Random Harry Styles Short Stories || Completed!

Endless Adventure

Closing your eyes, you lean your head back onto the cool leather seat. the breeze from the wind is rushing past as you and harry cruise down the street along the shore. salty, fresh, a taste of summer.

you and harry love driving together. perching your feet up on the dashboard, with harry beside you driving with one hand on the wheel. looking over at you, he smiles and takes his other hand to rest it on your bare knee. you pick at the end of your frayed denim shorts, a habit you've managed to develop.

squeezing your knee, harry hums along to the tune. eventually he starts tapping his fingers against your skin to the beat.

"where are we going?" you ask, disrupting the tapping of his fingers against your knee with your own hand intertwining your fingers with his. harry lifts your hand bringing the back of your palm to his raspberry lips, kissing softly.

"now, what's the fun in knowing where you're going?" harry counters back with a devious smirk, giving your hand a loving squeeze making your heart race with admiration at how full of life he is.

the past year with harry has been the most adventurous year of your life. before you met him, you hated doing anything outside of your comfort zone. you like to know where you're going and what you're doing. you like to have a plan. harry, however, is the opposite. he goes with the flow, riding along staying calm and collected. he loves a good adventure, and you've grown to love them too.

whether it be finding a new trail to hike, or a small town diner in a place you've never been. harry especially likes old antique shops and thrift stores. some of your favorite memories with him consist of him giving you a personal fashion show in the run down changing room of a random second hand store. trying on anything ridiculous he could find on the endless amount of rusted metal clothing racks in the giant warehouse of vintage garments.

you would muster a laugh with your hand as he strolls from behind the curtain, a beaming smile on his face despite the old and out of ordinary pieces he would sift for.

there was one time that is forever engraved in your memory, harry finding the most random pieces to throw together.

"don't you like it?" harry gleamed, holding his arms out like a bird with wings as he spins in a circle for you to examine his outfit.

a giant navy blue jumper that almost swallowed his body whole, with patches of animal prints covering the shoulders and arms. zebra print, cheetah print..everything you could possibly think of. then for pants, he fashioned a pair of flare jeans. not just any pair of flared jeans though. extremely flared jeans. light wash, with a red stripe running down each side. then to finish off the odd look, he found a cap, similar to the one he owns already. his brown curls peaked out by his ears and his neck.

you giggled and bit your lip as you tried to contain the burst of laughter trapped in your throat. a goofy smile was plastered on harry's face as he chuckled to himself too, looking at the outfit in the mirror.

he always threw these outfits together for a laugh, completely making a fool of himself while almost guaranteeing concerned looks from bystanders who are searching for clothes they actually need.

"you know what...i'm gonna buy this outfit." he randomly decided after a minute of studying his reflection, trying all different poses.

"harry-" you objected with a laugh, but he cuts you off before you can protest.

"y/n, this is the magic of a thrift store. finding stuff you would never find anywhere else. there's a story behind this jumper and these jeans. i find that really cool." harry's eyes sparkled as he spoke, his dimpled smile formed into a lopsided and silly grin.

you couldn't help but admire the way he thinks. finding the adventure and fun out of everything he does. you've always been so inspired by him.

"you know what.." you trailed off, slowly strolling over to him. you wrapped your arms around his waist and peered up at him. "you're rocking it."

harry's emerald eyes twinkled, as he poked his tongue out to smoothly run it across his bottom lip. your eyes left his to peer at his mouth, wanting to kiss him right then and there.

"oh, so you're attracted to my animal jumper hmm?" harry teased, realizing the shift in mood. he leaned in closer to you with his arms wrapped around your lower waist. his thumbs rubbed light circles into your back forcing a low groan to leave your lips. the tenseness that your muscles have been suffering from the past few weeks are being kneaded out as he keeps a steady pressure.

"no, i'm just attracted to you." you said lowly, making harry smirk at your flirtatious response.

not saying anything more, he started to lean down to graze his lips against yours so subtly and lightly it made your toes tingle wanting more. expecting him to kiss you fully, you closed your eyes only to feel his lips leave the presence of yours to press them softly against your forehead.

"nooo." you whined, hating how he teased you like that. embarrassed at how flustered you got, you hid your face in his chest, the softness of the ridiculous jumper felt like a cloud against your reddened cheek.

"sorry darlin'. gotta change and pay for these clothes. but when we get home, you have no idea what's in store for you." harry hummed against your ear, and gently nipped your lobe. a gasp slipped from your lips at his sudden burst of lust.

"you better hurry up then. can't wait much longer." you whispered, leaning up to kiss him. your lips pressed against his, slowly kissing him and running your hand up his chest to the dip between his collarbone and neck.

all too soon, harry stepped back from you, turned around and walked back into the changing room. a sly smirk on his face, he wiggled his eyebrows at you teasingly before he closed the curtain.

you lived for these adventures. he's your pal, your buddy, your love. he's your person.

so as you cruise down the coast of California, hand in hand with the person you love dearly, with the cool wind prancing delicately through your hair from the open roof of harry's white vintage convertible...you smile feeling the sun on your cheeks and the ocean in the air.