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Jealousy - Harry Styles One Shot

Request: Can you do number 5 with Harry styles? I love your writing so much btw!

#5 “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

It was meant to be a small summer get-together, but it looked like a few of your friends had brought a few of their friends and now it looked like there wasn’t going to be enough pasta salad and watermelon for the people you had originally invited. Your eyes scanned the crammed backyard for a familiar head of dark hair and let out a slight sigh when he was nowhere to be found. Looks like it was your job as co-host to try and find more chips, guacamole, or something that would be able to fill your guests’ stomachs because you’d already gotten several asks about when the “actual dinner” was being served. A sassy, slightly bitter, part of you wanted to bite back and say since they’d shown up unexpectedly why don’t they show you the dinner, but you held your tongue.

Actual dinner.

You scoffed. Clearly the buffet set up on the picnic table wasn’t enough for them, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. Before somebody tried to eat the table itself, you begrudgingly headed to the back door and went through to the kitchen, pulling some leftovers from your dinner with Harry several nights ago and deciding that it would have to be good enough. Perhaps you should call for takeout? Before you could make up your mind a tall stranger appeared in the entranceway to your kitchen. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t handsome. He had light curly hair, skin tanned from the beach, and he gave you a stunning lopsided smile.

Okay. He was very handsome.

“Can I help you?” you asked, irritation lacing your voice.

“Oh, sorry. I’m Lawrence,” He stuck out his hand routinely, but it fell when he saw yours balancing trays of leftovers. “I was just wondering ‘round…But I’d be more than happy to help you.” He once more eyed the trays that seemed dangerously close to loasing their balance and tipping over at any moment.

“No, no it’s fine. I’m perfectly capable,” you assured him adamantly. As much as you would’ve liked to continue this conversation and figure out who he actually knew at this party you had to move quickly or else the plates were sure to topple. You had shuffled past him and just nearly made it out when you heard the corner of the tray make a light scrape against the wall.

“Frickle frackle!”

Your heart nearly dropped as you let out a squeal, mirroring a circus act as you tried to salvage your balance and catch the food from the clutches of gravity. Before the tray hit the ground, the stranger -what’s his face? Linguini? - caught it with one hand and steadied you with the other. You let out a sigh of relief and looked up to the sky in silent thanks, and when your eyes met his there was a slight shimmer in them. Your eyes fell to the small smirk resting on his face and you quickly stepped back, causing his arm to fall from your shoulder, but not before it lazily grazed your hand as it went. He knew you were hosting this with your boyfriend, right?

“The door-wall thing comes out,” you stopped, caught your breath. “It’s faulty construction, this house is built really weird,” you rambled off some lame excuse, but his smirk never faltered.

“I bet,” he said in between light laughter.

You shifted your feet in the ensuing silence and looked at the tray he’d saved that was still in his hands. He didn’t offer to give it back to you and the loud chatter outside sounded like mere murmurs in here…

You sighed, and for a brief moment wondered where Harry was. He was probably chatting up the guests. Entertaining. Doing the fun part of hosting. Linguini broke your thoughts. “Well, I mean, since I’m already holding the plate…” His voice trailed off, leaving an unspoken question up to your decision. You hesitated. But then again, you were the clumsiest person you knew and if you had to order take out it would be ages until it arrived…

“Sure, thanks Larry,” you said.

“Lawrence,” he corrected. But you had already turned your back and walked out the door.

With much more control than you previously demonstrated in the kitchen, you maneuvered through some guests, nodding and giving quick hello’s! and I’ll catch up with you in a sec! before you finally set the trays down on the table. He was close on your trail and when a pair of tanned hands set down the remaining food, you looked up to see Lawrence already smiling. He leaned back against the table, and crossed his arms, his whole vibe labeling him as “laidback” and “possible vegetarian.” He looked at you with a mock ponderous expression.

“So who do you know here where they have you bussin’ the food all around?” he asked.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise and in a little bit of the “excuse-moi” fashion. Granted, you weren’t famous so it wasn’t that surprising he didn’t recognize you as the Harry Style’s girlfriend, but at the same time…

This guy was at your house. Your house.

Guess you could have some fun with this.

“I’m pretty close with the co-host,” you responded vaguely. “You?”

“Oh, my mate’s close with the host, Harry I think, and he was the one that extended the invitation. I’ve never met him but he seems nice.” His gaze swept around the yard and they narrowed. “You’d think it’d be a bigger place for such a famous guy.”

A little indignant flame arose in your chest at the insult to your patch of land, but you were concerned with the first part of his sentence. “Wait-? Harry invited you?”

“Yeah, well, not directly, but he said it was an open invitation.”

“Oh. Cool.” you said. But the way your lips were pressed together in a thin line he could tell it was anything but. Course that little bugger was to blame… He scratched his head in the awkward silence that followed.

“So…”

He clearly didn’t know how to respond to your suddenly tense demeanor and you felt a little guilty at how you were acting. This guy wasn’t a jerk, actually he’d been acting the opposite. “Sorry, I haven’t eaten yet. You know what they say, you’re not you when you’re hungry!” you finally spoke. You cringed at the cheesy Snicker’s reference, but no matter what embarrassing thing flew out of your mouth next, you vowed to be nice to this guy. It wasn’t his fault your boyfriend decided to change the party plans without giving his girlfriend any prior notice.

It wasn’t his fault at all.

An easy smile bloomed on his face, and just like that all was forgotten. “No worries. Watermelon?” He offered you a slice of the fruit and you shrugged, and, taking that as a yes, he held the watermelon out for you to bite. You looked from his hand to his eyes, then back down, then up again.

Eh, what the hell. Just as you took a bite, the red juice dribbled down your chin and landed on the top of the white dress Harry had bought for you last weekend. “Nice one,” you muttered to yourself, looking at the red marks dotting your chest. The whole thing was a little ridiculous and awkward and you both couldn’t help the laughter that followed.

“I got you,” he said, grabbing a napkin and dabbing at the stain. Your cheeks heated a little at the contact and it was a little too close to be comfortable. A part of you wondered if Harry was seeing this right now and you darted your head in a hopeless attempt to try and find him, but to no avail. Even if he was seeing this right now, he probably wouldn’t do anything about it. You know, all the love and all. It wasn’t very Harry to get jealous. Perhaps protective, he’d always squeeze your hand or drape his arm around your shoulders when the paparazzi was flooding you both, but a truly jealous Harry? You’d had yet to witness that and you wish you could. You know you’ve certainly felt the green eyed monster rear its head at parties when he would be talking with a bunch of beautiful models…It almost made you feel pouty in a way. Even more jealous. You wanted him to want all of your attention, you wanted him to be consumed by you. Yet here you were with a handsome beach Baywatch lifeguard man practically fondling your breasts (okay not fondling, perhaps…perhaps patting) and he was nowhere to be found. Where was he??

“Better. Think I may or may not have spread it though so maybe not.” Lawrence removed his hand, but as it fell you got distracted by a scar along the base of it.

“What’s that from?” you blurted out. “Sorry if it’s too personal you don’t have to answer that,” you quickly added.

“Ah this? No it’s fine, I got it from a gnarly wipeout. I was surfing down in Mexico with a couple college buddies of mine and I wiped out on a hidden reef. Not pretty. I actually got a scar running along my stomach too.” He grimaced at the memory, but your captivated eyes were wide.

“Can I see it?”

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly, lifting his t-shirt to reveal a long scar that ran up from his v-lines to his sternum. It was almost white now, contrasting his golden skin that seemed to glow in the afternoon sun.

“Woah,” I whispered.

“206 stitches.” You could hear the pride in his smug tone, and your eyes didn’t miss the abs that looked like they were chiseled by God himself. But there were no butterflies in your stomach, and it didn’t come as that much of a shock to you that you didn’t feel any sort of attraction. Ever since you’d met Harry you didn’t feel anything towards other boys. If you were being honest, it was annoying as much as it was scary. Lawrence misinterpreted your lingering gaze and you realized you’d inched closer in your examination.

“Have any other stories?” You raised your eyebrows expectantly, and he just shook his head.

“Nah you don’t wanna know.”

“Okay well now I have to know.”

Something involving tequila, a left shoe, and a donkey had you absolutely losing it and your laugh could be heard from Africa the way you were cackling. Lawrence’s eyes widened towards something behind you and you hardly had time to turn around to see who it was before you heard him.

“There y’are, been looking for ages.” Harry came up behind you and snaked his arm around your waist, stealing a quick kiss to your temple before looking to Lawrence and sticking out his hand with a friendly smile. You stiffened in his hold, still a little peeved that he’d invited so many extra people and, now that he was here, you realized you were a little upset that he’d been ignoring you for the majority of the afternoon.

“‘M Harry. You enjoying yourself?” His deep voice was so close to your ear it sent a shiver down your spine, and you absolutely hated yourself for it.

“Yeah of course, and with great company.” He shot you a little wink. “Nice to meet you man,” Lawrence said. The two shook hands, and Lawrence looked at Harry’s arm still holding you to his side and then to your face. You saw the pieces slowly come together in his head until his eyes widened with recognition. “So you’re Harry’s girl? Y/N?” He let out a laugh and ran his hands through his hair in disbelief. “Well you didn’t tell me that.”

“She didn’t?” He said it lightly, but you felt his arm slacken and you knew Harry well enough to hear the slightest trace of hurt behind the question.

Good, you thought.

“He probably thought I was the caterer the way I was carrying the food around. Actually, he was kind enough to help me,” you chirped.

You looked to Harry and hoped that sentence would plant a seed of guilt that would grow like a weed and strangle his stupidly beautiful strong neck. But you were sorely disappointed when he just gave an appreciative nod.

“Thanks for helpin’ the lady mate, sorry I got caught up talkin’ to a few…” His voice dropped when you uncurled yourself from his grasp, but in a discreet enough way so Lawrence didn’t notice. “..people.” he continued. He looked at you with furrowed brows then, a little confused at your detraction. The first hint that you weren’t exactly peachy with him.

“Nah, it’s my pleasure man, she’s a cool girl.” Lawrence smiled, but the glimmer you’d seen in it before had fled in the presence of Harry.

“Not as cool as Lawrence though. Did you know he’s a surfer? He has a gnarly scar,” you said.

“Gnarly?” Harry asked, tasting the word on his tongue. You could tell he didn’t like it the way his eyes squinted just the slightest and the small frown that was forming on his face. He’d never heard you use the word before and suddenly you were saying it after one conversation with a handsome stranger.

“Show him,” you said enthusiastically. Lawrence looked to Harry and he shrugged his shoulders as if to say why not. When he effortlessly lifted up his shirt, Harry fell absolutely silent beside you.

“Oh…s’cool.” But the way his lips were pressed in a tight line just as yours had been earlier, you knew it wasn’t. His wheels were turning and he didn’t need to look long before he was starting to question how long he’d shown you his scar. But, as always, Harry was effortlessly charming. “Alright, alright, there’s children here!” he protested, completely joking. You practically snorted at Harry’s not so nonchalant reference to his abs and Lawrence put his shirt down with a smile.

“You know…I’ve always wanted to surf, but I never knew how. It’s honestly so amazing how y’all can just commit to the ocean like that. As much as it’s alluring it’s pretty terrifying too, and I bet it takes a lot of practice. I mean, Harry doesn’t have much balance so we’d probably crash into each other if we tried,” you admitted.

Lawrence just laughed and shook his head. “No it’s true! I’m actually the clumsiest,” you admitted.

“Well we never tried s’you can’t know that….for sure,” Harry mumbled. His arms were now crossed and he was looking at you intensely, hurt-speckled green eyes trying to break the wall you’d built up around your own. What’re you doing? They seemed to ask.

“I definitely got the whole clumsy thing in the kitchen earlier,” Lawrence grinned. You put your hands up to your face to try and cover your blush, mumbling an ohmygosh, and as much as Harry tried to hide it, he couldn’t help the way his shoulders stiffened to your reaction, to your blush. He was the only one allowed to do that, and he didn’t like the intimate suggestion behind Lawrence’s words.

“I don’t know if you’d be up for it, but I can teach you sometime. I give lessons to kids on the weekends when I’m off work, usually they’re younger, but I think I can make an exception for the party hosts.”

His smile was everything genuine and well-intending, completely oblivious to Harry’s harsh gaze on you as he waited for your reply. But the smile would’ve been off his face and he’d be out the door in a second if he could only hear the thoughts clouding Harry’s mind.

“Actually yes! I don’t think I have any plans-”

“We’re going to visit family actually. Aren’t we love?” Harry butted in, expecting you to follow. But as far as you knew there were definitely no plans. You distinctly remember asking Harry if he wanted to go out and see a movie this weekend and he had told you he wanted to stay in (“s’going to be a stressful week Y/N, ‘n I’ll feel like a cuddle instead. Can’t have a proper cuddle when we’re out, can I love?”).

Interesting.

“No, I don’t recall-”

“We’ll s’you later man, enjoy the party,” Harry briskly nodded to Lawrence and suddenly grabbed your arm, not giving you any time to finish your sentence or offer an exclamation as to why his hand was dragging you away. His grasp was firm and almost painful, but he gave you enough time to keep up. But just barely.

“Harry, what are you doing,” you hissed, avoiding the awkward stares as you two stormed through your backyard. Lawrence was right, it was pretty tiny, and currently half-filled with people you didn’t know, which made Harry’s tantrum all the more painfully obvious. “Harry, stop, everyone’s looking!” You whispered harshly. You squeaked when he squeezed his hands tighter around your forearm.

“I know,” he growled.

He hadn’t missed the men who’d eyed you up and down throughout the party, and his blood was boiling the way they were eying you now. They kept staring even when he was right beside you. Jesus did they ever fucking stop?

Harry dragged you to the side yard, out of sight from nosy party guests, and once he had you cornered along the tall wooden fence, he released you. His eyes were stormy, and the frown set in his face was completely out of character.

“Harry what the hell?” As much as you were shocked by his sudden reaction, you were thrilled. And it was hard to conceal the elation in your voice. Harry was distracted though and his eyes darted to your hand that was gently massaging the forearm he’d just released. His eyebrows pinched together and he winced.

“‘M sorry…did I-did I hurt you?” His voice was strained, and for once you felt speechless.

“No,” you managed to breathe.

He groaned and rested his head petulantly against yours. “Harry, what’s wrong?” you asked softly. His hands grasped your waist and squeezed, your back arching as he pulled you closer.

“You know what’s wrong,” he finally grumbled, nudging his nose against your temple.

“No Harry, I don’t,” you claimed. You were enjoying his sudden neediness, and when you felt him nuzzle into the side of your neck and breathe you in, your heart swelled with affection. “Tell me what’s wrong baby. I need to hear you say it,” you coaxed.

You yelped when he bit down on the sensitive spot just below your jaw. “Y/N,” he said your name like a prayer. But it wasn’t an answer.

“Harry,” you finally snapped. How hard was it for a man to just admit his feelings?

“Don’t be mad at me love, I jus’ want you, s’that s’bad?” he soothed you, wrapping his arms completely around your back.

“It is when you won’t t-tell me, harry,” you moaned at the open-mouthed kisses he was placing down your neck, his arms restricting you and keeping your centers close. Your lips parted as you felt his hot, soft, yet firm tongue lick against the mark he’d created only moments before and you whimpered in his hold. You had come so close, had finally seen a jealous side to Harry, and now he was blowing it off like it never happened.

“No.” You shoved him off of you, and his eyes burned at the rejection. They were darker now, clouded with lust and traces of anger, and you took a deep breath to hold your ground.

“D’you not want me anymore?” he scoffed. If you hadn’t detected sincerity you would’ve thought he meant it in a mocking way. You felt a little guilty for pushing him, but this was his fault to begin with.

“You dragged me over here for a reason. And it wasn’t…it better not be just because you’re horny,” you said breathlessly. His jaw clicked at the truth you were hinting at, but he remained silent, just in time for a random stranger from the party to turn the corner.

“Oh, sorry.” The man took one look at us, saw DANGER DANGER WRONG WAY in the daggers Harry threw at him and quickly exited back the way he came. A little tension dissipated from the stranger’s interruption and Harry let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Nothin’ ‘m just bein’ stupid s’all,” he mumbled. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he groaned. “You’re relentless woman……don’t make m’say it,” he added quietly.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

His eyes snapped to yours at the word, and he looked at you. At your frustrated eyes that he couldn’t help thinking were adorable, at your soft lips set in a pout, at your brows causing wrinkles he was itching to erase. At what was his.

And like a horrid alcohol that stayed on his tongue, he was reminded of the men who had been looking at you all afternoon, of the man who had made you blush like that. Of the man who had made you laugh like that.

“Yes,” he admitted lowly. And the way Harry was looking at you now…

Suddenly you were hyper-aware of the small bead of sweat that dripped down your back under the blazing heat of the sun and you were surprised the heat of his gaze wasn’t the end of you, that you didn’t self-combust to a pile of ashes right then and there.

“Finally!” you replied, throwing up your arms in what you could only describe as triumphant.

He stilled at your reaction and a shadow passed over his face. “What?” he scoffed, his breathless voice filled with confusion.

“Finally,” you repeated. Your lips slowly spread into a smirk and Harry eyed it in disdain.

“What do you mean finally?” he commanded, suddenly defensive.

“The calm cool and collected Harry is finally jealous over his girlfriend.” But as soon as you said it and Harry’s eyebrows rose in surprise at your biting tone, he became silent. And then you realized how petty it made you sound.

“It’s just that you’ve never been jealous over me ‘n and I was starting to think since I’m not famous or anything that I wasn’t worth…” the sentence died on your lips. “That you’d never be jealous,” you continued softly.

A flicker of realization passed those emerald eyes, and you saw his lips part in stunned realization. Harry usually prided himself in being in tune with people, especially you, but apparently this one had blindsided him.

“Okay well…” you couldn’t take standing in this silence any longer, the embarrassment causing your cheeks to burn, and you promptly tried to move away. But as soon as you did, something snapped in Harry and he trapped you against the fence, an arm on either side of you. He leant low, curls brushing against your cheek, and lips ghosting along your ear.

“‘M sorry love, I didn’t know.” He pressed a soothing kiss on your neck, just over your pulse point, and he felt your racing heart.

“Well now you do, and you know what? It’s really nothing, I’m just being stupid so-” your words mimicked the same ones he’d said earlier, and you tried to duck out of his hold, but his hand easily grabbed your hip and pulled you back against the fence while the other remained taught above your shoulder. You weren’t going anywhere.

“I wasn’t finished,” he stated. He stared at you with an intensity you weren’t sure you could handle right now, but each time you’d look away he’d gently coax you with a c’mon look at me angel, please love, until you just had to take that risk. “You are everything to me. And I definitely” -the hand holding your hip gave a calming squeeze- “get jealous of you. All the time. More than you can possibly imagine. S’just that I never thought you’d like a jealous boyfriend, never wanted to be that guy that felt suffocating. Do y’not think I want you? S’that it?” His brows remained furrowed and his raspy voice was riddled with hurt.

“I-” your words seemed stuck in your dry throat and you cleared it out of habit rather than necessity before continuing, “It’s just that I see you with all these models Harry all the time and I know it’s just a part of who you are now, truly, but sometimes i just can’t help- I just can’t help that it kills me on the inside. And it hurts to feel like you don’t feel the same way about me. That you don’t care enough if other boys tried anything with me. It’d feel good to feel like a prize sometimes instead of it always being the other way around.” The last sentence slipped out before you had the chance to stop it and your eyes went wide when a sharp exhale flew from his lips.

“Oh.” It was his turn to clear his throat now, but when he opened his mouth he breathed the same word,

“Oh.”

“‘M sorry Ha-”

He interrupted your apology by pressing his lips to yours, this kiss wasn’t soft or gentle, but hard, hungry. For the urgency of the kiss, Harry took it slow, the passion igniting sparks in your stomach when he grasped the back of your neck, forcing you into the rhythm he created.

“You’re the last person who should be apologizing Y/N,” he groaned when he pulled away, immediately pressing kisses along your jawline. You gasped when you felt his hand slip under your dress, and you felt him smirk when you pressed your thighs together.

“Harry, the guests,” you squeaked as you felt a long finger snap the elastic of your underwear. Harry quieted your protests with a hot kiss and you felt another smirk form when he cupped your clothed sex.

“You really do like it when I’m jealous don’t you?” he mused. Your cheeks were burning furiously, knowing he’d felt the damp patch that had been bothering you for a while, and he raised his eyebrows cheekily. “‘S kinda hot innit,” he teased.

“Harry,” you whined, struggling to release yourself from his hold.

“Shh, there, there pet, I’ve gotta show my girl how much I care don’t I?”

And when he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, locking the door behind him, he made sure you remembered just how much of a prize you really were.

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