re mine too.” She softly admits, looking up at him with a shy smile, her cheeks red as per usual and heart pounding the way it always is around him.

“Yeah?” He chuckles, “what about that bloke you were talking to? What’s his name again?” He inquired, making it seem like a joke but he can’t help but pry, wondering if he was too late, if he ran out of time and someone else took the girl because he spent too much time worrying.

“Oh my god stop” she laughs, covering her face instantly, elbows resting on the railing, “that’s so embarrassing.”

“Young love is nothing to be embarrassed about!” He exclaims, forcing a smile and a laugh, nudging her body with his own this time.

“It is when he literally tells you that all he wants to do with you is have sex.” She admits, voice going a bit flat, “sorry, now is not the time for this. I didn’t even really like him that much.”

“No no no.” He chuckles, shushing her rambling and grabbing her shoulders, looking down into her eyes, “you can tell me, I thought you really liked him? What do you mean he only wanted sex?”

“I mean he’s okay... but I knew the whole time I’m he’s not the one, just a distractio-... but anyway I knew he just wanted sex, when he looked at me when we were at dinner and said he only wants to have sex with me.” She chuckles, face turning red, “sorry, can we change the subject? This is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart.” He dismisses, “didn’t do a thing wrong. But why didn’t you tell me sooner!? Would have given that arse a piece of my mind.”

“Oh please, you’re such a a softy! You could never!” Y/N laughs, Harry’s favorite sound getting louder as she imagines it in her head, meanwhile Harry was rerunning her words through his head.

“What do you mean a distraction?”

Y/N feels as if all the air was knocked out of her as her already pounding heart feels as if it’s tripling in speed and she thanks god he can’t read minds. If he could, he would know she just talked to that guy to try and get over him. She looks up at him slowly, unable to decipher the intense look covering his face. A mix of concern, confusion and consideration.

“Just... you know.” She awkwardly chuckles, “been waiting for the right person too long, so I just needed something, but literally nothing happened so I guess going back to waiting.”

“Can we leave?” He asked suddenly, “I wanna get out of here, do you? We can go to the pizza place you love.”

“Harry...” she sighed, wanting to say a million time yes, “this is your party! Everyone here is to celebrate your success and we’re just gonna leave... I feel bad.”

“Oh hush I know you want to.” He smirks, giving her a wink as he offers her his arm, which she very happily takes, “let’s bust outta ‘ere” he laughs, nearly sprinting as she follows close behind him as he quite literally has them running out of the party and soon out on the street.

It was perfect, nobody on the streets as the late night was going to be turning into early morning in a matter of hours. It felt like they were the only two in the world.

Y/N kept her grip on Harry’s arms, which had both of them smiling to themselves as they walked to their favorite, 24-hour hole in the wall pizza joint.

As soon as the entered, they were both greeted by name, being regulars at this hour and having their order placed within minutes as they sat alone, the only two in the restaurant.

“This is amazing, you in that dress is even more beautiful in this pizza place than that work party.” He smiles at her, unable to keep the compliment in, “Dress looks even better in this light, I can see you better than those stupid dim lights.”

She was at a loss for words, wondering how much Harry had to drink that he was throwing so many in depth compliments at her, but she tried not to think about it too much, settling for a soft thank you before they sat in silence, taking in each other’s company.

“You two eating here or need a box?” One of the employees they have grown close to, Sammie, asks, smirking at the pair.

“To go?” Harry suggests, looking at Y/N, “I got Disney Plus downloaded so we can watch all those movies you love.”

“To go please!” Y/N instantly giggles, grabbing the boxes from Sammie and thanking them, as well as everyone else, giving thank yous and see you soons.

The two walked in silence back to Harry’s apartment, admiring the sky and sparkling starts around them.

Not long after, the pair were in the elevator, Harry entering a code and swiping a card to allow them go up to the top floor of the building, to his giant penthouse apartment. The doors soon opening and they head down the small hall before Harry unlocks the door, letting them in.

Harry sets down his keys and the two take off their shoes before heading over and plopping down on the couch as Harry opens the pizza box.

“Can i borrow something clothes?” Y/N shyly asked, “if I got anything on this dress, I think I’d die.”

“Of course, love.” He smiles, “I should probably change too. Cmon let’s find you something.”

She thanked him before quietly following him into his bedroom and then walk-in closet, although this one was huge, it had nothing on the ones he had in London and L.A.

“Pick whatever you want!” He smiles, opening up one of his pajama drawers, grabbing his own pair of sweats and a Fleetwood Mac T-shirt, “I’ll go change out there and you just come out whenever your ready, okay?”

“Mhmm.” She shyly smiles, almost wishing he would stay, “thank you again.”

“Of course, anytime bug.” He smirks, nudging her before walking out.

Her eyes were glued on him, still struck by how easily he goes manages to make her heart and mind race. She ends up picking a giant Pink Floyd shirt, looking at the door and seeing it was shut before sliding off her dress, folding it neatly before slipping on Harry’s shirt. It fell to mid-thigh, and with her wearing spanx shorts underneath, she hoped it wouldn’t make him uncomfortable when she came out in just that.

She slides out the door, her dress in hand as she was going to set it on the chair in his living room, making sure she won’t forget it, but instead she was met with something else.

“Oh my god, sorry- I’ll uhm. Sorry.” She rushes after finding Harry pulling his sweatpants up, full legs in view and bare chest showing.

“You’re fine, Y/N!” He laughs, pulling them up the rest of the way, leaving the shirt behind as he started heading to the living room, her starting to follow close behind, “what’s got you so jumpy today?”

“I don’t know, guess the party.” She lies, “didnt wanna mess anything up for you in front of those hot shot label people.”

How was she supposed to tell him that all she wanted was to just be beside? Have him hold her in his arms and never let go? And with him loading on the compliments tonight, as well as him walking around without a shirt, didn’t really help the whole ‘getting over him because it’s never going to happen’ thing. She was always too late, ran out of time and he was with someone else. But there was no way out.

“Oh, please, we all know I’m the hot shot.” He laughs and she giggles rolling her eyes, “everyone loves you, how could they not?”

“Well what’s with you tonight then?” She laughs, speaking without thinking, “what’s with you, I don’t know... loving all up on me tonight?”

“Come on, I always love up on you.” He smirks, taking a bite of his pizza, “anything wrong with that?”

“No, just curious.” She blushed, coming and sitting next to him, grabbing a slice, “just seemed to be a little extra tonight.”

“Well, you look beautiful.” He shrugged, “you always do, but I don’t know what it is about tonight but... I don’t know, you just looked really pretty in that dress and you still look just as beautiful in my shirt.”

“Thank you.” She squeaked, the tension between them growing as it feels like all of the air in the room ran out, their minds running wild as it seems like they are both thinking the same thing.

They both stared at each other in silence, practically begging the other person to just say it.

“Y/N-“

“Harry-“

They both spoke in unison giggling to themselves, before them both nodding, signaling the other to go.

Harry stands, wiping his hands on sweats before reaching his hand out to her, which she takes without a word, following him out to the terrace.

They both end up side by side, holding onto the edge of the terrace, looking up at the stars and once again they felt like the only ones in the world.

“I used to come up here all the time...” Harry started, still looking up at the stars, “whether I needed to think, write or just breathe... I would come here and look up at the stars. But now... I look at you. You have stars in your eyes, Y/N, more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen.”

She was frozen, feeling him shift his body and face her, a soft ring covered hand coming up to her face and moving it to look at him, “I... I just always need you around, always need you close.” He started, thumb running over his cheek, “I wanna be with you... and I think I know now that you wanna be with me.”

“I-I do.” She squeaks and instantly a huge smile covers Harry’s face. She turns her body and lifts a shaky hand, placing it on his arm

holding onto it like she has many times before, but this time it feels so different.

“What’s holding you back then?” He whispers, tucking a hair behind her ear, “what are you so afraid of it’s got you chained down?”

“I don’t know.” She whispers, tears welling up in her eyes, feeling extremely overwhelmed at the news that her best friend that she’s always wanted, wants her to, “You’re so important to me, I can’t lose you. It was horrible seeing you with someone else but I can’t imagine the pain of not having you at all.”

He shakes his head quickly, “never.” He whispers, “I’ve wanted you for so long, just didn’t think you wanted me so I had to try and get over you... never worked.” He chuckles.

He pulls her body tight against his, arms circling around her waist as hers go up around his neck, the two rocking back and forth, slow dancing on the terrace.

“What a feeling, huh?” He smirks, and she looks up at him as his hands soothingly rub at her back, “just you in my arms...not too close right?”

“Not too close, never.” she whispered, pulling him closer, resting against her face against his warm chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat and she giggles to herself, “can you feel mine too?”

“A bit, yeah.” He chuckles, “you drive my crazy, you know that? I just wanna be here forever... you in my shirt, in my arms... but something missing tonight, yeah?”

“What?”

“You’re not mine.” He instantly says, “do you wanna be?”

She nods quickly, putting his hands up into his hair as she rushes out, “yes please, always wanted to be.” She breathes, “please... please kiss me.”

Harry smirks, not saying a word as he leans in gripping her waist as his lips gently meet hers and they both mold into one another as the moment they both have dreamed of is finally happening. His lips start moving faster, rougher and he still holds her softly, the contrast making her heart melt and mind race.

Her hands tug on his hair as his grips the extra material of shirt, squeezing her hips and a soft whimper leaves her lips, causing him to pull back.

“We should... do you wanna, I don’t know.” He chuckles, breathing heavy, “I wanna go at your pace, love.”

She nodded, kissing his jaw softly before whispering, “can we go inside, please?”