Someone Like You (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Rose and Harry used to be together. They were the couple who was inseparable... that is until they decided to go their separate ways.

"We'll find each other one day, and when we do, we'll go back to the way things were."

That was the promise Harry had made Rose before going on a world tour. That was five long years ago when they were both 18 years old. They're both 23 years old now and have gone on living their lives in their own ways.

Rose is still waiting for the day Harry will waltz back into her life, but she knows it won't happen, she's holding onto false hope. She works at a lousy job where she is forced to copy papers for a living and make coffee runs for the employees. She goes home after work to her cat, Crookshanks, and is by herself for 12 hours before repeating her day once more.

Harry, however, has long forgotten the promise he gave Rose. Harry has been married for a year to his wife, Mallory. Harry hasn't forgotten about Rose though. The rose flower running up his rig

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19. Chapter 18

            The following morning, Harry was awoken to the aroma of bacon filtering in the bedroom from the kitchen. Harry rolled over in his bed and let out a tired sigh as he stretched his arms. He let out a loud groan and closed his eyes. He rested his wrist on his forehead resting his eyes for a few more minutes.

            His phone let out a loud buzz signalling that he had to get out of bed. Harry reached over and took a hold of his thin phone and opened it up to see a message from Rose. A grin appeared on his face as he opened it.

To: Harry
Morning babe! Hoping you can come by today, would love to see you =)
~Rose xx

            Harry didn’t respond since Mallory filtered into the room wearing a silk nightgown that went to her mid-thigh. She walked over to their bed and crawled in next to Harry. He looked at her and she gave him a smile. She pressed her lips to his in a small peck.

            Harry shut his eyes and felt a series of guilty minded thoughts enter his mind. The guilt that he wasn’t really in love with Mallory, but the fact that he was in love with Rose. He also felt as if he were cheating on Rose by doing this, but he had to face his reality. This was his life. This was the path that he chose.

            “I made you breakfast, love,” Mallory said running her cold hands over his bare tattooed chest. He looked into her bright eyes and nodded. “Is something the matter, Harry?”

            “Just thinking, Mal, don’t worry,” he said softly glancing over at his phone making sure it was off.

            “About Zayn? I feel awful about what’s happening with him,” she said whilst running her fingers across his chest. He stared at her hand and felt shivers run up his spine. Not because of her touch, but because of the similar mannerisms between her and Rose.

            The similarities were something that he was beginning to notice even more now. He noticed that they had some of the same mannerisms. Both of the girls liked tracing their long fingers over his tattoos and they both loved to cuddle with him. Maybe this was why he married Mallory; she was just like Rose.

            “Yeah,” he said lying. He looked over to the brown haired girl curled next to him. “What did you make?”

            “Your favourite,” she said with a grin on her face. “I made some eggs, bacon, and toast. I didn’t know if you wanted anything else, but I could make—“

            “What you made is fine, Mal,” he said with a soft chuckle. Mallory let out a sigh of relief and leaned over and kissed Harry’s cheek gently.

            “What are we doing today? Can we have a stay in bed day? We haven’t done that in a long time,” Mallory said looking at Harry with big eyes.

            “I can’t, I’m sorry,” he said brushing some of the loose strands of hair out of her face. “I’m heading to Manchester to help Eleanor with Eliza for the day.”

            “Why?”

            “Mal, Zayn’s in the hospital, it’s the least I could do for him. Besides, Eliza loves playing with me. I stopped by yesterday and she had me playing with my own doll. It was rather funny,” he said with a smile on his face. He looked back at Mallory and saw her giving him a look. “What?”

            “Why can’t we just have our own baby?” she asked and he sighed and let his head fall against the white pillow. “Harry, just listen to me, we can have one. You always talk about your students and even the boys children, but why can’t we have one of our own?”

            “It’s not the right time, Mallory,” he said looking at her. She pursed her lips together. “I know, I’ve been saying that a lot recently, but it’s just not the right time for us to have a baby.”

            “You have, but I don’t get why we can’t just have one.”

            “Just… stop asking, Mallory, I’m not ready for the responsibility right now,” he said changing the words to lie.

            “Not ready?” she asked looking shocked. “You love kids!”

            “It doesn’t mean I don’t want them, Mal, I just am not ready for them to be in my life right now. I’m happy as I am,” he said and rolled out of bed. He walked over to his closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

            “You’re going to walk away then? Walk away from your problems?”

            “Of course not, Mallory, I’m going to Manchester like I said I was going to,” he said and Mallory nodded and watched as Harry made his way to the bathroom.

            Harry looked into the mirror and found himself wondering how this person came about. He felt like he was labelling himself as a liar…a cheater…a lost soul. He was only happy when he was going against everyone’s beliefs. When he was cheating on the woman he married.

            He didn’t feel like he knew himself anymore. He looked in the mirror and saw a stranger compared to the boy who used to be plastered on the cover of magazines. He saw a man who was lost and had no one to turn to. He was that man who women often despised due to his actions. He was the tattooed guy who was dumb in what he did.

            Harry changed out of his clothes quickly and left the bathroom gathering some of the other things he wanted to bring.

            He walked downstairs and saw Mallory sitting at the kitchen table with her tea and a book. He walked to his plate on the counter and put the eggs and bacon on a slice of toast and put the other slice over it.

            He walked out of his home without a word and left to his car. He climbed into the car and swung his seatbelt around his body and buckled it. He started the car as he bit into his impromptu sandwich and backed out of his driveway.

            Harry leaned over and clicked the radio on. When he turned it on, he was greeted by his own voice when he was seventeen years old. One Thing blasted throughout the car. Harry felt his heart race because he hadn’t even thought they played One Direction’s music anymore.

            “That was One Direction’s hit song One Thing from their freshman album, Up All Night. Rumour has it the boys are all together again, isn’t that right, Nick?”

            “Right you are, Josh,” Nick Grimshaw’s voice boomed over the radio. Harry let out a soft chuckle as he heard the voice of his old friend. “However, not for the best of reasons.”

            “All you young, and old, Directioners out there better keep One Direction in your thoughts. Zayn Malik is reportedly hospitalized due to an illness. Reporters are unsure as to what kind of illness is affecting the young lad, but he is in hospital.”

            “I can’t imagine how the boys are dealing with it.”

            “You were good friends with Harry Styles, right?”

            “Yes I was.”

            “How do you think he’s dealing with it?”

            “Harry’s very emotional to these kinds of things. So I’m pretty sure he’s dealing with it as best as he can,” Nick said and Harry let out a sigh glancing down at the illuminated numbers on his radio. Nick still knew him and not once had he contacted him.

            Harry grabbed his phone as he approached the red light. He dialled the familiar radio number and held it up to his ear. He knew his fans deserved to know how Zayn was doing. He also thought it was best if he do it, he hasn’t done anything media related in over five years.

            “Melanie from BBC Radio 1, what can I do for you?”

            “Hello, this is Harry Styles, I would like to talk to Nick and Josh over the air about Zayn Malik.”

            “Oh, uh… one moment, please,” she said and put Harry on hold. Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Mr. Styles,” her voice chirped as she came back on the phone.

            “The producers have agreed to have you for an interview now, is that alright?”

            “Hence the reason I called,” he said and she let out a soft chuckle.

            “I’m redirecting you now,” she said over the line and he heard a few clicks.

            “We are going to do a surprise interview this morning. Morning!” Josh’s voice called over the radio and Harry’s phone. Harry quickly reached over and turned it off.

            “Hello!” Harry chimed a smile forming on his face. He missed doing interviews, he missed talking with the interviewers and playing their dumb games.

            “Is it me or does that sound just like Harry Styles?” Nick asked over the air. Harry let out a laugh and shook his head. “How ya’ doing mate?”

            “Alright, you?”

            “I’m good as well. We were just talking about you!”

            “I heard and that’s why I called, actually!”

            “If you listeners just tuned in, Harry Styles from One Direction has just phoned in to give us news on his fellow band member,” Josh said into the microphone informing everyone as they tuned in. He assumed that they would say this a few more times throughout his time on the phone.

            “How is Zayn?”

            “He’s getting better,” Harry replied vaguely. “Zayn has cancer that he’s getting treated for. Perrie and Louis are at the hospital right now since he just had surgery.”

            “Bloody hell, poor lad! How did you find out?”

            “Louis and I are teachers and he phoned me during school one day. I hadn’t talked to them in years and well, needless to say I went back to them. I was a bit shocked when I saw them, they all looked so old!”

            “Who’s going to beat you up for that comment?”

            “Probably Louis,” Harry said with a laugh. “He let me crash in his guest room for the week when I was there. The git forgot to tell me he and Eleanor had a baby… a new baby.”

            “Do you reckon he did that on purpose?”

            “Yeah, he’s a git,” Harry said with a laugh. “No they’re all great. I’m heading to visit Eleanor to help with Zayn’s daughter for the day.”

            “Well, best of luck to you mate!” Josh said.

            “Call me later, Harry! I still have the same number! Tell Zayn he better get well!”

            “I will! Thanks boys!” Harry said and ended the call with a small smile on his face.

            Harry noticed he was only five minutes from Rose’s flat. He was having an okay day, but he felt rather elated from doing his first media interview in five years. He didn’t think he would do okay, but he was glad it went well. He didn’t even care if he got a call from Modest! He just wanted to let the fans know.

            Harry parked his car and got out with a smile on his face. He went to the lift and pressed the up button and waited. He folded his hands in front of his torso and rocked on his heels.

            “Hey,” someone said behind him. He turned to face the source and he saw a woman with a young girl, about two or three, holding her hand. “You’re Harry Styles, aren’t you?”

            “Yeah,” he said with a smile growing on his lips. Harry didn’t let his teeth show, he was hiding his excitement. He felt as he did when he first started getting noticed. It felt new, but this was a different kind of new.

            “I was a huge fan,” she said pressing her hand over her chest. “This is my daughter Lianne. It’s supposed to be a play on Liam because he was my favourite,” she said with a blush on her cheeks. “I’m Lilian by the way. Do you mind if I get a photo?”

            “Not at all. I might be a bit rubbish, haven’t done one of these in years,” he said with a laugh.

            “It’s alright, I’ve always wanted to meet you lads,” she said with a grin. “Lianne, love, do you remember Mummy telling you about those boys I listen to? This is one of them,” she said pointing to Harry. Lianne looked at Harry and Harry gave a small wave.

            Harry took the girl’s phone and stood near the two of them and snapped a photo. He made sure the photo looked alright before handing her the phone back. She gave Harry a hug and thanked him.

            Harry came to a conclusion that this was a weird day.

            It was turning into a good day and it could only get better.

            Harry bid the girls a goodbye and stepped into the open lift and rode up to Rose’s flat. Harry walked over to her door and knocked on it gently. He waited for about five minutes until Rose came over to the door and opened it.

            “I’ve been waiting,” Rose said with a playful smile on her face. “What was the hold up?”

            “Let’s see,” Harry started as he walked into the flat. He pressed his lips against hers in a quick kiss and then looked at his hands. “I got into a fight with Mallory. The usual, the baby thing. I drove here, called into BBC Radio 1 and gave my first interview in five years, and I took a photo with a fan which I haven’t done in about five years. I’ve had a good day, you?”

            “Wow, I’m impressed! All that in one day? All I could manage was to wear a sexy outfit for you and did some writing,” she said wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck. Harry instinctively placed his hands on her waist and smiled at her.

            “Sexy outfit? This does not sound like Rose Arthur. Especially when my best mate’s wife and his child and niece are here.”

            “No one is here,” she said with a soft whisper. “It’s just you and me, Haz.”

            Harry looked at her and smiled wide. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. She brought her hands up and tangled her long fingers in his hair. Harry took a hold of her waist and hoisted her up and pushed her against the wall.

            Rose took a hold of the bottom of Harry’s shirt and lifted it over his head and tossed it to the side most likely landing on the sofa. Rose ran her hands over Harry’s bare chest and twisted one of her fingers on the metal of his necklace.

            Harry took the silk robe off of Rose’s body letting it fall to the ground. His mouth seemed to water at the sight. Rose was wearing a large v-cut, spaghetti strapped silk nightie that came up to her mid-thighs. He was also about 100% positive that she had no pants on underneath the nightie.

            Harry’s hands began to roam her body. His hands trailed up her legs reaching her thighs. Rose let out a soft shiver at his gentle touch. Harry’s hands snuck underneath her silk nightie and felt the bare skin.

            “I knew you had no pants,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to hers. She let out a soft giggle and tilted her head to the side.

            Harry’s long fingers met her warmth and she let out a soft gasp at his cold touch. His fingers massaged her womanhood making her wet. She held onto Harry’s shoulders and tried her best to spread her legs open farther.

            Harry pried his fingers between her folds rubbing over her nub. She let out a gasp and hit her head against the painted wall. Harry grinned and kept rubbing his finger over her nub in a circling motion. He watched her as he did so. Her face had pure pleasure written all over it. She was pressing her nails into his shoulder blades as she bucked her hips forward trying to get more of his touch.

            “Slow down, love, making love to you takes time,” Harry whispered in a seductive tone making Rose’s mind go crazy.

            “I want you, Harry,” she said and he shook his head with a smile on his face.

            “Not yet.”

            Harry lifted her up and carried her over to the bedroom and he let her fall against the end of the bed. She propped herself on her elbows and looked at Harry. He pressed one of his hands down on her knee and he placed his moist fingers back on her woman hood.

            His fingers ran over the bundle of nerves encasing her opening. He played with it using the pad of his thumb as he gently pressed on it. She arched her back moving her bum forward and trying to get more of the pleasure filled feeling.

            “H-Harry,” she choked out reaching out and grasping onto the duvet beneath her. “Please.”

            “Not yet,” he said with a smirk on his face. With that being said, he inserted one finger into her and she let out a loud gasp followed by a loud moan. “I’m all about the element of surprise.”

            He pumped his finger inside of her slowly for a few moments before inserting another one of his fingers. The only audible noises in the room was Rose and Harry’s breathing as well as the slopping noises that Harry was making as he pumped his fingers in Rose.

            Rose was letting out low grunts that sounded somewhat cannibalistic and Harry found it extremely sexy. He pulled his fingers out of her not breaking his eye contact from her.

            Her brown eyes seemed to be searching for why he had stopped. Harry licked his hands free of her juices. Harry took hold of the end of the purple nightie and lifted it up so it came off of her body with ease.

            He began placing soft kisses all the way up her torso, along her breasts, her neck, and finally meeting her lips. He held the back of her head holding her as close as he was able. Rose reached to Harry’s jeans and undid them. Harry caught the waist band grabbing his wallet. He grabbed the small package out of it and let his jeans fall to the ground with a soft thud.

            Rose took the small package from Harry and tore it open and took the rubber condom from the inside and rolled it onto his long length. Harry pushed her legs farther apart. He positioned himself in front of her opening lightly rubbing against it making him go crazy.

            He pushed forward penetrating her opening and pulled back out then back in. He let out a loud grunt at the tightness of her walls. He continued the actions in a slow manner. He didn’t want to rush anything with her; he wanted to feel her because he doesn’t often take the time to do this.

            Rose felt her walls beginning to clench with an ache and her stomach began twisting in tight knots. Rose began to tremble under Harry as she released her first orgasm. Harry let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. He was nowhere near close, but that was because he wasn’t teased like she was.

            He took her hands and held them above her head lacing her fingers with his. As he quickened his pace a little, he watched her as he made love to her. He leaned his head down and brushed his lips against hers as he thrust back and forth.

Harry and Rose stared at each other with their eyes as their lips brushed back and forth as Harry moved backward and forward. Rose leaned up and pressed her lips to his and rocked back and forth with Harry. She felt him take a gasp as he released into the rubber condom.

Harry rode out his high and paused keeping himself in Rose. He stared at her with his intense green eyes. Rose stared right back at him with her curious brown eyes. Harry’s heart was going a million miles per minute, but was unable to place whether it was from the love making he just did or if it was from the butterflies he felt every time he looked at Rose and she was looking right back at him.

Harry pulled himself out of Rose and lay down next to her. She slid herself up on the bed and cuddled against his chest resting her head on his arm. Harry pulled her close to his body and kissed the top of her head.

“I love you,” he whispered softly to her.

“I love you, too, Harry,” Rose said and pressed her lips against his.

It was a good day.
 

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