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


12. Chapter 11

Early the following morning, Rose awoke to the sweet aroma of breakfast being cooked in the kitchen. She sat up in her bed and squinted from the orange rays of the bright sun seeping its way through her curtains tickling her skin. Rose let out a yawn, a croaking noise erupting from the back of her throat. She brought her hands to her eyes and rubbed them trying to rid herself of sleep.

She found enough courage to get herself out of bed. She threw her bare legs off the bed and let them dangle above the floor. She reached her arms up above her head and cracked her back and tilted her head to the side getting the kinks out of her neck. Rose let a soft sigh escape the space between her lips.

She stood up and walked over to the window and looked out and saw the rain come down from the gray skies. She saw people walking on the cement sidewalks carrying black and other various coloured umbrellas. She took a hold of her hair and gathered it bringing it over so it was sitting on one of her shoulders instead of both of them.

She ran her hands over her bare shoulders and shivered at the cold touch of her own hand. She closed her eyes and wished she could have Harry's long fingers trailing down her pale skin leaving her whole body tingling. She missed the soft kisses Harry would leave against her shoulder blade as he had his arms around her body.

She picked up her pink robe and put it on her body slipping one arm in at a time. She closed it tying the silk tie around her waist. She took a few strides over to her dresser drawer and pulled a pair of socks from it and slipped them on her feet. Rose walked out of her bedroom and towards the kitchen where she found her brother standing in front of the stove cooking breakfast.

"Morning Rose," Isaac said with a smile upon seeing his tired looking sister. He was stirring pancake batter in a bowl and occasionally glancing at the cooking meat on the frying pan.

"Morning, Is," she said giving her brother a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "Do you have the tea pot going yet?" she asked and he shook his head glancing at the tea pot.

"I can start that now," he said placing the batter down on the blue counter and grasping the handle of the glass tea pot and dumping out it's old contents. He rinsed the teapot and let the water flow into it filling it halfway.

"How did you sleep?" Isaac questioned after a few moments of silence as he switched the stove on.

"Quite well, actually, it's was quite nice," she said with a smile on her face, "I just miss having Harry with me. I have grown so used to sleeping in his arms these past ten days that it was hard to grow accustomed to last night.

Isaac didn't respond to his sister, instead he kept his lips pressed in a straight line on his mouth. His brow was furrowed as he made breakfast. Rose watched her brother curiously wondering why he seemed to grow so silent all of a sudden. She was so used to her brother giving her reassuring comments or advice, but this time, he refrained from doing so.

Rose leaned back in her kitchen chair and let out a soft, pondering sigh and took a hold of her book on the table and flipped it open to the page where she had left off. She scooted the chair closer to the chipped, wooden table and leaned her elbow on it and read her book intensely. As she read, her eyebrows were in a frown as she concentrated. Her hand was brushed through her hair holding her long locks back.

"Here's your breakfast. Your tea will be done soon, Rose," Isaac said in a whisper-like tone as he placed her food in front of her. She took her bookmark, which was conveniently a top of the box from her Yorkshire Tea, and placed it in her book.

"Thank you," she said and watched her brother's slow movements. She picked up the heavy, silver fork and cut a piece of heavily drenched pancakes and took a bite letting her teeth and her lips hold onto the four prongs of the fork for a few moments.

Isaac placed her cup of tea in front of her and took a seat himself. He was feeling a burning in his chest that was caused from his pent up anger of his younger sister's tragic love life. He despised Harry for doing what he was doing to both women in his life. One of them was going to get hurt and to hell it was going to be his little sister.

"I don't like the fact you're still seeing Harry," Isaac said after a few moments. Rose looked up at her brother, "I don't like that you're sleeping with a married man, either."

Rose took in a deep breath and pushed her plate back and folded her hands in front of her and placed her clasped hands on the table and looked at her brother. Her lips were pulled outward and she looked at him as if she were waiting for him to go on.

"Well, go on. You've already started harassing about how I live my life, why not continue?"

"Rose, don't be sar-"

"I have every right to be, you're not Dad, Isaac. You're supposed to give me advice, not be a jerk and tell me what is right and wrong in my life," Rose said brushing her fingers through her hair. Isaac slammed his hands down on the table and looked at his little sister.

"I'm not going to sit here and watch you sleep with a married man! Do you know how wrong that is?"

"I LOVE HIM!" Rose screamed at her brother standing up and looking at her brother with rage filled eyes, "Harry loves me and I love him. By the end of the year, he said that he's getting divorced and then we'll be together."

"Yeah, he said something of the likes the last time."

"We changed."

Rose crossed her arms and looked away, her hair flicking itself over her shoulder and tickling the side of her neck. Her breathing was heavy and she had the side of her cheek in between her teeth sucking on the wet skin in her mouth. Her eyes were sealed shut and taking in slow, heavy breaths.

"No one can change to not break your heart. Face it, you're going to get yourself hurt... again," Isaac said softly as he looked at his sister. He knew he was not going to win because Rose just wasn't having this argument at all. She didn't want to listen nor did she want to even think about this.

"I don't believe you."

"Things will never be the same, Rose. As much as you want to admit that nothing has changed, so much has. You both grew up," Isaac said softly placing a hand on Rose's should when he stood next to her.

"It feels the same, though. It feels like it's always going to be just me and him, no one else," Rose whispered walking over to the large window overlooking the city of Manchester. She pressed her forehead against the cold glass and looked down below and saw the people walking along the sidewalks.

Rose shifted so her entire body was leaned against the window and she just watched. Her mind was filled with thoughts about her life and how much she liked it the way it was. The only thing she would change, if she could, would be Harry wouldn't be married to Mallory. That was her one dream in life-- to be freed of Mallory and finally begin her life once again; with Harry.

Rose wanted nothing more than to wake up in the morning and stare into his piercing green eyes. She loved how he would make sure her body was pulled against his as they slept. His arms wrapped around her torso and his hands holding hers as they slept. His head rested in the crook of her neck making her feel the soft, moist ridden breaths as he slept. She missed the feeling of sleeping in his arms; they fit like two puzzle pieces made for each other.

Visions of their past, when they were eighteen, flooded through her mind as she reminisced about the past. Her favourite memory was when they would spend countless afternoons at one another's house. They would always spend time together in the cellar of Harry's family home. The green sofa sitting in front of the large television was where the pair often called their home.

Harry would typically be laying across the sofa watching the telly when Rose arrived. She would quietly walk down the staircase and jump onto Harry surprising him. She would be on her stomach and place a gentle kiss on his lips. Harry would kiss her forehead once they pulled away from the small kiss she would greet him with. She would turn on her side and rest her head against his chest and watch the telly with him.

The thing that Rose misses the most, besides laying on the green sofa, would be the openness of their relationship. Sure, no one outside of their close family and friends knew about her and Harry, but she misses the freedom they had. She hates being stuck in the confinement of her flat with Harry. She hates not being able to go anywhere with him.

"I just don't think Harry is right for you, Rose," Isaac voiced after a few minutes of silence, "He's married for God's sake. Do you know what you are doing to your social reputation?"

"I thought that stuff didn't matter?"

"It doesn't, but you're creating a bad name for yourself, Rose," Isaac said and took some steps to be near his sister, "You mean a lot to me, Rose, but seeing you do this to yourself, I can't help but be worried."

Rose didn't speak, but heard a few knocks on her front door so she went to go answer it. She took a hold of the cold handle and opened the door to find the curly haired boy she had fallen in love with. She smiled softly upon seeing him standing before her. She let Harry in and shut the door.

Isaac saw Harry step through the door and he let out a heavy sigh. He was frustrated that his sister was unable to see where he was coming from. He stared at Harry with a cold, hard look as he greeted Rose with a kiss on the cheek. Harry gave Isaac a nod acknowledging his presence. Isaac, instead, walked past making sure he hit Harry's shoulder as he stormed from his sister's flat.

"Is your brother okay?" Harry asked after a few moments of silence following the dramatic exit of Isaac, "He isn't normally like that is he?"

"No, I don't really understand him. We were just arguing," Rose stated softly and walked back to the kitchen to clean up the mess from breakfast, "How are you?"

"I miss you being in my arms," Harry said going behind Rose and snaking his arms around her waist. Rose felt Harry's chin rest in the crook of her neck and his lips touch the bare skin on her shoulder.

"I missed you, too," she said quietly, "How was Mallory last night?" Rose asked and Harry let out a heavy sigh. Rose looked at him and he pulled away from Rose's back. Rose turned around and faced Harry who was wringing out his hands and was leaning against the counter top.

"It was horrible," Harry said and Rose looked at him and stared at his wringing hands. She noticed the silver band that was usually on his left hand had disappeared. Rose walked over to him and picked up his hands and looked at Harry.

"What happened to your wedding ring?" Rose asked and he sighed, "You didn't give her the papers, did you?" she asked and Harry shook his head.

"No, I threw it at the wall," he said and pulled his hands away from Rose, "I came home and she tried to get me to sleep with her. Me being me, and because I was tired, didn't really want to even though I am married to her. She only wants a baby and frankly, we-" he started, but cut himself off and ran his hands over his face.

"Harry," Rose said looking at him, "What's the matter?" she asked resting a hand on his arm.

"She thinks that we can just up and have a baby, but she doesn't realize how much money goes into just one baby," he said and Rose looked at him and suddenly it all clicked.

"Harry, are you- are you two having money problems?" she questioned and he nodded and sat down on the ground and brought his knees up to his chest and took a few deep breaths. "Can I ask-"

"It's mostly her fault," Harry said quietly as he brought on of his legs down letting it lay flat against the floor, "I paid for everything and we didn't ask for money at the wedding because me being the naïve person I was, didn't think I would run out of money. Well, a wedding, honeymoon, house, two cars, three rings, taxes, insurance, and my school loans all cost me the majority of my One Direction money. We live month to month and Mallory doesn't even realize that."

Rose was shocked that Harry was having financial problems. She rubbed his back gently and let him calm down. Harry took deep breaths trying to calm himself down to keep his look of iron on his face. He didn't want to look weak in front of Rose, but he knew that all of the money problems he was having was ultimately affecting his life.

"I just hate the thought that if she were pregnant, which she's not, I couldn't afford to give the baby what it would need and even send it to school," Harry said and Rose looked at him.

"Harry, you are probably the hardest worker I know. You would always find a way," Rose said and he smiled at her. Rose leaned over and pressed her lips against Harry's in a gentle kiss.

Harry brought his hands up and cupped Rose's cheek and deepened the kiss. Rose pulled away from Harry and stood up and extended her hands to Harry. Harry looked at her with a curious look on his face. She smiled at him and he took her hand and allowed her to pull him up from the ground.

Rose began to lead Harry to her destination, but he tugged on her arm and brought her crashing into his body. Rose looked up at him and he leaned down and kissed her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her toes so she was just a little bit taller.

"Harry," Rose whispered brushing her forehead against his cheek.

"Hmm?" he asked opening his eyes and looking at her.

"It's my turn," Rose said and he looked at her with a confused look. Rose smiled and pushed Harry into her bedroom.

Harry let out a loud, boisterous laugh as he fell back on Rose's bed. He kicked off his shoes and watched Rose with fascination. He slid himself up on her bed and watched her with a look filled with lust and love.

Rose climbed onto the bed and crawled up and straddled Harry's waist. Harry smirked knowing what Rose meant by it's her turn. Rose leaned down and pressed her lips to Harry's and brushed his tousled hair back. Rose decided to tease him a little by moving her hips gently against his. Harry let out a low groan as he felt Rose's body move against his.

Rose pulled at Harry's shirt that clung to his body and pulled it up over his body and tossed it on the floor. Her hands ran over his chest trailing one of her fingers up his chest. Harry felt his body tingle at her soft touch. Harry decided to be bold and pull take her robe off of her body.

He took in a small gasp as he saw what she was hiding beneath the silk robe. She had a short nightgown that went halfway up her thigh. There was also a huge v cut going below her breasts leaving Harry's mind to wander. Rose smiled at his wandering eyes and bent over placing gently kisses on Harry's chest and looked up at him. 


"I love you," he murmured softly and she smiled and pressed her lips against his and pulled away letting Harry groan because he wanted more. 


"You big baby," she said with a soft laugh, "Don't you know you'll get plenty more kisses?" she asked and Harry smiled.

Rose undid Harry's belt buckle and undid the button and slid the zipper down she lifted her bum off of Harry's body and slid them behind her. Harry's feet began to move as he attempted to kick his jeans off. He successfully got them off and even got his white socks off.

Rose brought her hand to Harry's member pressed on the soft cloth of his boxers. Harry let out a low groan as she ran her thumb over it teasing him and making him go wild. Harry reached beside him and took a fistful of white sheets.

Rose ground her hips against his and Harry's hips began to buck upwards wanting more. Rose let out a seductive chuckle and pulled his boxer shorts off and looked at his large member. Harry felt Rose's bare hands touch his member and he felt a surge ripple through his body.

"Rose," he exasperated, "Your clothes," he said looked at her. Rose leaned forward with a soft smirk.

"I may be wearing a nightgown, but I am in no way wearing any pants," she whispered softly. Harry looked at her with a smile on his face. Rose grabbed the black cloth and pulled it over her head and threw it off to the side. She leaned in one of the drawers and grabbed a condom and rolled it onto Harry's length.

"I want you," Harry groaned as she rolled it onto him. She smiled and lifted herself up. Harry's hands met her bare hips and helped her guide herself onto him.

Harry felt his penis penetrate through her opening making him go wild. He felt her tight, wet walls encase his hard member. Rose was taking things slow slowly moving herself up and down on his shaft. Rose began to take things faster rocking her body against his in a rhythm she herself was making.

Harry had low groans escaping his lips as she moved against him. Soft screams escaped Rose's lips as she thrust herself onto Harry. Her breasts bouncing as she did so. Harry sat up slowly and pressed on of his hands against her back. Rose took a hold of Harry's shoulders digging her nails into his shoulder blades.

Harry sitting in this position made it easier for her to go faster. She felt her insides tighten as she knew her high was about to reach. Harry had his head resting against her shoulder with his eyes closed tightly.  

 Rose let out a few hitched screams as she came. Harry gasped as he felt her release encompass him. He pulled her close to his body and she let out a few more screams as he release himself. She continued to rid him until he fell limp and slowly pulled herself off of him and collapsed against Harry's chest.

Her heavy breathing was the loudest thing in the room. Harry fell back on the bed bringing Rose with him. Rose rested her head against his sweat tainted chest and closed her eyes and began to feel her rapidly thumping heart begin to regulate its pace once more.

"You are honestly the best," Harry said breathlessly, "You are amazing."

"As are you, Harry," Rose whispered and pressed her lips against his lips letting them linger against his wanting to savour the taste.

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