Be my Valentine?

You don't know how to spend your Valentine's day since your celebrity boyfriend, Harry Styles, is unfortunately on tour. Will you hang with your friends, stay home, or what?

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1. Valentine's Day



"So, (y/n), how are you going to spend Valentine's Day?" my friend Talia asked me over the phone.



Talia knew that I would be upset on Valentine's Day since my famous boyfriend, Harry Styles, is currently touring. Valentine's Day happens to be one of my favorite holidays. I want to at least I get a text from Harry.



"I really don't know. I might just stay home," I said, having sympathy for myself.



"Maybe you can hang with Jason and I," she suggested.



Jason is Talia's boyfriend. He is a great guy. He's really handsome too. I approve of him; she's had some interesting boyfriends in the past. Anyway, I don't want to hang with them tomorrow. I will be the third-wheel. Not just that, I wouldn't want to spend Valentine's Day with Harry and her because I feel like we'll be limited to expressing affection with each other.

"It's okay Talia. Thanks for the offer though; I really appreciate it."



"Okay, well just let me know. I have to go, talk to you later girl."



"Okay, bye Talia."



We hung up.



I spent the rest of the day thinking about what I could possibly do. I really shouldn't be making a big deal about this. I just hope I don't let this ruin my day tomorrow.

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"Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart," my mom woke me up, handing me some coffee from Starbucks.



"Thanks mom. And happy Valentine's Day to you too," I said, taking the coffee.



My mom noticed I didn't look thrilled. I mean I appreciate the coffee, but she knows I want to see my boyfriend.



"You'll have a great day, (y/n), I promise."



"Okay," I replied unconvincingly.



My mom left the room. I went on Twitter to see if any of the boy's tweeted. All of them said happy Valentine's Day. Later on, I received texts from all of the boys except Harry. I found myself hurt.



Talia kept texting me, asking me if was okay and I could still join them if I wanted to. By late afternoon or early evening, around five o'clock, I decided to get ready to go out by myself. Being home by myself was driving me crazy.



I showered myself and got dressed. As I was fixing my hair, I heard a faint knock on the front door. It is hailing outside, according to my handy dandy iPhone. Maybe I shouldn't make my hair too nice since the weather is horrid and there's no one to impress.



I think it is my parents, because they went out a couple of hours ago. I hurried downstairs and opened the door.



Instead of it being my parents, I saw a tall, curly haired boy with dimples flashing at me. I jumped in shock and happiness. It was Harry.



His face was red and bruised from the hail and his hair was soaking wet. He looked beautiful.



"So are you going to let me in or-"



"Yeah, yeah, sorry," I said stepping aside. He sniffled as he walked into my warm house.



"Happy Valentine's Day, love," he said, hesitating to hug me.



I hugged him anyway. He was cold; I could feel his body shake as we shared a hug.



My heart fluttered as he looked at me. I missed him so much. Why is he here now?



"Were you surprised?" he asked, noticing my lack of communication.



He smiled as I nodded. "Good, you were supposed to be."



"Why did you leave tour to see me?"



"I missed you," he simply stated.



"I missed you too," I said quietly. "Come upstairs, I will try to find something warmer for you."



Harry chuckled. "Like what (y/n), your little sweaters that don't fit me?"



"Okay, well what do you want to wear though?" I asked, ignoring his sarcastic reply.



He smirked and followed me upstairs. "Why do you look like you're about to go somewhere, love? Not in this weather, I don't want you to get sick."



"I was going to go out until you came."



"Oh, okay, I'll leave then," he joked.



As we approached my room, Harry started to strip his clothes, which startled me.



"What are you doing?" I asked.



"What does it look like I'm doing?"



I rolled my eyes. He stripped down to his boxers, which was the only dry clothing he wore.



"Make youself comfortable, pretty boy," I said, knowing he would anyway.



"I like when you call me that," he laughed.



With his hair still wet and everything, I had the urge to kiss him. Not that I wouldn't want to anyway.



He went into my bed to keep himself warm. "Come here beautiful."



I sat next to him. He rubbed my back as he told me stories about his tour. He's going to stay with me for another day, then leave.



"Lay down next to me," he demanded.



I didn't want to, but I don't want to do anthing to upset him. I got under the covers too, wearing my whole outfit still.



He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my neck.



"Kiss me, Harry," I told him.



His green eyes shined at me. I saw them slowly close as he approached my lips. He kissed me gently.



Butterflies attacked my stomach as he deepened the kiss. I played with his wet hair as he kissed me.



He let go and smiled at me. "I love you, (y/n)."



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