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


22. Chapter 21

                Harry pulled up to a small little cottage and parked the car. Rose smiled instantly remembering the small cottage from the summer that they had spent together. Rose opened her side of the car and got out. Harry couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful girl who was looking at the small cottage in awe. He climbed out of the car and leaned against the hood of the car.

                “Why did you bring me here?” Rose asked turning around to face Harry with a smile lightly placed on her lips.

                “You don’t remember?” he asked standing up and walking over to her. “You don’t remember the most magical night of our lives?”

                “The first time we made love to one another,” Rose whispered as she neared Harry and looped her arms through his arms and wrapped them around his waist. “My first time.”

                “I’m glad you remember,” he said with a smile on his face. “Did you know, since we snuck into this little place, it went up for sale?” he asked and Rose looked at him with a curious look on her face. “After we broke up, I couldn’t help but hold onto whatever I could so I bought it.”

                “You bought it? Why have you never mentioned this before?” she asked and he shrugged with a smile on his face.

                “I’ve been working on it and keeping it from Mallory. I don’t want her to know about it because it’s ours,” he said and Rose smiled. “I’ve been working on getting it to the way it was because we loved it.”

                “The way it was?”

                “The owner before me, he took all the furniture and some of the decorations.” Harry said and walked over to the door and fiddled with his keys before putting the key in the lock and twisting it. “I added some of my favourite photos of us and my favourites of you.”

                “Harry,” Rose said looking at him with a soft smile. “You didn’t have to do this, I know how hard money is for you right now.”

                “No, this is something we’re keeping,” he said with a smile as he leaned in and pressed his mouth against hers. “This is our place,” he said against her lips with a smile on his lips.

                Rose looked around and saw the same shelves that were there when they were last here. The only difference is that the small objects that were once placed on the shelves were replaced with photo frames filled with pictures of them. She also saw the large bed over by the large window. The little cottage itself wasn’t very large, it was small. It had two rooms, one being the bathroom. The kitchen was just a fridge and a microwave. The living room was shared with the makeshift kitchen and the bed took up most of the space.

                Rose wrapped her arms around his neck and played with the curls by his neck as they kissed passionately. Harry pulled her as close to him as he was physically able. His hands ran up and down her back as they kissed.

                Harry took a hold of her and lifted her up and held her against him as she wrapped her legs around his thin torso. She kicked her sandals off of her feet making them hit the objects around them with a small crash. Rose’s hair hung over her face and draped itself over Harry’s head as they kissed passionately.

                Harry pulled away from her lips and looked up at her brown eyes with a look filled with adoration. He leaned forward and sucked gently on the exposed skin on her chest. Rose let out a soft moan and threw her head to the side flipping her hair over the opposite shoulder. Harry took full advantage of the opportunity and immediately attacked the newly exposed skin. Rose leaned her body back from Harry making him look at her with furrowed brows, but his face soon relaxed. Rose pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it on the floor landing over the coffee table not too far away.

                “Bed,” Rose said against his lips. He nodded and began to walk carefully over to the bed. He rested her down on top of the covers and stood up and pulled his shirt off and then took his own shoes off his feet.

                Harry crawled over Rose lowering himself onto her and kissed her lips. Rose instinctively wrapped her arms around his warm torso and looped her arms over his shoulders. Harry gave her a crooked smile and he kissed both of her cheeks and rested his forehead against hers.

                Rose reached forward and took a hold of Harry’s belt and undid the buckle. She slowly took the belt off of his jeans and threw it off to the side. Harry was unable to wait since he undid the button on his trousers and slid them off his waist. He made sure to grab the little package from his wallet. He placed it on the table and went back to keeping his attention on Rose.

                “I love each and every one of your tattoos,” Rose murmured quietly. “They make you even more unique than any other guy out there.”

                “I love that you love my tattoos,” he said as he undid the button of her own jeans. Rose kicked them off and sat up and reached up to touch Harry’s curls.

                “I love you,” Rose murmured barely making her lips move. Harry gave her a small and loving smile. He leaned forward and kissed her lips.

                “I love you too, My flower,” he said softly against her lips. His hand was pressed against her cheek and his thumb ran over the surface of her cheek.

                “Make love to me like it was the first time,” Rose said quietly and Harry smiled. “Make me nervous.”

                “Nervous?” he asked with a cheeky smile. “I can make you yearn for it, but I can’t guarantee making you nervous,” he said with a laugh.

Harry reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra and carefully slid it down her arms. She looked down at Harry’s gentle hands as he pulled her white bra off. His fingers brushed with her skin as he slowly pulled it from her body. His eyes were watching hers the whole time, he felt rude if he looked at her in any other way than in a loving way. He wanted to, but he found it disrespectful to the woman he loves.

Rose took a hold of her pants and pulled them off her body kicking them off of her body and letting them fall to the floor leaving her naked beneath a scantily clad Harry. Harry lowered himself on Rose letting himself feel the warmth radiating off of her body. His hands trailed up to her breasts and cupped the large breast. His thumb ran over her hardened nipple and she let out a soft gasp at his cold touch to her sensitive area.

“Does that feel good, love?” Harry questioned looking at her.

“Yes,” she said with a smile on her face. “It does.”

“I aim to please,” he said with a crooked half smile on his face making one of his dimples appear. “What would you like to do?”

“Make love,” Rose said instantly. “You’re overdressed for the task,” she pointed out looking at his boxers. Harry let out a laugh and stood up on the bed over Rose and did some strange dance moves.

He started singing some sort of dubstep music as he danced to the beat he was making as he slowly took off his boxers. Once the boxers were off, he swung them around on his hand and continued his singing (it was just the annoying ‘na na’ kind of thing) and his dancing. Rose was giggling as she watched the silly man be this way.

“Harold, are you trying to be a stripper?” she asked him looking at him from under her eyelashes.

“Why? Is it turning you on?” he asked falling to his knees and putting his hands on either side of Rose’s body and being centimetres from her face. Barely any space existed between their lips.

“I’ve been turned on for a while now,” Rose said with a smile. “You just made it even sexier.”

“That’s all I ask for, love,” he said with a smile. “I’m tired.”

“You’re hilarious,” she said smacking his shoulder.


“Fine, I’ll be on top?” she asked and he smiled.

“Babe, that’s what I wanted,” he said with a laugh. He lay down on the other side of Rose and looked at her. “My body is ready.”

“You sound like the tumblr girls,” Rose said grabbing the condom from the table and opened it.

“My life was on tumblr,” he muttered with an eye roll. He took in a sharp breath as Rose’s hand came in contact with his penis. She swiftly rolled the condom on and swung her leg over his and smiled at him.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to rock me,” he said and Rose began laughing.

“Was the pun intentional?” she asked and he shrugged. “I’m guessing not,” she said as Harry took a hold of her hips and lifted her up and slowly lowered her onto him.

Rose felt Harry’s penis penetrate her and it was a familiar feeling that she would never forget. The simple act of making love meant the world to her, especially if it was to Harry. Harry was at his most vulnerable being below her. She was in control of the situation and this didn’t happen often, she loved the way Harry took control making her feel loved. It was her turn now.

“Whenever you’re ready, love,” Harry said simply and she smiled and nodded. Rose pressed her hands flat against Harry’s chest and began to move her body against his.

Harry placed his hands on Rose’s bare waist and lifted her up and made his hips collide with hers. Rose felt self-conscious as her large breasts were jiggling. She didn’t like the feeling of her large breasts bouncing. She brought her arms up to stop them from bouncing, but found it difficult to keep the steady pace with Harry.

“Love, you alright?” Harry asked feeling her movements become uneven.

“Sorry, I don’t like my boobs bouncing,” she said and Harry sat up and scooted towards the wall so he could lean against it. He wrapped his arms around Rose as she lowered herself back on Harry.

“I hope this helps,” he murmured against her skin as she began moving again.

Rose had her arms wrapped around Harry’s neck as she bounced up and down slowly on his lap. Rose understands why she typically let Harry take control of their love making sessions, she slowed things down. Rose looked to Harry and saw his head was pressed against the wall and his eyes were closed.

“Rose?” he asked weakly. “Can I—“

“Yes, you can take over,” she said cutting off his sentence. Harry took a hold of her and flipped her over so he was now on top. Harry held her close to his chest.

He began to thrust into her and Rose buried her face into his neck as he did so. Harry loved the feeling of ecstasy he had of being with Rose in this way. Nothing could ever change the way he felt from making love to this woman.

Love to him wasn’t about the amount of times they could make love to each other, but the feelings involved in their relationship. There was nothing more than having that one person just simply be there for them and support them unconditionally. Harry also knew that the simple act of making love to Rose was something he cherished, he loved the fact that he could make her feel good with something other than words. He loved hearing her voice and her soft moans as she begged for more.

Rose had her head thrown back and one of her hands was tangled in Harry’s hair. Harry was grunting above her as he thrust into her hitting that special spot. Her mouth hung open as Harry’s mouth attached itself just underneath her jaw. She let out choked moans as Harry made love to her.

She could feel her walls begin to ache as she tried to hold in her high. She wanted this to last as long as possible; she wanted to have Harry with her as long as she was physically able. She felt herself begin to tremble beneath Harry’s touch and she wasn’t able to hold herself anymore. Rose let herself become undone and that made Harry go absolutely crazy.

“Rose,” he breathed from between his lips as he spilled his seed into the clear condom. He pulled out of the beautiful brown eyed girl and collapsed on top of her.

Harry buried his face into her shoulder and placed a soft kiss on her bare skin before resting his cheek against her arm and looked at her. She was looking down at him with a playful smile on her face. Rose brought one of her hands up and let it brush through Harry’s messy hair.

“I love you,” he whispered stretching himself upward to meet her lips with his.

“I love you, too, Harry.”

Rose felt Harry snake his arms around her body and pull her close to him. She smiled at his closeness and rested her cheek on top of his head.

“Beautiful moments are the truest of beautiful things in life. They tell you how people really are. Beautiful moments show ones true nature. Good or evil,” Harry spoke softly as he looked at Rose. “From one of my favourite short stories you wrote me.”

“I remember,” Rose said with a smile. “That was so long ago that I wrote those. To think that I might have a publisher interested—“


“Yeah, Richard asked me to send him some of my stuff. He hasn’t said anything about the excerpt I sent him,” Rose said and Harry gave her a proud smile. “Things are finally starting to settle into place.”

“Some of them,” Harry began and looked to her. “But the last slot will soon fall.”


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