Random Harry Styles Short Stories || Completed!

It Won't Be With You

Harry has been your best friend for years. Four to be exact. He has been your source of laughter, your shoulder to cry on, the person you go to for advice and the person you go to just to be in someone's company. He knows all of the tricks to cure your seasonal colds, the little things that tick you off, and even knows what makeup brands you swear by. You love Harry to death, but little does he know, you're in love with him.

Seeing him every day and being as close as you are, you knew it was bound to happen. It's impossible to avoid with his charm. You just can't help but think if maybe there's a possibility he could feel the same. After all you have been through together, from drunken nights to countless sleepovers, to breakups, vacations and adventures...he literally is your person, the Cristina to your Meredith, and you feel like no one else could ever have the same bond with you like you do with Harry. It's quite scary, because eventually you want to be married and have kids, and if it's not with Harry you don't know if you will ever find that person.

"When are they comin'?" Harry asks you from the couch, as you are cleaning up the kitchen in your apartment.

"Any minute now. Are you sure you wanna help me out?" You lift an eyebrow skeptically, as he is sitting happily waiting for your cousin to arrive at the door.

"D'yeh really think I'm gonna leave you to babysit a six year old alone? What kind of friend would I be?" Harry jokes, but the term "friends" pangs at your heart. You nod, looking down at your feet. Sometimes you wonder how he doesn't even notice. Either he's too oblivious or you've gotten too good at hiding them for so long.

"I should be fine, Harry. I feel like you're babysitting me too." You laugh, and he makes a silly face back at you, dramatically rolling his eyes.

"When was the last time you babysat a kid?" Harry quizzes, looking at you with a sly smirk. You purse your lips, knowing that he's always right.

"What does that matter?" You fire back, the corners of your lips lifting as you challenge him.

"It doesn't." Harry shrugs and you nod in agreement. "Only if yeh wanna kill the kid." Harry jests after a pause, and you scoff, offended.

"Harry I'm not gonna kill her for Christ's sake." You walk over to the couch and plop down next to him. He just looks at you with pure amusement, a wide grin plastered on his beautiful face and you swear he looks better each day.

"Yeh might, which is why yeh need me here..." Harry trails off, swinging his arm around your shoulders, a chuckle slipping his lips. You peer at him, wanting to prove him wrong that you indeed are good with kids.

Before you can challenge back, the door bell rings which startles you both since you're so invested in the banter. You walk over to the door and open it only to be greeted by the little one hugging your legs to no end. A joyful smile spreads across your lips as you bend down and hug her tightly.

"Y/N! Look what I brought!" Layla says beaming, pointing at the giant box your aunt is holding. An easy bake oven. You widen your eyes again, but more surprised than excited.

"Oh... wow!" You hesitate, knowing well that this could turn into a disaster in your kitchen. You straighten up from your bent position and greet your aunt with a hug.

"Thank you so much for doing this Y/N! She's missed you tons." Your aunt explains with a gracious smile. "Seeing you at the occasional family party isn't enough for her." Your heart warms, never thinking a kid could love you so much.

Harry appears from the living room, leaning against the wall as his green eyes twinkle at the sight of you interacting with your family. He has never met much of your family, except your parents of course. Your aunt notices him, and lifts an eyebrow as she looks at you, to Harry, back to you.