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


13. Chapter 12

Fingers outlined the dark black lines of the swallows on Harry's pale chest making tingles surged down his spine. Rose's long fingers caressed the small birds in a slow, steady tracing rhythm. Her eyes followed her finger as she traced the ink embedded into his skin. Harry watched Rose as she ran her fingers across his skin. Her brown eyes were concentrating on the tracing. Her lips were lightly parted and her pink tongue poked out between her plump lips.

Harry had his hands reached up and tangled in her hair. His fingers twirled some of her loose curls around. He watched her intently and wasn't once complaining about his life. He was content with his life as it was at this moment, not the life he held back in Holmes Chapel. The life in Manchester; that was the life he loved, and it was with the woman he was in love with.

Rose let a soft sigh escape from her lips and she shifted moving her body closer to Harry's resting one of her arms on top of his torso. She looked up into his emerald green eyes with her own brown ones. A smile formed on Harry's lips once their eyes locked and Rose's smile widened.

"You know, your tracing my tattoos tickles, right?" he questioned and she let out a soft giggle letting her head fall against his chest. Her hair sprawled out on his chest tickling his skin gently.

Harry took his hands and rearranged himself so he was now hugging Rose and was looking at her. Rose rested her head on his elbow and reached forward taking a hold of his necklaces. She played with them in between her fingers and looked up at Harry. Harry leaned over and pressed his lips against hers in a soft, gentle kiss.

"I love you," he whispered softly pressing on of his large hands against her cheek.

"I love you, too," Rose whispered back with a small smile dancing on her lips.

Harry couldn't help but smile at the beautiful woman laying before him. Her beauty left him in awe, yet she wasn't even fully his. He was another woman's and he didn't want to be. This thought often left him at odds with himself. He never fully understood why he married Mallory when he knew in the back of his mind that he never even fell in love with her. Sure, he thought he did love her at a time, but he knew it was just lust that was filling in the empty space in his heart. The empty space that had yearned for Rose.

Rose looked at Harry and saw he was deep in thought. She always knew when he would do so since they were dating five years ago. He would always just stare off into the air or wherever and have this distant look gloss over his eyes.

"What are you thinking about, love?" Rose asked disrupting Harry from his buzzing mind. Startled, Harry looked down at Rose who was staring at him with her big, brown curiosity filled eyes.

"Just thinking," he murmured softly glancing at her, "About you," he said with a soft smile on his lips.

"Why? Don't you have other things to think about other than me?" she questioned and he chuckled and felt his cheeks grow warm as they reddened in colour.

"Well," he said shifting against the pillows on his back, "When I'm with you, you're the only thing that's ever on my mind," he responded with a sweet smile on his lips. Rose went to respond, but nothing came out of her mouth. Her lips were parted and her tongue was resting against her bottom lip.

"You don't even need to say anything," Harry said noticing her sudden silence, "It's okay if you think about other things, but when I'm with you, and even when I'm away from you, you're the only thing that is ever on my mind."

"I- I just don't know what to say exactly," Rose said with a small smile dancing on her lips, "I do often think about you, but shouldn't you be worrying about other things like... Mallory? Work?"

"I worry about those when I am in those situations. I just meant my free time," he said and Rose's face flushed to a colour of dark red, "No! Not like... once, but still, you're on my mind," he said and his eyes widened when he realized what had just slipped from his mouth. "I honestly can't believe I just said that," he murmured softly looking away from Rose with his cheeks tainted a red colour.

"Neither can I," she said with a giggle. Harry let out a groan and threw his head back against the bed instead of looking at her. His head collided with the metal bed frame and a soft groan escaped from his chest.

"That hurt," he grunted rubbing his head with his hand.

"It sounded like it, too," Rose said with a smile, "If it makes you feel any better, I've done it, too," she said and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Don't judge me! I have done it! You boys don't get to have all the fun!" Rose exclaimed and Harry began shaking with laughter.

"I-I-" he started, but was unable to finish because he was laughing too hard.

"It's not that funny!" she responded with a frown placed on her brow.

Rose sat up holding the thick duvet over her bare chest and looked down at Harry who was still laughing. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and went to stand up, but was stopped by a hand snaking its way around her waist. She felt a moist pair of lips graze her shoulder blade and gently suck on the pale skin. She looked down at the arm holding her hostage and felt a smile try to force its way to her lips.

"For the record," the gentle, seductive voice said in her ear, "I think it's extremely attractive that you do that. I think it's hot, actually," he said and Rose turned to look at the curly haired individual and saw he was being dead serious.

Rose raised one of her hands pressing it against Harry's cheek and pressed her lips against his. The softness of his lips against hers made small butterflies erupt in her stomach and fireworks explode in the back of her mind. Everything about one small, little kiss that he gave her made her mind go insane.

Harry pulled away from the kiss and gave a smile to Rose. His dimples etched their way onto his cheeks. Rose reached over and poked one of them making him let out a soft laugh. Rose smiled at him and that one thought that always seemed to haunt her came back at her;

When is Harry going to present Mallory with the papers?

That questioned seemed to burn inside of her and she just wanted Harry to be hers, but she knew that Mallory loved Harry immensely. Those papers Harry had, they were the ticket to the life they both dreamed of and yet, they were the reason for some of the small, petty arguments the two of them had.

"My beautiful flower," Harry said and she looked at him a small smile appearing, "What is going through that lovely mind of yours that would make a frown appear on your face?" he questioned and she let out a silent sigh.

"When are you giving Mallory the papers?" she asked and Harry parted from their intimate position and turned to face her.

"I don't know," he murmured and Rose let out a sigh and ran her fingers through the loose strands of hair from her messy bun, "I want to give them to her so badly, yet I just can't bring myself to do so," he said and Rose ran her hand over her face and closed her eyes.

"Why? We could be together," Rose said in a soft voice. It came out more to herself than to Harry, but Harry knew it was directed at him, "You always talk about us being together, yet here we sit having this argument."

"Rose," Harry whispered trying to get her to look at him, "Rose, please, look at me," he said and she turned her head and brought her brown eyes up at him, "I want you to know that no matter what, I will always love you. I just don't know how to give her those dreadful papers. I am ultimately ruining her life. Everything she dreamed of having, it will be gone," Harry said and Rose let out a sigh.

Rose knew that he was right in what he was saying. Harry would be destroying Mallory's life she had earned and yearned for. She wanted a family with a man who wasn't ever in love with her. A perfect case of a histrionic woman. She thinks she's in love with someone, but that person doesn't love her back. Only difference is, Harry and her actually know each other and are betrothed to each other.

"You're right," Rose whispered looking down at the floor, "I don't want you to be, but you're right."

"We'll be together eventually," he said and Rose nodded and looked at him. Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips against Rose's.

"I think I'd wait a thousand years for you," she said with a cheeky smile on her face. Harry pressed his forehead against hers and let out a laugh.

"You would quote a cheesy song from the Twilight films," he said with laughs erupting from the back of his throat. Rose giggled and pressed her lips against his cheek.

Rose fell back against the mattress, her hair jumping up and falling back down covering her face. She let out a soft giggle and wiped her face clear of the dark strands of hair. Harry, who was sitting on his knees, crawled across the bed and gently lowered himself so he was laying on top of a giggling Rose. Rose brought her hands up and wrapped them around Harry's torso and looked up at him.

"I will always quote overly cheesy films," she said with a playful grin on her face. Harry let out a loud laugh and kissed her jaw gently. Rose arched her neck letting Harry have full access to her neck.

"Harry," she said softly to him. Harry pulled away from her and she sat up and pressed her hands on his broad shoulders, "I think I want to take a shower," she said softly glancing from his lips to his eyes.

Harry saw her eyes quickly glancing back and forth from his eyes to his lips and he knew what she was insinuating. Harry sat up and pulled her up and she grabbed a pair of Harry's pants off the ground and slid them on her bottom. She grabbed his plaid blue shirt and slung it over her body putting her arms through it. Rose didn't bother buttoning up the shirt letting each side cover her breasts. This was enough to drive Harry wild.

"You coming?" she questioned twirling one strand of hair between her fingers. Harry grinned and got out of the bed making his way over to Rose and took a hold of her by the waist and pulled her close to his body. She twirled around and kissed his lips gently.

"You're not fazed by my nakedness?" he asked and Rose looked at him with a raised brow.

"You're asking me if I am offended by it?" Rose questioned looking at him with an incredulous look, "You're the man with absolutely no shame... I'm used to it," Rose said with a smile on her lips.

"You are?"

"I've known you for five years, of course I am," Rose said with a smile and Harry couldn't help but look at her with admiration, "Why?"

"I'm not allowed to walk around in the nude at home. Mallory claims it's not very polite," he said and Rose let out a laugh and looked at Harry.

"I'm sorry, but that woman is crazy. She's not really experiencing who I know as the real Harry," Rose whispered in Harry's ear sending shivers down his spine. Rose backed out of Harry's grip and into the bathroom where she left the door open. Harry heard her turn the faucet on.

Rose was stood in the doorway and turned around to face Harry. She took a hold of the rim of Harry's boxers that were placed around her waist and slid them off of her body as seductively as possible. She was sure she just looked like an absolute fool doing this, but she didn't care. She took a hold of the plaid shirt and pulled it off and let it fall to the floor reminding her of how Rose, from the film Titanic, took off her robe and asked Jack to draw her.

Harry took a gulp and stepped into the humid bathroom making a beeline to Rose. He lifted her up and into the bathtub. Harry carefully took a step onto the wet tub and closed the curtain behind him. Rose was standing underneath the showerhead and had her head tilted to the side letting the warm water run down her bare body.

"You're stunning," Harry whispered looking at Rose. Rose looked up upon hearing Harry's voice. She blushed and looked at the ground.

"I'm anything but," she said and he shook his head and took a small step forward making them both stand under the stream of water.

"You are the most stunning girl I've ever laid my eyes on, Rose," Harry said looking into her eyes. He looked down at the ground and cleared his throat and took in a slow, deep, unsteady breath and looked up at her opening his mouth, "Baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, but when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, you don't know, you don't know you're beautiful. But if you only saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately, right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe. You don't know, you don't know you're beautiful. That's what makes you beautiful," he sang softly.

It was different than when he previously sang it. The way he sang it right here, he sang it with so much more passion than he ever did before. This time, he stared directly into Rose's eyes and sang every word like he meant it. Rose hasn't heard Harry sing that song, or any song, since met again. Harry would hum, but he would never sing any songs out loud. It was like he wanted to forget about his singing career.

"You still have a beautiful voice," Rose said with a smile on her lips, "You always will."

"I haven't sang that song since our last concert," he said and Rose smiled at him softly.

"You have the most beautiful voice I have ever heard," Rose said with a smile, "I don't know why you started hiding your talents. How do you teach your students the songs?"

"I play them the song on a CD," he said and Rose shook her head with a laugh, "I couldn't sing... it reminded me too much of being in the band," he said wrapping his around her neck and looking at her.

"What happened that caused you to break up?" Rose asked and Harry looked down at the bottom of the bathtub and he closed his eyes, "It can't be that bad. Harry, the boys made up with you."

"I know, I just don't want to talk about it," he said and Rose nodded and kissed his lips.

"I understand."

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