Harry Styles Shorts and One Shots

Slow Burn 5 **

Word Count: 6,700+
TW: SMUT FINALLY. EVERYONE CHEER

Alina

  In the morning, I wake up with a brief moment of panic, not recognizing my surroundings. Once I'm sitting up in bed with my hand over my racing heart, I collect myself, remembering that I'm at Harry's. It's ridiculous that I was so careless and got myself in this situation, but Harry is incredibly gracious.

He got home way later than I was able to stay awake for, but I remember petting Koda while I laid in bed, waiting for him. With the pain medicine and exhaustion of the previous night, I fell asleep quickly.

The large, beautiful dog is no longer against my legs when I rise out of bed, sinking my feet into the plush carpet beneath me.

My bedroom door is open just a crack, but when I pull it open further, the smell of food wafts into my nose. My stomach growls loudly and painfully in response. I didn't eat at all yesterday. I was way too upset with myself to eat. How could I let that happen? I'm such an idiot.

I walk slowly out into the living room, taking a left to peer into the kitchen.

Harry's back is turned to me, allowing me to see the muscles moving as he cooks. His skin is flawless, not a blemish in sight. He flops a pancake onto a small plate to his right, pouring more batter onto his pan in front of him.

He turns around, beaming at me as he walks towards the sink. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?"

I shrug, trying not to bite my lip as I admire his toned torso and many tattoos upon it. "I slept a lot. I tried to stay up to wait for you, but you got home way later than I was able to wait for."

Harry's brows pull together, a sympathetic grin on his face. "Darling, you don't have to wait up for me. It will always be late nights, maybe later if there's a fire."

"Yeah, if someone is as stupid as me," I scoff, crossing my arms.

"Alina," he says gently, leaning on the counter, "stop that. It was an accident. It's not like this happens to you all the time. It's okay. Everyone is safe, you're safe, I'm safe; it's all good."

"It's not good! My home is gone, all of my stuff is gone, my phone is gone, everything." My voice is more harsh than I intend it to be. "I'm sorry."

"Please don't apologize to me. I understand. We'll find you some better clothes of mine and then do a bit of shopping, yeah?"

"How can I pay for anything if it's all burnt to a crisp in my apartment?"

He smirks as he turns around back towards the stove, flipping the pancake. "I told you I could pay for it."

"No, Harry. I won't let you."

"You can pay me back. I'll buy you some clothes, a phone, and whatever else you need. When you get paid next, you can just transfer it to me. Deal?"

I roll my eyes. "I'm not comfortable with that."

"Too bad," he says with an obvious smile on his face. "I'm helping you whether you like it or not."

"Well, I don't like it."

He turns, waving the spatula at me. "Well, I said too bad."

My eyes flick from his eyes to his lips, seeing that they're curved up in the corners. I don't think I've ever wanted someone as badly as I want him. I lick my lips, trying to divert my attention away from his body.

"Just promise me you'll allow me to pay you back."

Harry stares me directly in the eyes, his face fixed with a serious expression. "I promise."