No Mistakes (Harry Styles S/A For ~*Steph*~)

Becoming engaged isn't something to be taken lightly, Steph has some decisions to make - will they be the right ones?


1. No Mistakes


Steph's POV

Carl had booked the 'Table Lumière' at the Dorchester Hotel, a Michelin-Starred restaurant on Park Lane, he'd dropped elaborate hints all week that tonight he'd propose. 'Babe, wear something beautiful.' 'What ring size are you?' 'If someone proposed to you, would you like it on bended knee?'. 

I honestly don't think I could have picked a more perfect dress, I'd spent the entire day shopping with Kim and I'd finally decided on a strapless chiffon cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline in a vibrant red colour, complimented with my precious black Louboutin peep toe pumps with the red heels. 

This isn't my usual attire of course, I'm not some kind of supermodel wannabe, in fact my everyday outfits usually consist of skinny jeans, a t-shirt and my trusty black converse, but I couldn't wear that tonight, tonight I was making the transition between in a relationship to engaged. Exciting stuff!!

Well, it should be exciting...

I don't feel anything, I was under the impression that when you're in love it's supposed to feel like you're sitting on top of a roller-coaster loop waiting for the drop... but I just didn't get that with Carl; not ever. 

He was perfectly nice, kind and loyal, generous and attentive... but he wasn't Harry. There wasn't that spark I KNEW we both felt that night I kissed him; but, ever the gentleman, he told me to forget about it and that Carl loved me. 

But I couldn't just 'forget about it', in fact, it was all I could think about. When Carl would kiss me I would barely respond and if he wanted sex I'd make a feeble excuse like I had a headache or I had to be up early the next morning. The truth was I couldn't stand the thought of his hands on me... I wanted Harry. Not Carl. I couldn't do this. 

“Steph, earth to Steph!” Carl chuckled arrogantly waving a meaty hand in front of my face, “So anyway, Andy at the office said to Dean...”

“I don't want to marry you, Carl.”

He fell quiet and placed his knife and fork back down onto his plate; he cleared his throat and fiddled nervously with the knot in his tie. “Wow, I err...”

“It's not you, it's me.”

“Oh how original.” He rolled his flat black eyes and scowled down the box on the table. 

I shook my head apologetically and attempted to place my hand on his. 

“Don't touch me. Do you have any idea how much this table cost?! How much this ring cost?!” He was shouting now, loud enough for people in the restaurant to stop talking and pretend like they weren't listening to us. 


Harry's POV

For gods sake, I wish I'd just grow a pair of balls and tell her how I feel. At the very worst she could tell me she doesn't feel the same, but then at least I wouldn't have to live with the 'what if's. At least I could move on if I had to...

One thing I've realised is that you can't hold on to someone that doesn't want to be held onto and as much as I know that Carl will never feel the way I do about Steph, if she's happy then I can't take that away from her. Because love isn't about wanting to be with someone, it's about wanting that person to be happy. 

So I'll just have to man up and pass this whole experience off as a learning curve... never fall for your best friend, no matter how perfect they are. 

I was brought back down to earth by a repetitive loud knock on my door (why no one rang my novelty inspector gadget door bell I'll never know...) it took nearly an entire minute to unlatch and unlock all the different safety locks on the front door our manager 'insists' on. 

There she stood, the girl that had plagued my mind since I was a teenager, soaked from the rain and yet still stunning. I didn't speak, just stood to the side and waited for her to come in. 

At first we didn't speak, she pushed off her high heels and sank down to sit on the stairs and then finally; “Me and Carl aren't together anymore.”

“Oh.” The relief was evident in my tone. 

“We argued in the restaurant right after he proposed, I've never seen him so mad.” Tears formed in her beautiful brown eyes and I instantly wanted to smack him one for making her cry. I snaked an arm around her bare shoulders and pulled her close to me. 

“Why the hell did he do that?” I couldn't help but get defensive; I couldn't raise my voice at Steph let alone argue with her. But I pushed my own feelings to the back of my mind and focused on making her feel better. “I mean... why?”

“I told him I didn't want to marry him.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, typical Steph, she'd always been shy around me despite knowing me for years. She looked up at me, her eyes a lighter shade of brown from crying. I found myself staring down at her plump, glistening, soft lips. And that night when we kissed came flooding back to me, the butterflies, the spark...

It seemed as natural as breathing, I only had to move a fraction of an inch and my lips were on hers and that spark, the passion – it felt too good to comprehend. 

“Oh shit, Steph I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have taken advantage like that, you're upset...” I jumped up to my feet and crossed the hall. 

“Kiss me.” Her voice was slightly more audible now and she stood up too. 

I didn't want this; I couldn't just be her rebound guy... that would hurt too much. Waking up next to her in the morning only to discover she regretted the entire thing. “You're upset sweetheart, why don't I get you some dry clothes.” 

I cleared my throat loudly and attempted to manoeuvre around her, but she stood defiantly, looking irresistible to say the least. Her quivering dainty hands moved towards my chest and she began to unbutton my shirt. For a second I just let her and weighed up the pro's and con's of being a rebound shag – to put it bluntly. But then I took her hands in mine and stared at her. 

“Harry for god's sake.” She furrowed her brow, “This is hard enough for me as it is.” 

“For you?” I let her hands drop back down by her sides, “It'll be my head that's screwed when you pass this off as a mistake in the morning.”

“No mistakes.” She breathed stepping forward and again placing her hands on my chest. “The mistake was thinking I wanted to be with Carl while deep down I knew I wanted you.”

Her hands found their own way inside my shirt and the silky soft skin of her finger tips ran across my torso sending shivers down my spine, my resolve wavered momentarily, “Are you sure?”

“Just shut up and kiss me already.” She smiled a seductive smile and suddenly I'd even take being a rebound shag over being her friend. 

I pressed her back against the wall and kissed her hard, finally letting the passion take over. 

Now, predictably the sex was great, incredible in fact. But the icing on the already amazing cake was waking up next to her; her smile spoke volumes, I knew she felt the same. 

“Good morning beautiful.” 

“Mmmm great morning.” She mumbled as my lips crashed down onto hers.

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