One Direction One Shots

A collection of original one-shots...


4. IV. Harry

*For 1Dfanficjudger001


Your POV: "Goodnight love," Harry gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and walked back to his car.  Before going into his car, he turned and gave you a big grin and wink. You waved, incredibly happy. You had been casually seeing each other—nothing too serious, just a few dates here and there. Still, you really liked Harry—and though you didn't want to be in a serious relationship, a small part of you was hoping Harry would officially ask you to be his girlfriend. But maybe Harry just wasn't the one-girl type... His POV: She's amazing. Beautiful, smart, funny...amazing. Still, there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that she didn't like him the way he liked her. He knew she wasn't looking for a serious boyfriend, and every time he saw her, that painful reminder that he could never call her his haunted his thoughts. He arrived at his house and walked into the flat to find his close friend—and bandmate—Louis, waiting for him. "So," Louis asked, "How'd it go." He immediately knew what his friend was talking about. "It didn't happen." He turned towards the kitchen and dropped his keys on the counter. He opened the fridge, making a point to not look at Louis' face. "Why not?" Louis asked closing the fridge door. "Because it didn't." "That's not a good enough answer, Harry. I thought you really liked her." "I do, it's just—" he broke off. Louis gave him a look that clearly said, just what? What was holding him back? He was Harry Styles. He didn't get nervous around girls. Girls got nervous around him. There was no girl in the world that didn't want him. He was Harry Styles! So why couldn't he do it? "She's different," Harry said, mostly to himself. "How?" "She doesn't care about the fame or money. She cares about me, not my status." "Harry, these excuses you're giving me are just proof that you need to do it." Louis told him. "She doesn't want a boyfriend." He looked down, hoping Louis couldn't see the little pout forming on his lips. Louis rolled his eyes. "Your fear of rejection is getting in the way, mate." "She said so herself!" Harry yelled, exasperated. He was getting tired of the conversation, mostly because he knew Louis was right.  He was scared of rejection. If he was rejected by the only girl he ever really cared about... "Help me."  "What?" Louis asked, confused. "I need you to help me practice what I'm going to say to her." Louis thought about it for a moment. "Fine." Your POV: You were walking home with Harry after another night at the movies. He had seemed nervous the entire time, and you had no idea why.  You noticed his hand twitching next to yours, unsure whether or not to hold your hand in his. You stop, once again, in front of your house with him. "Goodnight Harry," You say. He smiles, nervously. You notice he's trying not to look at you. "Yeah...erm...Goodnight, I guess." He leaves quickly, and this time without a goodbye kiss or a cheeky grin. He doesn't even look back. He leaves you there, in front of your house, to wonder what you did wrong... His POV: He was an idiot. He had practically run away. He was a cowardly idiot. He knew Louis would be waiting for him, ready to ask about the night yet again. He had to go back—or was it too late? He yelled out in frustration, startling a stray cat that was hiding in the bushes. He decided he would rather go home and receive Louis' lecture(that he now had memorized) than face the possibility of rejection... Your POV: The night replayed in your head for the billionth time. Maybe he didn't like that you took some of his candies at the movie? But that had never bothered him before... What had you done to upset him? You were so frustrated, you weren't surprised when the first tears rolled down your face. What did you do? You remembered how he wouldn't look at you the entire night. Did he not like what you had worn? You were so consumed in your thoughts that you almost didn't hear the beeping coming from your computer. You hastily wiped the tears from your eyes while you answered the Skype call... His POV: "How'd it go?" "How do you think?" His face, which was now wet with tears of frustration, spoke for itself. He grabbed a bottle of apple juice from the fridge and took a seat next to Louis. "Why is it so hard for me to tell her?" he moans, hands covering his face. "Harry, I promised you I would help you do it—" "But it didn't work!" he stood up and stomped across the room, waving his arms around while he spoke, "I walked her home and when the moment came, I froze! I couldn't look at her, I couldn't even kiss her goodbye! I choked! Do you know what it's like to not be able to tell someone how much you care about them? IT'S SO DAMN HARD!" He collapsed on the couch again. "Let's practice again, Harry." Louis said calmly. "I can't do it..." He mumbled. "Yes, you can. Just pretend I'm her, and tell me what you want to say to her." He turned to look at his friend. Louis nodded at him encouragingly.  He took a deep, shaky breath, and began to pour out his heart. "Since the day we met, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I can't remember what my life was like before you, because it seems like none of it matters unless you're there with me..."  He choked up, but kept going. "I know you aren't looking for a boyfriend, but if you would just give me a chance—that's all I'm asking for. I just—" His voice was shaking, and the tears were coming down harder. He could see her face in the back of his mind, smiling that beautiful smile that made him forget everything... "I just want a chance. A chance to be with you, to be able to say 'That's my girlfriend'. A chance to prove to you how much you mean to me...because, I love you. I love you so much, it hurts..." "Harry?" His head shot up. It was her, but how... He saw Louis' laptop by the television. There she was. Her face—beautiful, even though it was clear she was also crying. He picked up the laptop.  "How much of that did you hear?" He asked. The corners of her mouth twitched up slightly. "Not much, to be honest..." He laughed shakily. "You liar!" This time she did smile. "Harry?"  "Yeah?" he asked nervously. "I love you, too." She clicked the 'End Call' button, and Harry couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. He ran out the door.  "Where are you going?" Louis called after him. He never looked back, but Louis could hear his friend answer: "I'm gonna go visit my girlfriend!" THE END

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