Gotta Be You ~*Finished*~

This is the story of how Harry Styles, of the hotest new boy band One Direction, fell in love with an American... BOY!?!? O.o

Jake just moved to London, like he has always wanted, and meets the boys of One Direction the same day he move. After living in London and getting to know the boys quite well, and the boys getting to know him quite well. Jake cannot hold back his feelings and tell Harry how he feels, but when Jake didn't hear what he knew he was going to, everything changed.


4. Last First Kiss

I came to, in Harry's arms. He was crying, as though I had died. "H-harry why are you crying?" My words were a bit horas and and raspy. "Jake you're okay!" He exclaimed and wrapped his arms around me and held me close. "Of course I'm okay, I just blacked out for a second." I was so focused on Harry that I didn't realize I was in the hospital. "Jake... you have been in the hospital for almost a month now." His words made me come to the realization that I was indeed in the hospital. My parents were there, Lou, Eleanor, Zayn, Niall, Lakota, Liam, Johannah, and Anne were there too. "What Happened?" My voice was so scratchy, it almost hurt to talk. "Jake..." Harry started to cry again. "You... had a panic attack... and went in to a coma." His words were soft, almost a whisper between his sobs. "But how?" I coughed hard. "How did this happen?" I gave him a questioning look, I had forgotten all of what happened after I went and checked on Lou that night. "We don't know." The doctor said walking into the room. "The only people who saw you before the incident were Harry and Louis here. They both say they don't have a clue as to how it happened."  His words we cold and serious as most doctors talk to everyone. "How did my parents get here?" my voice was slowly coming back. "Harry called us from your phone, and they got us plane tickets to come make sure you were alright. We are so happy you are okay right now." Mom started to cry, but I could tell she had been for a while now.  "Doctor?" I questioned. "Harte, Samuel Harte." He was clean and precise. "Doctor Harte, when can I be released?" I asked and he looked at me like I was crazy. "Whenever you would like I suppose." He said sounding almost uncertain. "But why would you want to leave so soon?" He asked what was on everybody's mind. "Because I need to get a job so I can pay off my hospital bill. I don't have a hole lot and a job is the only way I will be getting money for it." I said sitting up in my hospital bed. "Actually..."The doctor started. "I already paid for it." Harry's voice was low as he said this. "Harry..." I turned and looked at him. "Why?" my voice was sweet and soft. "Because, I-I don't know, Jake. I just don't know." He stood up and walked out of my hospital room. I attempted to go after him, but no one would let me. I was fed up. "No, you will let me go speak to Harry right this instant." I demanded in a horas voice, staring at them fighting the tears that welled up in my eyes. They stepped aside, and I walked out of my room. Just as I walked out I noticed out of the corner of my eye Harry's curls bounce around the corner down the hall. 

I teetered down the hall, and refused all of the help that was offered by the nurses and the boys. It was like I was on a mission, and all I knew was that I had to talk to Harry. "Harry." I yelled after I turned the corner he had turned just moments ago. He stood there a few feet away from the elevator, and didn't move. "Harry." I yelled once more, this time with tear streaming down my face. He still didn't move. "Harry. Please don't leave me." At this time I was screaming and it hurt to push out the words. It hurt to push off the nurses, doctors, and the boys. I was crying like I did when my last grandparent died. I must not have noticed it, but at some point I fell to my knees. I was so upset, and I didn't even know why. "Harry!" I screamed one last time reaching out to him, but then I fainted from the exhaustion.

I woke up later that evening, only everyone was gone. Everyone except Harry. He was sitting at the end of my bed, crying, and mumbling, but I managed to listen to what he was saying between sobs. "Jake, why? What is it? What is it about you? Jake I can't explain it, and I know you're asleep, but if you hear me in your sleep, I want you to know. There is something about you, I don't know what it is, but you have this one thing about you that I don't see in any other person. It's the one thing I have been looking for, waiting for, hoping for my whole life. Jacob. I think. No, I can feel it. I know this feeling, I love you. Not just as a friend, but I am in love with you. I just want you to know this, and whenever that time come, when the moment is right, I will tell you, and I will never let you go. Promise me one thing though. Promise me you will never scare me like this again. Please I beg of you. I don't know what I would do if I ever lost the one thing that mattered to me most, even though I don't have it." His words mad me smile and tears filled my eyes. "I promise." I said, and Harry's head shot up. "Jake! Wait, you heard all of that?" His voice went from happy to sad in two seconds flat. "Every word, and Harry?" My voice was even rougher than before.  "What is it?" Harry said softly. "I... I love you too." When I said this the tears finally fell down my cheek and Harry started to cry too.

A week later I finally checked out of the hospital. Harry decide it was time for a celebration. My parents left and went back home. Harry again paid for their tickets, and surprisingly I was okay with it. When Harry finally got me back to his place, it was completely dark, and kind of creepy.Although with Halloween just around the corner a lot of houses looked creepy. After I stepped in the front door the lights shot on and I saw all of the boys, their girlfriends, Lakota, and some people I didn't even know. "SURPRISE!" They all shouted. I almost cried, I can't believe that Harry did all this for me. Although looking back on the extra week I stayed in the hospital it kind of made sense.

While I still was trapped in the hospital, Harry was the only person who didn't leave me, unless he had to use the bathroom. Visitors came and went, so did doctors and nurses. Harry was always there. After he admitted he loved me, he kind of stuck to me, and when I said it back, it made him all the happier. I didn't know what would happen from there, but after 4 nights of him kissing my forehead goodnight, I decided to make US official, and asked him out the day before I was released.  He lit up like a fireworks display, He was utterly speechless, all he could say was yes.

The party was a blast. Harry never left my side, unless someone wanted to talk to him alone, or if he went to get me something to drink. This was my first party in London that had alcohol. Which I hadn't touched since college back in the states. I didn't remember how much of a light weight i was when it came to alcohol. The moment Harry started noticing a change in my behavior he took me to his room so I wouldn't do anything stupid. But I thought he had something else in mind.

"Jake, come with me please." His voice was calming to my tipsy mood. And up the stairs we went without being seen. In his room we were, lights dimmed, and a cool temperature, the way Harry always slept. He shut and locked the door, it was either to keep others out or to keep me from leaving. "Jake, you should get some rest. I'll stay here so no one can disturb you." He smiled at me, and his dimples showed like they did back before I even knew him. "Harry..." I said in a kind of whiny tone. "Come lay with me." I patted the bed and looked at him seductively. "I will lay with you but, nothing more." He grinned and laughed to himself. He hopped into his bed next to me. We both looked at each other and smiled. In that moment, I knew I really did love him, and was 100% sure, even though I was a bit sozzled. He had the one thing I was missing in life. Love, the love for me, and I could see it staring into the bottomless green pools that were his eyes. Without even realizing it our lips were locked. He kissed me with so much passion, I almost didn't understand it. His lips felt so good on mine. They were so soft and just felt right. His lips parted and I knew he was going to try to gain entry, so I let him. The passin only grew stronger, and stronger as the kiss went on and deepened more so when everything went silent. All I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. It was beating so hard I thought it might rip my chest. So this is what love felt like, and I knew he felt the same thing as he pressed himself against me. Surprisingly enough, Harry was my first kiss, and my first boyfriend. I was kind of a loaner in college, and didn't really feel like dating. And here with Harry, I just knew it was right, like we were meant to be together. Harry stopped kissing me and softly whispered "I love you." and in response I said, "I love you too." He pulled me in close to him. Close to his chest, and I felt so soothed that I fell asleep right there in his arms. 

I woke up the next morning to find Harry was missing. I checked his bathroom to see if he was in there, but he wasn't. I then decide he was probably down stairs, and out his door and down the stairs I went. There were a lot of people still there. All passed out on the floors and furniture  I even passed one on the stairs with a bottle still in his hand. I heard a noise from the kitchen, sure enough it was my Harry. But Harry was only wearing boxer shorts. I thought it was strange, because I remembered him wearing all of his cloths when I fell asleep. I got a sudden chill as I stepped into the kitchen. my feet were bare and on cold lanolin. I looked down and saw that I was only in a pair of boxer shorts as well. The strange thing was I didn't own a single pair of boxer shorts. And these ones looked so familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place it. I decided to sneak over behind Harry and wrap my arms around his waist. It startled him a bit but he realized it was me. He turned around, and smiled at me. "Morning love." He said softly. "You should probably put some cloths on, don't want anyone to see you in a pair of my boxer shorts now do we." His words hit me, and then I remembered why they looked so familiar. They were the pair that he was wearing the morning after my first night at their house. I blushed. "Okay, but if I have to get dressed then so do you." I kissed him, a quick peck on the lips. and walked towards the stairs. Right after I found my cloths and took off his boxers, he walked in. I was naked, and he just stood there, looking at me. Harry closed the door and locked it behind him. I was frozen, I didn't know what to think. I mean sure he is my boyfriend, and he probably saw it last night when he somehow got me into his boxers, but it was still new to me. He acted like it was normal. He walked up to me and kissed me on the lips. I started to blush, which meant my heart started racing, and that means my blood started flowing faster, and where did it go? It went to the thing that was now under his "member" He looked down and laughed to himself. "You better learn to control that or I will have to take care of it sometime." He said stepping back and walking to his dresser. At that, I got dressed as fast as I could. "What's the rush?" He asked as though I was over reacting. "Harry..." I stared off quiet, but got loud enough that he could hear me across the room. "You are my first boyfriend, and last night..." I paused and took a deep breath. "Last night, you took my first kiss." I said pinching my eyes shut as tight as possible just in case he was naked. "Jake, is that true?" His words were filled with concern and I could hear him moving closer to me. "Yes, I didn't want to tell you, but that was the first time anything like this has ever happened." my words sounded like a train wreak I pushed them out so fast, I couldn't understand my self. I opened my eyes and saw him standing less than a foot away from me. "Jake, I don't care. I love you and that is all that should matter. So what if I am your firs kiss, so what if I am your first boyfriend. All that matters is that I will be your last boyfriend, and your last kiss. Because I know you are going to be my last everything." He said with a smile, I couldn't take my eyes off  of his. Looking back at me with those beautiful green orbs. When all of a sudden something brushed against my thigh. I figured it was his hand reaching for mine, but boy was I wrong. Thinking it was his hand I reached for it, and was shocked and the moment was totally gone, after I realized what it was I looked down. But that wasn't what it was at all. It was the inflatable banana from the boys 'Live While Were Young' music video. "Gotcha." He said with a grin and ran back over to the other end of the room. Harry really was still a kid, even if it was at heart. I still loved it.

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