He's Not Worth It

“He’s not worth it.” That’s the lie Maggie’s been telling herself for months. That it wasn’t worth it to even try to get involved with a man like Harry Styles. He was a world traveler, a famous musician. And her? She was just his neighbor. A friend. “He’s not worth it.” She said it so many times to herself, but never once did she believe it.

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9. {Nine - If that's what you want}

“I’m hungry,” Harry said bluntly. Maggie couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles. How could he be think about food at a time like this? Her mind was still in a sex coma.

“What?” He smiled as he propped himself up on his elbow to look at her.

“You just… you make me laugh,” she said as her laughter subsided.

He laughed lightly before he leaned down and kissed her delicately on the lips.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat?” He questioned.

Mm. Yes, please,” she said, smiling as she watched him get out of bed.

He didn’t even bother to put any clothes on as he walked out to his kitchen. Maggie followed, but only after she put his t-shirt over her body.

Mm, you should have stayed naked,” Harry smiled at her as he let Hemingway out of his kennel.

“And let Hemmy see me naked? Uh-uh,” Maggie gasped playfully.

“You’re right,” he smiled, kissing her on the nose before swiftly moving toward the kitchen in all his naked glory.

“You mind letting Hemingway out to go to the loo?” Harry asked from over his shoulder as he stood in front of the refrigerator.

“Sure thing, Styles,” Maggie smiled at him and walked toward the patio door.

“Come on, Hemmy-baby. Do you need to go potty?” She asked the dog as she opened up the sliding door.

“What are you in the mood for?” Harry asked curiously. Hmm, how about round two?

“I don’t know. I’ll have whatever you’re having. Nothing elaborate. You don’t need to impress me. You’ve already slept with me,” she told him, sending him a wry smile.

“You’re right. Peanut butter and Jelly it is,” Harry joked. Maggie gave him a playful giggle before she let Hemmy back inside.

She walked back to the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast bar, watching Harry move effortlessly around the kitchen. He was most definitely not making PB&J – he was making some sort of vegetarian omelets. It smelled wonderful – and the view of his naked well-sculpted ass wasn’t half bad either.

He grabbed two beers out of the fridge and placed them in front of the two plates of omelets he made before he came and sat down next to her. They ate in peaceful silence – Hemmy lying on his dog bed in the corner. The omelet was culinary magic. Harry was literally blessed with everything.

“Phenomenal, Harry. So good,” Maggie boasted once she was finished.

“Was I that good in bed?” He smirked playfully at her.

“Oh, God. That’s another story,” she laughed as a blush crept up her cheeks.

“You’re blushing. You’re quite adorable,” he said, kissing her cheek as he stood up and grabbed their plates, bringing them to the sink.

Maggie finished off her beer and Harry disposed of the bottles, before walking back over to her.

“Ready for bed?” He asked.

She looked at the clock – two in the morning. She hadn’t stayed up this late in ages. She debated on whether or not she should burst his bubble and tell him she should probably go home, but the hopefulness in his eyes and the fact that they both were recovering from two horribly shitty days was reason enough for her to stay.

“Yeah,” Maggie told him as she hopped down from the stool. He immediately gave her a wide smile.

“I’ve got to say goodnight to Hemmy,” she told him as she bent down, getting on her knees in front of the dog.

“Nah-night, Hemmy. I love you,” she told the dog and kissed him on his head before scratching behind his ears.

“I don’t know what’s sexier – you telling my dog you love him or the fact that your amazing bum is sticking out of my t-shirt, giving me a great view,” Harry said from behind her. Maggie sat back on her feet and looked up at him with a bashful smile.

“Both – definitely both,” he insisted, smiling widely at her as he stuck out a hand to help her up.

Once she was standing, he pulled her to his chest and kissed her on the lips. Seconds later he was pulling her to the bedroom once again. 

“You can’t sleep with this on,” Harry told her as he pulled the shirt off of her body.

“Oh, I can’t, huh?” Maggie giggled playfully.

“No way,” he said as he crawled into bed. Maggie followed suit, climbing in next to him.

He pulled her to his body and she cuddled up next to him as he shut off the lights. They laid there for a little while – until they realized just how wide awake they were.

“How about round two?” Maggie asked. She didn’t have to wait for a reply before Harry was on top of her, laughing playfully.

 

When Maggie opened her eyes the next morning, the early sunlight was too much to handle. Her head was pounding and her stomach felt queasy. Oh, god. How much did she drink last night? Letting her eyes adjust to the sunlight, she opened them slowly. She was confused – really confused. She was in her room, but it was exactly opposite. What the hell was going on? She sat up quickly, feeling something pinning the blanket down between her legs. When she looked to see what it was, she spotted Hemmy lying there looking up sleepily at her. Hemingway? Confused, Maggie looked around and noticed none of her own belongings. Oh, god.

Slowly she looked over at the sleeping figure next to her in bed – Harry. Her brain was turning around in spirals. Did they—? They did. Even if the memories of the night before hadn’t started bombarding her mind, their naked bodies were proof enough. She didn’t know what to think or how to handle the situation. She felt extremely awkward to say the least.

Hemmy stood up and stretched enthusiastically before he crawled up to Maggie and licked her face.

“Hi, boy,” she whispered, petting his head and ears.

“You need to go potty?” She asked the dog. He wagged his little stub tail and panted his tongue.

“Come on,” she said, making a move to get up. Hemmy hopped down off the bed and she followed.

Retrieving Harry’s t-shirt and boxers from the previous night, she put them on to cover her very naked body. Hemmy already ran out to the living room and was standing in front of the patio door waiting for Maggie when she got out there.

“You gotta go potty? I’m coming, baby,” Maggie cooed at the adorable puppy.

She let him out the door and watched as he ran around like a crazy little boy before he took care of his business. She let him back in and gave him one of the treats Harry had stationed by the door. Hemmy then immediately went straight to his water dish and began lapping up the water. Maggie wasn’t sure if she could love that puppy any more than she already did.

Slowly, she walked to Harry’s bathroom to take care of her own business. As she sat down, she felt completely sore between her legs and she knew it was another dead giveaway about her night with Harry. As she was washed her hands, she looked in the mirror, noticing her ghastly appearance. Good God – she looked horrifying. She grabbed a wash cloth from his cupboard and wet it to wash her face, using some of his facial soap.

When she finally left the bathroom, she debated on just running home or actually going back into Harry’s room. Slowly she found herself padding across the floor toward the bedroom. He was still asleep when she walked in, which she was grateful for. She wasn’t ready to face him – she didn’t have enough time to think everything through.

Maggie stood at the end of his bed and watched him sleep for a few moments. He was lying on his stomach and her eyes traced over the taut muscles in his back and the stubble along his jaw line. He was absolutely stunning. She could see the soft rise and fall of his chest and back as he breathed in and out.

She began thinking about the previous night – her GPA drop and Harry’s heart break. Getting drunk at the bar, dancing, and walking home. And a few flashes of skin on skin raced through her brain. She already knew it to be true, but her heart still dropped anyway. She knew in her heart she was just a rebound for him and that wasn’t what she wanted. Kendall broke his heart and he needed an outlet and unfortunately Maggie was that for him beyond what she should have been. And she was certain it blew any chance she had with him in the long run. She’d been in love with him for almost half a year and she let things go way too far in a matter of moments. She let it build up between them, only to be destroyed in one careless, drunken hook-up. 

Why buy the cow if he got the milk for free?

Quickly, Maggie gathered up her belongings – her bra and panties, her jeans and shoes. Where the hell was her shirt? She gave Harry one more backwards glance before she left the bedroom on a mission to find the rest of her stuff. As soon as she walked into the living room, Hemmy was at her feet.

“You’ve got to stay here, buddy. I’m sorry,” she said, bending over to pet his head.

Maggie spotted her discarded sweatshirt and t-shirt at the bottom of his foyer stairs. Good Lord. They were eager the night before. Her purse was also left by the front door – the door still unlocked.

Hemmy followed her into the foyer as she grabbed up her things.

“Baby, you’ve got to stay here. Daddy will miss you if I take you with me,” Maggie told the little pooch. Hemmy whined as she moved toward the door.

“You’re breaking my heart right now, Win,” she told him.

“I have a feeling you’re about to break mine,” Maggie heard from the top of the stairs.

She looked up, shocked. Harry was standing there in a clean pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs, as she was in his previous pair and his t-shirt, gripping all of her clothes in her arm.

“Harry…” She breathed.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Home,” she told him.

“You can’t stay? I know you don’t have school,” he pointed out.

“Harry…” She breathed, her heart feeling as if it were dying in her chest. He walked down the stairs toward her.

“Stay,” he told her once he was standing in front of her.

“I can’t,” she told him.

“Work?” He asked optimistically.

“No,” she shook her head, avoiding his gaze.

“Then, what?” He asked.

“I think it’s best if we don’t let that happen again,” she told him reluctantly.

There was a long pause between them as Harry stared at her, even though she couldn’t do the same.

“If that’s what you want,” he said finally.

It was the last thing she wanted, but she didn’t want to get her heart broken when Kendall suddenly decided she wanted him back. She wasn’t going to be played a fool. Like, ‘Maggie’ll understand, we were just having fun’. No, no, no. She was getting her heart the hell out of there before it even had a chance to get broken – but the feeling inside her chest already told her she was too late.

“It’s what I want,” she nodded.

“Alright,” Harry said quietly, disappointed.

“Bye, Harry,” she said, pulling open the door.

“Bye, Maggie,” he said quietly.

As Maggie made a move out the door, Hemmy trailed after her.

“Hemmy, no –”

“Hemingway, no –”

They both spoke at the same time – and then their eyes met. Maggie saw sadness in his and she was certain he saw the same in hers.

“Come on, Hemingway,” Harry said sternly, grabbing the eager puppy.

Without another word, Maggie walked out the door, shutting it behind her. Her heart squeezed tightly in her chest and she felt like she was about to break down. She needed to wait until she got into her house in fear of the possibility of Harry seeing her tears. She had to wait. Once she got to her doorstep, she began digging in her purse, but she was so flustered that she ended up dropping the purse on the stoop and its contents fell all over.

“FUCK!” She screamed, throwing the clothes she had in her arms onto the step next to her disheveled purse.

There was no way she could stop the tears now. She pulled her keys from the mess and unlocked the door. Frustrated, she just heaved everything into her entryway and ran inside, locking the door behind her.

She was a mess of tears as she showered and cleansed herself of him. She laid in bed and let the tears continue. Not only did she end her academic excellence that week, but she also lost Harry in the process of getting her mind off of her major life fuck up. Why did she let things go so far? Her stupid libido just wouldn’t leave well enough alone.

He was worth it and she screwed everything up.

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