#im a little nevrous to post this. low key tho

[goldenncherrybombb]

Golden

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It was a normal night. Me and Harry both are on break for awhile. We are at his place in Malibu. Both of us needing a break from London. Our skin tan from days in the sun.

We spend our days out in the sun at the beach or poolside. We go find small cafes to try out, our favorite being Beachwood cafe. Harry loves their coffee. We hide from paparazzi and go thrift shopping to look for vintage items. We spend our nights on Harry’s couch watching his plasma tv mounted on the wall next to all his awards from one direction and some solo. We watch a movie or a show. But we mainly talk. We usually end up falling asleep on the couch, his chest pressed against mine as I lay on him. Both of our mouths open letting out quite snores here and there. Then at some point he carries me to his bed and we fall back asleep after he kisses my forehead so delicately, thinking I’m asleep. It’s a dream really.

Currently we are at the Beachwood cafe. The bright yellow and dark wood blending perfectly throughout with the white furniture complimenting it. The floor being a vintage blue and yellow pattern. The sun is coming up casting a golden glow on the quaint cafe.

I’m currently blowing off the steam from my tea, Harry sipping his coffee and burning a hole in my forehead as he stares at me, so deep in thought. I finally look up at him and look him straight in the eyes, his gaze not moving.

“What’s on your mind, H?” I question quietly. He slowly looks up at me before smiling softly.

“I love you, y/n.” He says quietly. Before I get a chance to reply he is speaking up again. “More than a best friend should actually. I want more than small cuddles on the couch an’ teasing looks. I want kisses while we ‘re in the kitchen dancing to whatever song you have playing as you bake something you saw on Pinterest. I want the hand holding. I want the kissing. I want the sex. I want the good, the bad. Everything. I want you yelling in my face when we argue because you know ‘m an asshole. Y/n, I want it all. And I know being in a relationship with me ‘s hard. My schedule gets hectic, I get cranky when ‘m tired, I have promo often. But I’m willing to say fuck it because I love you so much it- it hurts me, y/n. I know we could make it work.”He talks slow, sometimes fast when he gets passionate. He is calm as he speaks. I sit there and stare at him, processing what he just said.

“An-and I know your scared that our friendship will perish ‘f something was to happen, but I promise it won’t. I have faith ‘n us, y/n. I believe in us. And I’m putting myself out here for you. Because I love you damnit. I will do my best to never, ever hurt you. To take care of you always. Always make sure to be there for you.” He chuckles with a smile, sniffling a little.

We have been friends since 2014, was he willing to risk it all? Was I willing to risk it all? Of course I love Harry. It’s hard not to love him. He has the biggest heart, he gets along with everyone, he is respectful, he is funny (even though I will never tell him that), he is everything a man or women should be. But he is my best friend. There has been so many times where I stay up at night after we have almost kissed, or he was more touchy and flirty. It’s always hard when he gets in a relationship and I have to pretend like I don’t love him. I thought he would never like me back. Figured it was something I would have to squash till it’s perished. It all started towards the end of his tour, my feelings grew stronger. He became more flirty. More cheeky. More touchy and needy. If I wasn’t around him he would be looking for me. Always using his excuse of “I will lose my head if I don’t have yeh by my side.” He was always sleeping in my room, never in his one that was even grander if possible. I felt like I was in a fever dream.

“I love you so much it hurts me too Harry.” He smiles and stands, sliding into my side of the booth. “Why did you never tell me before?” I question, putting my hand on his cheek so he looks into my eyes. His cheeks still a little rosy from making his confession.

“Jus’ didn’t want to lose yeh. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. God thats cheesy, but ‘s true. As soon as yeh came into my life it’s all been better, pet.” A tear rolls down my cheek and Harry is quick to swipe it away, smiling at me.

“‘M gonna kiss you now.” He murmurs, I nod my head and soon his heavenly lips are on mine. They are so soft, and plump, and everything I could ever dream of. Harry Styles is the perfect human alive and you can not change my mind.

The kiss is light at first. His hand under my jaw, my hand still on his cheek. Purple rain by Prince plays lightly in the background. I breathe in through my nose, my oxygen running out.

Harry pulls back then quickly plants one more on my lips, a smile on our faces for the third peck. I giggle when he kisses my nose. Then my forehead. Then both of my cheeks.

“Harry,” I try to scold when he kisses my neck lightly, but we both know my scolding has no threat behind it.

“‘M gonna kiss you forever.” He murmurs against my neck before teasingly nipping at it making me laugh.