One Direction One Shots

One shots about Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn. These were written before Zayn left the band.

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18. Harry Styles 5

~I miss your soft lips, I miss your white sheets
I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek
and this is so hard 'cause I didn't see
that you were the love of my life and it kills me
It was raining, well more like pouring. I was sitting at my piano attempting to write a song for my music finals. I was struggling to find an idea when my eyes scan across the room landing on the same picture it always does, one of me and Harry. I sighed. It’s only been a month since we broke up but the pain I felt then is still fresh in my mind. I bring my gaze back to the piano and just stare at the keys. ‘What should I write?’ I asked myself, ‘what will give me a good grade and be a good song?’
I see your face in strangers on the street
I still say your name when I'm talking in my sleep
And in the limelight, I play it off fine
But I can't handle it when I turn off my night light
But I can't handle it when I turn off my night light
“I got it!” I exclaimed, even though I was the only one in the house. “I’ll write about us,” I whispered, “and get everything off my chest.” I smiled weakly and picked up my pencil to start writing the lyrics. “Okay, I’ve got an idea… Now where to begin?”
*FLASHBACK*
“Morning love,” I heard Harry whisper in my ear. I smiled in my sleep and rolled over to see him lying there smiling at me lazily. “You’ve got stubble,” I giggled girlishly. That only made his dimpled smile bigger. “Well I am nineteen sweetheart, it comes with age.” I laughed. “I swear sometimes you just say things to say them.”
*END OF FLASHBACK*
They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me
Young love murder, that is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone
Alone
The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed
Young love murder, that is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone
Alone
I smiled at the memory. It happened just about every morning. I would picture his face and all the exact details of it. It was a bad habit and I knew it. I scribbled down the lyrics and poked at a couple of keys on the piano to get a feel for the scale.
Remember the time we jumped the fence when
The Stones were playing and we were too broke to get in
You held my hand and they made me cry while
I swore to God it was the best night of my life
Or when you took me across the world
We promised that this would last forever but now I see
It was my past life, a beautiful time
Drunk off of nothing but each other 'til the sunrise
Drunk off of nothing but each other 'til the sunrise
*FAST FORWARD*
A couple hours and two Kleenex boxes later I had finished my song. Of course, I still needed music to go with my lyrics and I needed to edit and record myself playing and singing the song, but that could wait a while.
I walked into my kitchen and prepared to make myself a sandwich when the doorbell rang. Not expecting anyone to visit today I carefully made my way to the door. I peeked through the peephole and saw brown hair and lots of it. Thinking it was my best friend I open the door and state,
“Jen, I don’t have time for this today. You know good and well that I need to finish my song for my music finals.”
They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me
Young love murder, that is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone
Alone
The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed
Young love murder, that is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone
Alone
“Your song?” A deep voice said. “I would love to hear it.”
I gasped. “H-Harry? What are you doing here?”
“I happened to be in town and I wanted to see you. Bad.”
I looked up into his emerald eyes and I could see they were tearing up.
“You’re still as beautiful as I remember you to be,” he says cupping my cheek gently.
It was a past life, a beautiful time
Drunk off of nothing but each other 'til the sunrise
I leaned into his touch as I always did.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks quietly.
I slowly nod my head and lean closer to his face. Our lips collide gently and hesitantly as if not to ruin the moment.
They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me
Young love murder, that is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone
Alone
After our kiss, I played the song I wrote for Harry because he wanted to hear it. When I was done he just stared at me for a moment before kissing my cheek.
“Was that about us?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I reply sheepishly. “I didn’t have any other ideas and I needed to get some things off my chest from the past. So I thought, ‘Hey why not write a song about it?’ And here we are!”
He chuckles. “Well, I’m glad you did, because that is one of the best songs I’ve heard in a long time.”
“Thanks,” I reply smiling.
The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed
Young love murder, that is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone
Alone
 

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