Him
Starting off my return with a new series, new faces, and new emotional distress 😮💨 this is part one of a series called “Him”
series: in which Harry is his university’s most elegible bachelor and yn is his hot fashion design major girlfriend.
The wind picked up on the UCLA campus as the sun began to set. Two figured walked across the fountain in the main entrance of the university. Feet heavy and tired, as spring break had amaneced.
“And then the asshole had the audacity to tell ME that I was going crazy? Can you believe that? What kind of gaslighting shit is that?” A redhead yelled into the sky at her bestfriend as they walked to (Y/N)’s car. “He really pulled that card on me, and to make matters worse not only did he ditch me BUT he posts a picture of himself with his damn shirt off?”
(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at the antics her friend was spitting. Usually she would be concerned, but there had been plenty of times where she had warmed her about the man she hated at the moment. He was no good, all the red flags and couldn’t even pump his own gas, that was a light for (Y/N) to make a face everytime she saw him. “You know I don’t want to say I told you so, but I told you so bitch” (Y/N) hums, mockingly but jokingly of course. “Should’ve ran when he asked you for $20 and then acted like he didn’t know what he was talking about when you brought it up again.” The girls says shaking her head and rolling her eyes as she remembers the infamous day she got a call from her screaming friend. Playing with the soft blue acrylic on her pink nail (Y/N) looks towards the parking lot. Her eyes land on a guy with a muscle tee and some gym shorts on almost immediately. A smile grazes her features. Now there’s a man worth talking over.
“Prince Charming!” But of course her bestfriend beats her to it, announcing their presence before she herself even could.
“Shut the fuck up Milan!” (Y/N) hisses as she looks around at the people leaving, none of them even caring to look up as they were all desperate to get door rooms to pack for their trips for the week. However, he did notice them, one of his AirPods in his hand as he turned his head, a dimples on his cheeks.
Once they reached their designated part of the parking lot, Harry wasted no time linking his arm around his girlfriend’s waist. “There she is, I was about to call you.” He says with a husky voice, obviously out of breath as he has probably just gotten out of the schools gym. Gently pushing him off his girlfriend laughs.
(Y/N) and Harry had known about each other since their freshman year of college. She would see him around campus sometimes, with his friends. Or catch glimpses of him talking with a group of girls (and sometimes guys) as they all locked their eyes on him and nodded with every word he said, eyes trained on his lips or his arms. Plenty of times she had seen him at some frat parties too, although she never spoke to him, she did find him attractive and developed a small niche crush on him. Who wouldn’t want to jump on the bones of the fall British hot guy who just happens to be going for a degree in medicine and surgery?
But it wasn’t until about three months ago, well into their junior year of high school that they really began to converse with one another. Although (Y/N) was always an extrovert, something about Harry made her stomach flip. She was beautiful and she knew it, she had a lot of confidence in herself and the way she carried herself, often finding herself rejecting people simply because she thought she didn’t have the time, until she met him. Their first conversation was a quick one, exchanging numbers and social media, and then one thing led to another and before she knew it a month after meeting him she found herself in his car blasting Fleetwood Mac and kissing him as if her life depended on it, which at the time it really felt as if it did.
Now two months later and (Y/an) swears she’s in love. Two months later and Harry thinks he’s in love, two months later and no one but their close friends know their together. And they liked it that way. Two months later and (Y/N) was heading to London to meet Harry’s family for the first time.
“Alright you two break it up.” Milan said, her arms finding them tugging on her friend’s arm while a small smile prodded her own lips. “Miss Met Gala YOU have to take me back to the dorms before you leave tonight so I can swallow in my self pity waiting for you to come back!” She said dramatically as she threw her head back and began to fake cry as loud as she could. “I hate you Styles!” She sniffled and wiped away fake tears.
“Me? See how I don’t do anything n’ get blamed for it anyway!” Harry exclaimed back shaking his head. Palming his face before pressing a quick and sneaky kiss to his girlfriend’a lips, his hand wandering down her back and to the curve of her ass where he left a cheeky grope and snickered when she yelped. “I’ll pick you up around 7 yes? Our flight leaves at 10 but I want you to myself for a little bit before my mum is squeezing the life outta you and not letting me have you.” Harry whispered, his eyes staring into hers. And permanent smile on his face as she nods and her love sick eyes bury back into his.
“You know you really didn’t need to pack for 400 people love.” Harry says as he watched his girlfriend wheel two suit cases to his car, her outfit was paired with some slippers.
“You know sometimes you can really mind your own business.” She teases back and punches his side as she walks in front of him, reaching down he grabbed one of the suitcases and shook his head, carrying his own suitcase and bag.
“You’re Impossible.” Harry laughs and leans down to place a quick kiss to her her forehead. Pulling his hoody up a little bit more he opened the door for her like a true gentleman and let her in before walking in himself behind her. It was only 9 pm and he figured the airport would be bustling with life. But everything was quiet and people were either sleeping on the chairs, or impatiently pacing as they waited to be boarded for their own flight.
“It’s scary how quiet it is in here isn’t it?” (Y/N) asked as they both walked side by side to check their luggage in, so ready to board the plane that was taking them to Harry’s hometown and in front of his family.
“Thank God” Harry mumbled as he rubbed his eyes and placed both their luggage a on the conveyor belt that was carrying other peoples things as well. The white tiles under them feel squeaked as both their bodies got closer and before either of them knew it. Harry’s arms were wrapped around her waist and she was tucked away in what she liked to call her safe place. Her own arms went around his torso. Her head safely in his chest as she sighed heavily.
“Do you think they’ll like me?”
“Your mom? Your sister? Do you think they’ll like me?” With a nervous tone on the edge of her tongue as she contemplated what she had been thinking for the past week. It has truly been eating her up inside. Although (Y/N) was very family oriented, it wasn’t her own mother or father that provided that kind of love. But more her little sister whom she loved very much, the 8 year old that gave (Y/N) the will to live all those years ago. That little precious girl was the one that made her heart flutter at the thought of her own family.
“I know they’ll love you, mum and Gem are always asking about you, n’ asking when they’re finally going to meet their precious ‘sister and daughter in law’ as they call you.” Harry laughs at the nick name. His lips finding the crown on her head. Of course his girlfriends body finds itself relaxing and melting more and more into his very comforting touch. The smell of his cologne fluttering her nostrils, but somehow it smelled like home, familiar, and deepened the love she had for him, even if she didn’t know how to express the feeling into words yet.
“I don’t want to disappoint you, or them…” Trailing off and then looking up she had this slight change in her eyes that Harry had only seen a handful of times. When her little sister Kai had fallen off a swing and she has gotten a call from back home from a teary eyed little girl at the hospital stating how much she missed her and wished she was home, when (Y/N couldn’t don’t the right kind of fabric for a project she was doing for her Design alterations class, or when he would wake up in her dorm room, her beside him and her knees tucked into her chest as she had another nightmare, but didn’t dare wake her boyfriend who had an exam the very next day.
Even though it was a feeling she hated expressing, because she had buried it away deep within herself, She let Harry see it more times than most people could say they had.
“None of that, you could never disappoint me, or them for that matter. I understand the stress you must be feeling. Angel you’re single handedly the most special person in my life right now. If you’re not comfortable with going we can always-“ Harry said without hesitation. But as (Y/N) watched his lips move her ears began to ring, in a good way. She canceled out all the negativity in her mind and focused on the man in front of her explained all the other things they could do for their break if she didn’t feel comfortable going to Holmes Chapel with him yet, putting her above himself no matter how much he missed his family he was willing to take her to her dorm right now and watch those slasher movies she loved so much, eating cheap greasy pizza (no matter how much he stated he hated it, (Y/N) knew he could never pass a good slice of New York pizza from the diner across the campus street).
“Ladies and Gentlemen, please make sure to check through security before boarding flight 222 to the United Kingdom if you have not already, as this flight leave in 45 minutes, thank you’”
Placing a solid kiss to his pink lips, (Y/N) shushed him and laughed against them. “I love you so much, come on we can’t be late or else those tickets you paid for are gonna go to waste.” (Y/N) smiled at him widely and with the tint of sadness in her eyes gone, pulling his hand he began to walk with her. His eyes widened, and she had taken notice but didn’t say anything about it.
“…I love you too Angel .” He replied back watching her walk with a more excited step to her walk.
It was when she turned around and winked at him that he truly felt what his mother has told him ever since he was a kid.
“When you know your person came into your life, it’s kind of like when you’re walking through a field of scorching hot flames. And yet you seen them on the other side and no matter how much the pain hurts you want to keep getting to that other side.”
