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O6 - Cuddly Evening | Harry Styles.
It was a Sunday evening when we had our deep conversation while The Neighbourhood was softly playing in the background. We sat on the couch, together, as usual. He had put his arm around my shoulders to keep me warm, while we had a blanket over our knees. Since it was quite cold outside, we had a excuse to sit like this but even if we hadn’t, we’d do it anyway.
The conversations we had were always quite deep and sensible, ‘cause we’d always get advise from each other. Mostly it was quite needy as some point, but just sitting like this solved most problems. That were often problems we had to struggle with our selves, for example: insecurity or our body in general. It was nice to have a person by your side who goes through almost exactly the same as you, but in this case I was a part of his gigantic rollercoaster. I had to deal with almost the same things, as he did.
I did not only love the chats I had with him, I also loved listening to his voice. His deep, raspy voice that would make you sign at any point, because it sounds so pretty. It also made our conversations as deep as they were, because almost anything he said sounded so thoughtful and wise. Although he was just a twenty year old guy who made it in the big world, as he likes to call it. I was proud of him, very proud and I knew I wasn’t the only one. There were thousands of people more, but they didn’t knew him in personal while I did. I basically got dragged into his world which seemed so little compared to the way we look at it. For him, it wasn’t as big as we thought. He was still the same guy before, through and afterwards. The only difference was that he had a bunch of supportive fans and a few albums which sold very good. He was still a normal twenty year old, in his perspective. He stayed so calm throughout the whole situation and I thought that was quite inspiring.
‘Have I every told you how beautiful you are?’ he said while stroking my hair affectionately. I looked up at him and smiled. I felt how red my cheeks turned, quite unbelievable that it still happened after our half year of being together. Instead of just smiling, I nodded thankfully to pinch his cheeks playful.
‘You’ve told me several times, and I still love it when you say it.’ I said and looked him straight in his perfectly green eyes. I could spot a little twinkle of satisfaction in them.
‘Good, because I want you to know that you are.’ he said while he got his arm off my shoulders. Instead of making it himself more comfortable, he wrapped his arm around my waist. I knew what he wanted so I threw the blanket on the couch to sit on his lap. I then grabbed the blanket again to shove it over my shoulders. I now sat in front of him, while his hands supported my lower back.
Having conversations wasn’t the only thing we’d like to do on our Sunday evening. We would also watch a movie or a certain series we both enjoyed. Mostly, we would end up in the position we are now, but we couldn’t care less. When he had wrapped his strong arms around my waist I felt more then save. When I laid my head against his shoulder to smell his shirt, it smelled like home. He sometimes felt like a big brother to me, with responsibilities but that’s probably because we’ve known each other for so long. As in, literally. We used to watch films every Sunday evening. We’d switch between the week who got to choose a film and we’d mostly end up cuddling while watching. I didn’t mind at all, he was a cuddly person and he’d always been. To him, it sometimes didn’t matter if you were a boy or a girl, is you had a shoulder which was free he’d lay his head on it. These days I was the victim, but I enjoyed it ‘cause I did exactly the same to him too.
‘Even on Sundays when you look all natural, you’re still the prettiest I’ve seen in my life.’ he said in a complimenting way. I had to smirk, because his face looked more then proud because of his poetic sentence.
‘Trying to be poetic, huh,’ I said teasing him a little, ‘nice try Styles, you always get me with you words.’
He looked at me and smirked entertained, ‘Even when I try to be sweet, you blow it off.’
I laughed amused and tickled him slightly to see his pretty smile. I had to say that, through the years I’ve known him, he was the only person I knew who had such a pretty smile. He had dimples in both his cheeks which were so deep that you could probably create world peace just by showing a picture or seeing it. Every time when his dimples popped out of nowhere, I would pinch them to make them even deeper.
‘I have to say that it wasn’t really a poetic sentence,’ he said thoughtful, ‘if I wanted to be poetic I could say that you’re lips are like wine and I want to get drunk.’
I muttered and looked him in his eyes, ‘Is this one of your certain ‘hints’ or do you really want to get drunk?’
He laughed, moved his hands from my back and grabbed my face gently. As if I didn’t understand. Within a second his soft, pink lips touched mine. I felt how the corners of my own mouth curled up into a smile that I couldn’t hold back. Halfway through our tongues met, circling around each other.
After a small bit Harry pulled away and stared into my bright blue eyes. He was the only person that could make me feel like this, feel like I’m the only one. It was one of those special things about him that I massively loved: he’d make you feel worth for anything. He’s the kind of guy that would make you soup while your sick, would lit candles in the bathroom right before you go take a bath. All those little things made him a gentle, kind and special human being, he was the only one for me.
‘I think I’m not drunk yet, my love.’ he said cheeky and pulled my body closer to his. I smiled and ran my fingers through his wild, curly hair. He hadn’t brushed it all day so there were tangles everywhere. Through the years of his career, these perfectly brown curly locks had become his trademark. Everyone knew who he was, even if they weren’t a fan of his band. Sometimes I got the feeling people only knew One Direction through Harry and sometimes it even seemed like he was the only one in the band while he had four other fantastic bandmates, but I think that’s just how society works, right?
‘I want to get totally wasted,’ Harry said while pressing his lips against mine, ‘I hope you’re up for that.’
He wasn’t kissing me yet so I could not only hear, but also feel the words he spoke to me. It was like listening to angels because when he whispered, his voice was even more deep, slow and raspy.
‘I am so up for that, you have no idea.’ I said while I felt him getting closer to me, his lips pressed against mine. I slid my hand across his jaw line, I could feel the bone against my fingertips while he passionately kissed me. I was living the dream, a fantastic dream that would never end, hopefully.
An hour flew by and I noticed that there wasn’t music playing anymore. Harry however sat topless in front of me and didn’t seem to care, he wanted me. He wanted to put his body all over me, I could feel it in the way he kissed but I didn’t let that happen without any music playing.
‘Could you wait one little, small, tiny minute?’ I asked while standing up. Harry nodded with a cheeky grin on his face while I walked to the windowsill where his iPhone stood in the speakers. I got it off, unlocked it and quickly went through his playlist. I slowed down searching as soon as I heard him coming of the couch to walk up against me. I stood with my back towards him and felt how his arms wrapped around my body. I smiled motionless but he noticed anyway.
‘May I borrow it for a second, darling?’ I heard him whispering in my ear. I gave him his phone and waited until he chose a song. Within a minute Perrin Lamb’s voice blasted through the speakers. He chose my favourite song without him probably knowing.
‘This is a good one,’ I said ignorant while quietly crooned with it. I quickly turned around so we faced each other again. I looked at the tattoos on his torso. I first noticed the two little birds, obviously. They’ve been stuck there for almost two years along with his ‘17BLACK’ one. It was quite unbelievable how many tattoos he got, and I knew there were coming more. Although it wasn’t my body, I didn’t want him to regret his tattoos so I often made sure he loved every single one of them. Mostly his answer was, ‘I love them just as much as you.’
Harry dragged me out of my own thoughts by pressing his lips against mine again. I could literally feel the passion he threw in the game and I liked it. I stood in a cuddly position in front of a topless, attractive young male with tattoos. What more did I want?
While we stood kissing, I enjoyed the music in the background. After a few seconds I started tickling his weak spots to get him out of his concentration. He pulled away and laughed.
‘You have the ability to be absolutely annoying, but fucking adorable at the same time, love.’ He said while tickling me back on my own weak spots. I laughed at him, pinched his nose and stepped back from him to be chased after through the whole room. A situation which wasn’t necessary, but we’d do it anyway.
‘For someone who is in his twenties, you’re still massively childish!’ I yelled at him while I ran around the couch. I sat down as quick as I could and covered myself with the soft, pink blanket. Harry however jumped over the back of the couch and landed right next to me with the biggest smirk on his face.
‘What are you trying to say?’ he asked nicely, to keep the conversation going, ‘Are you saying I’m not ‘mature’ enough? Shall I tell you something? I have one of the most responsible jobs of all any you’re sayin-’
I cut him off right in his sentence by pressed my lips against his. I didn’t want him to talk, although I loved listening to him. The only thing I wanted right now, was him in general. I pulled back for a second.
‘Less talk, more action, Styles. How long does it take to understand that?’
‘Not long,’ he said playfully. He grabbed my waist again, pulled me closer and leant in.
‘I love you so much.’
Reacties:
Ahhww so cute <3
You should write in english more often :3 i like thisss:p
Nu maar weer even naar het nederlands xp
Echt <3 ga je nog meer sa's schrijven?? I hope sooo
<3
FINALLY IK HEB HET GELEZEN.
Sorry dat dat een maand moest duren.
Maar wouwwieee good writing there my friend.
go onnn