Harry & Pepper.

a series of one shots involving Harry and Pepper.


2. Thunder Storms.

Ugh fuck, I hate being woken up like this. Quickly shooting my hand out of the covers to grab my phone from the side, I raised the duvet above my head and curled up underneath it, protected from the outside world. 2.17am. Well that’s great. Rolling onto my side, I attempted to fall back to sleep, tossing and turning to get comfortable. The rain began to die down, the wind not so loud and forceful. And just when my eyelids were finally dropping, the biggest roar of thunder sounded, so strong I could feel the house shake. I screamed, jumping out of bed and running across the hall. I hoped I wouldn't have to do this, but I knew there was no chance of me getting back to sleep now.

"Harry?" I gently knocked on his bedroom door, opening it slightly to see if I could spot him. There he was, body tangled within the sheets as his chest rose and fell steadily. A small snore left his mouth, body rearranging to find comfort. The sheet fell down his chest, giving me a chance to take in his defined torso. A second loud roar of thunder startled me, snapping me out of my trance as I sprinted into Harry's room instead of knocking again. I hated my fear, one of the things that I would always worry about people discovering. Ever since I was little, I would find comfort in being with someone, waiting the storm to ride out. That usually meant me sister, my fingers clinging on to her as though my life depended on it as we slept. "Harry?" Fingertips pressed into the firm skin of his shoulders, shaking him slightly in an attempt to wake him up. I shook him again, this time with a little more force. Long curled eyelashes that were fanned out over his cheeks rose, green eyes partially showing.

"Hmm?" Harry stirred, obviously still half asleep. I stood there for a while, trying to build up the courage to share my most shamed fear with a boy I hadn't known for very long. Harry's fingers felt around his chest, a gentle squeeze when he reached my hand encouraging me to continue. Ah, fuck it.

"I'm scared of the thunder, do you mind if I stay in here tonight?" He didn't say anything. Well that's better than bursting into laughter like I had expected. Shuffling over to one definite side of the bed, he allowed me to slip in next to him. I balanced on the furthest edge of the mattress that I could without falling off, not wanting to take up to much of Harry's bed space. My chosen position didn’t seem to be the one Harry agreed with, his arm curling under my neck as he coaxed my head towards his bare chest. I tried resisting, but his adamant actions couldn't be objected to. He shuffled his body around, morphing into my side. As much as I wanted to, I restrained myself from wrapping my arms around his waist and breathing in his scent. The most intimate moment between us yet only being an innocent hug or playful flirting around the house. I realised Harry must still be in his dream world when a pair of lips pushed against the top of my head, despite my heart fluttering as he did. I couldn't deny that I had started to have feelings for the boy.

"Go to sleep. I'll protect you."




I nuzzled further into my pillow, the restless night I had only leaving me with what felt like 5 minutes sleep. I didn't want to get up. Groaning, I rolled over, attempting to take my pillow with me. "Pepper, my leg doesn’t bend that way babe." I sharply opened my eyes, surprised by Harry's voice in my room. I was surprised at what I saw, his room… and his foot by my face.

"What the hell?!" I squealed, sitting up abruptly to find Harry propped up on his elbows, chuckling at me. I went to stand up, but Harry grabbed my wrist, pulling me back to him so my face was next to his.

"Noo." He whined, nuzzling into my body. I had no idea what was going on, the lack of comfort I was feeling overriding the fact that I was in bed with Harry. "Stay, please. You're really warm." I forced Harry to explain everything, including the reason why I was in bed with him. The last thing I remember was getting woken up by the storm, nothing else. After hearing Harry out and thanking him for what he did, I went to stand up again, removing his arm from my waist. "Please don't go, Pepper. It's freezing in here!" I raised my eyebrow at him, showing his persuasive skills weren't quite up to scratch. "Anyway, I don't think you'll want to go anywhere without these…" He grinned, a smile that meant he was up to something. A pair of my pyjama shorts were twirled around on his fingers.

"Why do you have them?" I gasped, stealing them from his grasp.

"You practically attacked me as you kicked them off in your sleep… along with these." That grin of his was back again. He whipped up his hands, revealing my underwear. I gasped once more; I could feel my cheeks going red as I felt up my leg to find nothing there. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything." His cheeky grin made me scowl, our situation very uncomfortable for me right now. Snatching them back, I shimmied them up my legs. "I never saw you as a Tom& Jerry girl… more of a Spongebob girl I think." I slapped Harry's arm, scolding his not-so-funny joke. He obviously thought different, laughing along to himself. Immature little prick.

"I'm going for a shower," I stated, running out of Harry's room as fast as I could.




"Babe, I was only joking earlier, you know." Harry turned off the radio as he drove us to the studio. I had barely said a word to him since I had left his room earlier that morning, too embarrassed to face him. "And being scared of thunder is nothing to be ashamed about."

"It's not that." Well it kinda was, but that wasn't the worst of it. I hung my head, my words only coming out in a small whisper.

"Then what is it?" Harry questioned, taking a small glance at me before taking my hand in his. He moved them around so the back of my hand was touching his palm, making it easier from him to drive with our hands still entwined. I knew it was only a friendly gesture, but to me it felt like so much more. But that was just my feelings getting in the way of reality.

"I came into your room in the middle of the night because I was scared. How childish is that? Then, to top it all off, I practically stripped right in front of you. If that's not embarrassing then please, tell me what is." I hung my head, my hair providing a shield from Harry. I attempted to shake my hand out of Harry's hold. But all it did was encourage him to hold tighter.

"Babe, don't be embarrassed." Harry pulled into the studio car park, finally letting go of my hand when he needed to pull on the hand brake. I tried to get out of the car as quickly as I could, but Harry locked me in, refraining me from doing as I wanted.

"Harry, let me go." I whined, hoping he would give in.

"Don't be embarrassed okay. I'm sure I've done worst things than that, and plus, it was really cute." He used his fingers to get a hold of my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye.

"That's not a good thing."

"It is. It meant I could protect you." I blushed at his words, my heart leaping into my mouth when he pressed his lips lightly against my forehead. "Now come on you, let's go. I promise I won't say anything." Before I knew it, Harry was out of the car and walking to the studio entrance.

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