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YOU ARE IN LOVE

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | CHEATING!HARRY UNIVERSE | READ THIS BEFOREHAND! | 10125 WORDS (damn)

Summary: Y/N can swear that with Liam they're the perfect couple, until she meets his best friend and bandmate, who seems to be captivated by her.

W/N: welcome to the first one shot of the CHEATING!HARRY TROPEEEEEE!!!! something different happened with this one, we started with blurbs without having a base one shot and surprisingly you guys loved it so once again it's all thanks to you 🤍 this shit took me TWO MONTHS, never took that long to write and i even deleted everything to write it all over again... and the beginning is shit and everything is just so cliché :( so i'm sorry guys. but this is a mix between enchanted and you are in love by taylor swift! (sadly not taylor's version yet), also happy midnights release day, there's a surprise! hope u guys enjoy this and don't forget to let me know!

! | fluff, angst and smut (yea!) we have liam forcing yn into a situation so be careful, toxic family (her mom), arguing, crying but harry makes everything better. vaginal unprotected sex, oral fem sex, dirty talk, the smut is shit omg i'm sorry (again), CHEATING (ofc), harry finds it hot that she's cheating on liam with him but doesn't know it yet, they're 18 so it's pre-frat boy harry until it's fratboy harry. don't take this too seriously pls liam lovers do not come at me this is a fanfic. i haven't proofread so sorry for the typos, ENJOY!

2012:

Y/N hated the parties of people from her school.

The smell of weed, sweat, alcohol, and others she was grateful not to recognise were present in every breath she took in search of fresh air, but failing in the attempt.

The dress her boyfriend had given her and instructed her to wear with a "this would look lovely on you tonight." was tight everywhere and clearly not her size, but she knew Liam had meant well.

Liam… he loved parties.

He loved them; screaming, singing and dancing along with the hormonal bodies of his neighbourhood friends with a glass of beer or whatever it was in his hand was one of the best feelings in the world for him. Now even more with the band's after parties.

Y/N didn't know much about One Direction, no more than what he told her. She knew they were five boys, who hadn't managed to win The X Factor but still became global stars in a short time. Now, in 2012, everyone knew who they were, everyone but her, who had never heard a song or heard of the rest of the boys.

It was rare for Liam to talk about them when they were together, he said it was because he liked to listen to her and leave the work there, at work, and she didn't ask, because she wasn't interested in anyone else, just her boyfriend and her mother. Her mother who must be waiting for her, scared and cold.

It's been like that since she started dating Liam four months ago (though he's been trying since before he entered the competition), she felt guilty for leaving her alone even more after the death of her father and her mum just took refuge in alcohol, so Y/N took care of her, working while she tried to finish her studies.

She feels his hand squeeze her waist lightly, drawing her attention. "Baby, did you hear me?" he yells in her ear, over the loud music, and she shakes her head. "The boys are in town to visit me, and I invited them here."

Now that was something she hadn't expected, she never thought Liam would ever want her to meet his friends, but she was wrong. He loves her, and he wants her to meet the other people he loves too.

"That's nice, Li." She replied sincerely, taking a swig from her glass of Pepsi Cola, grimacing as a shirtless boy bumped into her.

Half an hour passes maybe, and Y/N's still forcing her laughter and faking smiles as Liam occasionally kissed her before commenting on something she couldn't quite catch because of the loud noise.

At their second makeout session, she breaks away, hands on his chest and brings her mouth close to his ear to tell him she's going to come up for air because she's feeling a little dizzy. He asks if she wants him to go with her, and she says no, that she can go by herself.

With her breath hitching and cold sweat on her back, Y/N moves through the crowd of teenagers, and doesn't realize she's bumped into someone until she almost falls to the ground if it weren't for that person holding her up.

When she looks up, nothing prepares her for what she sees.

Green eyes, plump pink lips, chocolate-coloured curly hair over his forehead, a mole on the side of his chin, and a jaw ready to cut. If she thought Liam was the cutest boy she'd ever seen, this one was perfect.

Harry smiled sideways, still with his arms holding her forearms. "Careful there, love. Are yeh okay?"

The girl gawked at him, and he allowed himself to look at her, her black dress was clearly not her size but he was sure she could wear anything and it would look beautiful on her. The coloured lights reflected on her face and he can't help but wonder if they had met before.

What he doesn't remember is that Liam has shown them pictures of his girlfriend in the past, and she's in front of him right now.

"Yeah, sorry, I–" Pulling away from him, she answers. "Are you okay?"

He laughs, and she can see his dimples. "Yeah, I came here with m'friends but… I think I lost them." he wrinkles his nose, frowning when he sees her heaving chest. "You're sure you're okay?"

She nods once more, but her sick face gives her away, and she just lets the unknown boy take her by the hand and help her out of the middle of the dancefloor and into the backyard of the house.

The sigh Y/N let out as she felt the fresh air hit her face felt endless, and the solitude of the courtyard soothed her even more. It was just her and the boy.

"Thanks." her sincere voice sounds clear thanks to the music already far away. "I'm… I'm just not used to crowds, that's all."

The green-eyed boy smiles and nods, sitting down on a bench. "It's fine, I didn't wanna be there alone either."

She stands there not knowing what to do, she should go home… but she'd come with Liam so she would have to walk back alone, and that wasn't a good idea.

Besides, she didn't know why but she wanted to sit with the boy, so she did approached him at a slow pace and sat down next to him, sighing as the sparkling night lay above them. "I'm Y/N."

"Harry."

Harry… yes, he definitely had a Harry's face. She liked it, and would later pronounce it out loud to find out how it felt on her tongue.

"So…" she kicked at the small rocks at her feet. "don't you have more fun things to do than be out here with me?"

He shrugged. "Maybe, but I don't think I can find m'friends again amongst all those people, and I don't want anyone to recognise me either."

Her brow furrowed as she heard him say that last, what did he mean? she wanted to ask him, but she just sipped at her drink.

"Y/N, that's a good name, are yeh from around here?" Harry asked, before taking a drink of his now almost empty Corona beer, and she nodded.

"Yeah, all my life." she sighed. "You?"

"Holmes Chapel, it's pretty nice." He just shrugged again, and Y/N was curious about the town.

The singing crickets and the stars are their only company, and she finds herself finishing her drink quickly, as does her friend.

The silence isn't awkward, but they both want to know more about each other, not knowing what topic to bring up.

"Maybe your friends are looking for you." with a sigh she says, and feels his gaze on her.

"I don't think so," Styles laughs. "they must be too busy dancing, maybe Louis is the only one looking fo' me."

She wanted to ask what Louis was like, what was the name of his other friends, but his voice interrupts her.

"You... came alone?" He asked, and the words stuck in her throat not knowing what to answer.

No, she'd come with Liam, her boyfriend. "Yep, alone."

When she saw the relief on Harry's face, it felt good. "Oh."

He frowns at her short answer, and feels the need to talk, because maybe Y/N will get tired and decide to leave, and that's the last thing he wants. He wants to know her, to know more.

Unable to stop his mouth, he says. "I worked in a bakery."

Her gaze falls back on him, and he just wants to run away, that fucking topic, seriously?

"Really? that's great, I bet you could eat a lot of the sweets there when no one was watching!" she replies, somewhat excited and the embarrassment that had built up in Harry's lower stomach slowly disperses.

"Yeah, before…–" Signing up for The X Factor, he wants to say, but falls silent.

In this last year and a half of his life, everything had changed; he wasn't just Harry anymore, he was now Harry Styles, the member of One Direction, and Y/N didn't seem to know who he was so why change that?

"Uh, nothing, forget it." He mumbles, scratching his nose with his index finger as a habit. "why don't we play a game?"

(…)

"I'm completely serious!"

The glutural laugh that burst from Harry's chest was unavoidable. "There's no way you've never been to a concert."

"I've never had money to buy a ticket and I don't like crowds, so... yeah."

He wants to tell her not to worry, that he'd give her free tickets to all his concerts if she wanted to, but he can't, he doesn't want her to know who he is, yet.

"Then I guess we should go to one sometime."

Y/N laughed under her breath at his quick remark, he was charming, and she couldn't help the tingle in her hands everytime he made her laugh. "You're fast, eh?" she asked, looking up to meet his eyes, and Harry threw his head back sweet laughing.

She'd never seen brighter, prettier eyes in her entire life, and she felt terrible for thinking that way, but she couldn't help it, not when Harry was looking at her like Liam never did before, and listening carefully as if he really cared about what she was talking about.

Unfortunately, word soon spread around the small but full party that One Direction were at it.

Louis, Zayn, Liam and Niall were dancing and drinking, but Payne couldn't stop thinking about where his girlfriend was.

"Hey, where the fuck is Harry?" Niall asked, as he danced with a redhead who looked like she wanted to eat him.

"We should go look for him, I'm getting worried." Louis replies, before taking a puff on his cigarette. "Where's your girl, Payno?"

The named shrugs his shoulders. "I dunno, let's go look for them."

The four of them start moving through the people, who pull out their phones and point them at them, trying to get some good pictures, some screaming for Harry, or grabbing them by the arms, but they manage to escape.

They search through the rooms of the house and find neither their friend nor Y/N, until Zayn opens the door to the backyard and sees the curly hair.

"There he is!" he says, pointing to his friend who's sitting on the bench next to a girl, laughing.

Styles turns, but so does his new friend, and Liam's eyes widen. "Y/N?"

"Liam." is all she can say, and the rest of them are confused.

Harry wanders his gaze between the pair, she was the Y/N his friend talked about so much, why didn't she tell him the truth… and worse, why didn't he tell her who he really was either?

"I've been looking all over for you, my love, are you alright?" Payne approaches his girlfriend worriedly, and they all look at each other knowing that what he says is a lie, he never looked for her.

Styles looks away from the couple and gets up from his seat. "I should be going now, it's quite late and tomorrow we have to travel to the studio in London, remember?"

The rest of the boys agree with him and decide to leave together, but as they're about to leave Harry hears his name being called. He turns, and despite having talked non-stop for hours, he doesn't want to let her go.

"Yes?" he asks, hoping for something more, even though he knows she was his mate's girl.

"Thanks for helping me, really." that's all she says, and Liam slips an arm around her shoulders and leaves a kiss on her cheek. "It was nice to meet you."

But in Y/N's eyes, Harry can see there's something missing.

He just smiles and says goodbye to her, watching as the pair walk off together towards Payne's car. Y/N climbs into the passenger seat and leans her hot face against the cold window, seeking to soothe the heat from her cheeks.

Harry was also part of One Direction, she didn't know it and to top it off, he hadn't told her either. She wondered if he liked her too, they'd played that stupid childish game of questions where she got to know him better, and he got to know her as well.

"Honey, you're good?" Liam's heavy accent distracts her, and she turns her head to look at him, humming. "Harry, do you like him?"

"Yeah, he's good, he helped me get out of the crowd." she replies sincerely.

Payne seems to make no further effort, and just drives with one hand on her knee, glad that they met, not even thinking about what might've happened if Harry hadn't found her.

Y/N can't help but wonder why it'd taken him so long to want his friends to meet her, and why was he hiding his musical life so much, was he ashamed of her?

She remembers how Harry didn't mention he was part of the band either, but he spoke to her as if they had known each other all their lives, no strings attached, no formal introductions.

She just hopes he was enchanted to meet her, too.

(...)

Almost a month later, and Harry still thinks about that night like it was yesterday.

It's two in the morning, and he wonders if Y/N also felt the same, or was he the only one who felt that connection between the two. He wonders what she's doing right now, is she alone sleeping in her bed, or cuddled up with Liam thinking about him?

With a sigh he gets out of bed, he had no choice, it was impossible to go back to sleep without thinking about her.

He regrets not asking for her number, but that would be inappropriate, she's his best friend's girlfriend, shit, he can't be thinking these things. But then he remembers her laugh, and her smile under the flawless night and all he wants is to know if he really treats her like she deserves.

Y/N was a difficult person, he knew that. He could tell from miles away that she didn't come from a healthy environment, and he wanted to know what was wrong, to help her, he wanted to show up at her door so he could finally say that it was nice to meet her too.

They have to travel to London today for a show there, so Harry keeps busy getting everything ready, trying not to think about her. He has searched for her on Instagram and Twitter but there's nothing, so her face only lives in his head, although he wishes to see her again.

In another city, Y/N finds herself staring at the ceiling since early morning, with Liam hugging her side dead asleep. It's 10 AM, and she still thinks about him.

When she'd returned from that party, she'd taken her laptop and immediately searched everywhere for him, scrolling through his Instagram and laughing at his tweets until the sun was already peeking through the window.

An odd feeling settled in her lower stomach as she began to feel Liam's breathing regulate indicating that he was awake now, and her doubts were confirmed when with a growl, he hid his face in her neck.

"Good morning, baby." he murmured against her skin, his voice hoarse. "Did you sleep well?"

She nods, even though it's far from the truth.

The brown-eyed one settles on his arm and looks into her eyes, smiling warmly. "Let me kiss you, mhm?"

Y/N smiles, and her lips meet his. She had always loved making out with Liam, that was as far as they went, but now there was something missing, something she didn't know what it was.

She pushes her thoughts away and focuses on savoring his lips, letting his tongue brush over her but she can't help but her face frowns in disgust. The kiss breaks as he pulls away, looking at her expectantly.

"Sorry, morning breath." with an awkward smile she excuses, and it seems to have worked, because with a smile Liam nods.

"I was thinking..." he says as he leaves kisses on her neck. "maybe you can come with us to the concert today?"

"Really?!" she sits on the bed to watch him excitedly, and he laughs. "Liam, don't fuck with me right now!"

"I'm being completely serious!" with a laugh he answers. "You didn't get to meet the lads last time, so I thought it'd be a good idea."

She did get to meet Harry, though.

He kisses her neck again and she just stayed there, stroking his back as she thinks excitedly about today's events, until he starts running his hands over her body until reaching her shirt that he tries to lift, if it weren't for the fact that her hands stopped him.

"Not in the mood, sorry." She mumbles, and with an irritated sigh Liam nods. "My mom's probably waiting for me, I should be going."

Y/N begins to get dressed under the gaze of her boyfriend, and walks over to kiss him goodbye. "I'll pick you up to go to London in two hours, be ready." He says against her lips.

(...)

Being at home was always Y/N's challenge.

She didn't get to put the keys on the table that her mom's cough could already be heard from the frame of the front door, and she walked towards the living room where the older woman was.

When she saw her, she was watching TV while smoking a cigarette, and she reached over to take it out of her mouth and put it out in the ashtray on the coffee table. "Mom, I told you to stop smoking."

"I know, sorry– you know I'm trying." Isabella answered, scratching her unwashed hair and turning off the television. "Everything fine?"

Y/N started collecting all the cigarette butts and food wrappers lying around the room. "Yep, Liam invited me to his concert tonight, it's in London, mom, London!" With a smile on her face she exclaimed, turning to see her mother.

Her excitement died slowly at the sight of her mom's sad face, and she instantly knew what she was going to say.

"You're gonna leave me?"

The words stuck in Y/N's mouth, and shaking her head she sat down next to her. "No, of course not, we always have the same conversation and you know I'd never leave you, mom."

Ever since her father disappeared, her mom developed abandonment issues, and it was like that everytime Liam asked her out; her mom would cry and beg her to stay, having to cancel plans sometimes.

"You're just like your father... you–" Isabella tries to speak but her breath hitches.

"Mommy, hey, please, I'm here–" desperate, Y/N seeks to calm her down. "I'll always come back, always."

That seems to work, because by nodding the older woman relaxes. "Okay, say hello to the boy for me."

And now, she's standing in front of her closet looking at what to wear.

She'd never been to a concert, and with her job she barely had enough to buy clothes. The newest being a completely black t-shirt and jeans of the same color.

With a sigh, she dressed and tidied up, until as she slipped on her slippers she fell back into reality.

Harry– she was going to see Harry again.

She couldn't help the smile that spread on her face and the excitement that was born in her chest, she was going to hear him sing live, and she already knew quite a few of the band's songs.

Liam's car horn startles her, and she quickly grabs her jacket and runs out of her bedroom into the living room where her mom smokes her fifth cigarette and drinks her second beer.

"Bye, call me if you need something," Y/N kisses her cheek before walking to the door. "love you!"

"Mhm." It's all she gets in response, and she ignores the pain in her chest for the lack of attention.

When he gets in the car, they kiss, but the same feeling from this morning is still in the back of her head.

"You're ready, bubba?"

The stupid nickname makes her want to put on her biggest disgust face but she just smiles and nods, searching the radio for something to listen to. "Always."

(...)

After a nearly two-hour drive, Liam and Y/N park outside the stadium, and she bites her lower lip in excitement looking around.

They entered from behind where the fans wouldn't see them, and she knew that the other boys had already arrived because the bus was there.

He held her hand as they walked through the huge place, she looking around with wide eyes, until they walked through a door with a "DRESSING ROOM" sign on it.

Paul (the boys bodyguard) opened the door for them, and Y/N finally saw him.

There, using his phone with his feet up on the table, Harry was laughing at something Zayn was saying while his hair was being done.

Everyone turned to the door when it opened, and Louis was the first to notice. "Payno! how ya doing, mate?" Both greeted each other with a hug and handshake. "Ah, your lady!"

Y/N smiled. "Hi."

"It's so nice to finally meet ya, really." He hugged her, and she tensed at the sudden physical contact.

Harry looked at everything from the back of the room completely nervous, he didn't know she was coming, if he had he would've chosen better clothes, or brushed his teeth again, or–

"Lad, you're alright?" Niall asked him, and he realized that he had lowered his feet from the table and straightened his posture ridiculously. "You look like you're about to shit or something."

"Fuck off." He rolled his eyes, getting up and looking down at his hands to adjust the rings he was beginning to wear.

When he looked up, their eyes finally met.

Harry's change hit her in the face, and if she thought he looked cute the first time she saw him then she didn't know what she was feeling now; he'd started wearing black skinny jeans, rolling up the sleeves of his shirts to his shoulders, wearing rings, but his hair was still combed down, and his green eyes still had the same sparkle.

They both remain silent when they see each other, because he honestly doesn't know what to say. She looked beautiful, gorgeous, but Liam's arm was wrapped around her waist and he felt sick for feeling that way.

Zayn and Niall also came over to greet them, and he had no choice but to go too. He first greeted Liam, and then he and Y/N stared at each other.

"Harry." She was the first to speak, smiling at him.

His name on her lips made him shiver, and he smiled back at her. "Y/N, it's good to see yeh again."

He only limits himself to shaking her hand, not wanting to exceed any limits, least of all in front of his friend, and the contact between them makes the blood threaten to rise to his cheeks.

"The show's about to start, boys." Paul tells them, receiving orders over the radio. "You've got five minutes, let's go."

They all walk to the side of the stage, and Harry can see Liam leaving Y/N behind, so he falls in beside her to keep her company. "First show, huh?"

She looks at him. "Yeah, you kept your word."

He remembers what he told her that night at the party. "I always keep m'word, love."

A smile spread across her face, and she squeezed the VIP pass in her hands to ease the sensations in her body. It reminds her of when Liam was trying to win her over with stupid pick-ups, except they didn't make her feel as good as this, and that Harry could actually talk.

They finally reach the side and the screams of the fans increase when the intro's about to end, she's nervous, he can tell, so he puts a hand on her forearm and looks at her. "You're gonna be okay, Y/N. Paul's gonna be taking care of yeh, 'kay?"

She nods, anxiety dissipating as she stares into his green eyes in the dim backstage light. "Good luck, guys." She says, letting them do their warm-up with the Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs song.

They all walk out and Liam doesn't even turn to look at her, running onto the stage too. Paul guides her around the place until she descends in front of the stage, where a fence separates them from the crowd.

The amount of people makes her nervous but right away Up All Night makes her forget and start dancing, it was her first concert and she should enjoy it.

She knew a few lyrics after spending late nights looking for Harry's content, so she'd jump up yelling Liam's part.

"Katy Perry's on replay, she's on replay." Harry sings, his eyes searching for Y/N, smiling when he sees her dancing around all alone, as if she's the only one in the world. "DJ got the floor to shake, the floor to shake."

The concert goes on, and he can't stop looking at her.

(...)

"That was so sick, mate!" Louis' the first to appear through the door yelling and slamming his hands together. "Everyone knew all the fucking words!"

Everyone laughs at her excitement, and Y/N drinks from a bottle of water Niall offered her.

Liam had only come over to kiss her wildly in front of everyone at backstage, and that was a very embarrassing moment even though all the boys had whistled and made weird noises. All except for Harry.

"Hey, they rented a hotel for us to stay in instead of the bus," Louis says. "party in our room?" he pointed at Niall and himself.

All the boys made noise in agreement, and her boyfriend took her by the waist to start walking together. "It's just a small party, bubba."

It wasn't a small party.

Niall and Louis' suite was packed with people, most of them girls, and Y/N tried to remove the pressure in her chest by dancing with the blonde, who was her new friend.

She was dancing to a Katy Perry song and feeling good on her skin for the first time in the middle of a crowd, until she felt a hand grab her wrist and drag her to a secluded area of ​​the huge room.

She let out a relaxed sigh when she saw that it was Liam, and he leaned her against the wall and kissed her.

It was a messy kiss and she could feel the taste of beer in his tongue, he pressed her against his body and lowered his lips to her neck, biting into the flesh and making her moan in pain.

His hands slid down her back and down to her arse, where he squeezed the flesh and that was where Y/N began to feel short of breath.

So much physical contact made her nervous, she wasn't used to this; her parents didn't hug her when she was little, they barely noticed her, and so much contact with another person suffocated her.

"Let's go to my room, babe." He murmurs against her neck, kissing her up and biting her earlobe. "Let me have you."

"No, no– Li, stop, stop." She began to stir in his arms. "Stop, Liam!"

His body was pushed by her hands. "For fuck's sake, Y/N! we've been dating for almost half a year and you won't let me touch you!" he shouts. "You dress like a whore, practically begging me to fuck you but then you show me away! I'm fucking tired of this, get over your fucking trauma already, Jesus fucking Christ."

Y/N gapes at him, tears threatening to fall from her eyes and feels everything inside her twist at hearing him and everything he said. He was right, she was a goddamn mess and now she couldn't even take responsibility for her actions because he was furious, and it scared her to the point of trembling.

"Go, Y/N. I don't wanna see your bloody face right now." He exclaimed, the words dragging thanks to the alcohol in his system.

"I– I don't know how to get back home." Between stutters, she answered.

Liam gave her an indifferent look, and that was enough to send her striding out of the hotel room. No one seemed to have noticed the screams or the tears sliding down her skin, and she bumped into someone who spilled something on her shirt.

"Y/N?" She heard once reached the hallway, where she thought she'd be alone if not for Harry standing in front of her, looking at her with a worried face. "Y/N, what happened?"

It was embarrassing, how she burst into tears once her eyes made contact with his, and he pulled her to his chest, letting her release everything she was holding.

She stained his dark blue shirt with her tears until she pulled away, looking at him.

He cupped her cheeks, caressing the skin and wiping away the tears that kept falling. "Oh, love." his heart ached at the sight of her red eyes. "Can I take you to my room?"

The fact that he's asking her and not forcing like Liam a few minutes ago made her cry harder, nodding her head.

Guided by his hand in her, Y/N entered the room calmer now, and sighed when Harry let go of her hand. "Want water, anything?"

"No, no, thank you though."

She took the audacity to walk around the place, smiling a little and forgetting what she suffered when she saw how everything shouted Harry. His clothes, his scent, magazines, records lying on the floor, it was all so him.

"Here." He reappeared, this time with a shirt in his hand.

With a small "thank you." she went into the bathroom where she got rid of her wet garment and put on Harry's, feeling her belly flutter at the scent of him.

when she came out, they walked to the balcony where they sat on individual chairs; she, putting her legs against her chest and looking up at the sky, thinking how sparkling the night was just like the first time she met him. He, cross-legged, looking at her without even taking the time to look at the stars, because he was sure that nothing compared to her.

His shirt fit her perfectly, and he looked at her side, wishing he saw this view everyday, every night.

"Sorry for scaring you out there," she started, avoiding his gaze. "Liam and I had a fight, that was all."

"You don't have to be sorry for everything, y'know?" Now she looked at him. "I'm just saying."

A laugh under her breath escaped her. "I'm just used to it, I guess."

Harry smiled tight-lipped, admiring her. She didn't deserve to be asked what happened, she didn't deserve to reopen her wound, so he looked for another topic to talk, with a deja vu inside his mind.

"You look like you enjoyed the show." He said, crossing his arms with a smirk on his face. "Dancing around and all that– yeh really knew all the words."

"Ohhh, shut up." Y/N covered her face in embarrassment.

"I thought you didn't knew our songs?"

"That was before meeting you."

They look at each other, mischief flashing in their eyes, and he resists the urge to bite his lower lip at the sound of her messing around with him. "Ah, yeah?"

"Mhm, now I'm a full fan." She says with a smile, resting her cheek on her knee and looking at Harry in a way that made him clench the wood of the seat's armrests.

"If you're a full fan then I suppose yeh know that the name was my idea?" He said, cheeky.

The atmosphere had changed, and both of them could feel it, hear it in the silence, crave it.

Y/N looked at him in surprise. "You? Liam told me it was him."

"Of course it was me– Liam? yeah, sure." Indignation sits in his mouth as he replies.

Y/N liked how he referred to everything he did including the boys, knowing they're a band. Liam would only talk about him, not even naming the voices or the other boys, as if they were just his friends and he was the leader of the band.

"They put it together by putting me as their leader in the first place." He would always say, and she suspected it wasn't the truth.

They laughed until a comfortable silence covered them, and they both looked at each other with small smiles to later look through the balcony at the passing cars, preferring this sound than that of the after party.

"This is nice." She says with her gaze to the sky. "To have a friend, I mean."

The pang in his chest was present once more, but he nodded happily that at least he was already considered a friend by her. "Yeah, it was nice to meet you too. Liam's lucky to have you, Y/N."

She didn't reply, just turned her head and stared at him.

Was he, lucky to have her when she was in here, catching feelings for his best friend when she only saw him twice?

I guess we'll never know.

(...)

Y/N never thought that the first time she'd meet Simon Cowell it would be in a room full of lawyers and experts on the subject.

"You want to what?" She asked, confused, and her boyfriend took her hand.

"I'm sorry about the other night, I didn't mean any of it and I was drunk, baby." He sounds desperate, his mahogany eyes sunken in sadness. "Please just think about this, it would be just a plus and we can still be together."

"You want our relationship to be embodied in a contract?" with her face contorted in confusion, she said. "and with money involved?"

"We need the world to see Liam as a faithful, loving boy and we don't doubt that he is already, but we're just going to make sure he stays that way, Y/N." Simon speaks, with a cynical smile. "And that's why we need your help, plus, you'll get money out of this, and I heard that you and your mom need it?"

She gasps at the man's audacity to name her mother, but cannot speak because her thoughts are louder.

The money, she could really use it and based on what it said in the contract, it was a lot. But, being in a relationship with Liam, she didn't know if she wanted that, anymore.

She thinks of Harry, that maybe, maybe she's not the only one with these mixed feelings and he feels it too, but if she stays with Liam... but the money... her mom.

She would no longer have to work two jobs to support her studies and her home, she could study and help her mother without worries.

"Okay," Y/N speaks up, sighing defeated. "okay, I'll sing it."

Holding the pen in one hand and the paper in the other, her signature fills in the blank on the contract that said that until 2015, Y/N Y/L/N be in a relationship with Liam Payne.

(...)

If her schoolmates saw that she's now in the same room as Taylor Swift, they would envy her to death.

Well, Taylor Swift and One Direction, but who's counting?

Y/N sings along to the band's songs and dances, not expecting the blonde to stand next to her and shout over the music. "Hi! I'm Taylor."

She looks at her, unable to believe that she's talking to her. "I'm Y/N!"

"You're Liam's girlfriend, right?" she speaks more calmly now that the song has stopped and the boys are talking to the public. "Harry told me a lot about you, it's really nice to finally meet you."

They both smiled and she couldn't avoid the questions she wanted to ask, but she just looked at her, Taylor looked beautiful, with her bangs that she'd recently cut and her red painted lips.

How could people hate her when she was so nice?

"Could say the same, I love your songs!" Y/N confessed, and the conversation built from there.

There was no after party that night, but everyone stayed in Harry's room, and she sensed a close friendship between him and Taylor. They talked about Friends and a lot of things they had in common, and it made her feel like she didn't fit in.

"Babe, you're okay?" Zayn asked her with a shy smile and she nodded.

Liam didn't ask her anything, he just left a kiss on her cheek and kept talking to Louis, not caring about his girlfriend's state.

Her gaze stayed on the pair, Taylor saw and smiled at her, it was impossible to dislike her, but jealousy was slowly building in the pit of her stomach.

Y/N had to start forgetting about Harry and focus on her true love. She couldn't continue living in that fantasy in which he confessed to her that he was also in love with her and they ended up together, this isn't a fairytale.

"I think I'll get going, everyone." With a sigh, she got up from the ground, and the boys started booing.

"Nooo, stay, c'mon!" Niall said, pointing her with a beer bottle.

"Sorry, Ni. It's late and my mom needs me." A sad smile spread across her face.

Liam took her hand and stood up. "Text me when you get there, okay?" and he kissed her.

Louis, Zayn and Niall made annoying noises, and further away was Harry who was watching everything with his jaw clenched, knowing that Taylor was seeing him perfectly.

He could feel Y/N's discomfort from miles away, and she broke away from the kiss after a few seconds, smiling and pretending everything was fine, but he knew it wasn't.

"Bye, you idiots." She told the boys, then turned to see Swift. "Bye Taylor, hope to see you again soon."

The women shared a smile. "Same thing!"

Unable to take his eyes off her, Styles was only forced to let her go when she'd already left the room. They all continued the conversation, but he knew something was wrong with her, and when he turned to look at Taylor, he met her blue gaze already on him, and he understood.

She knew.

(...)

It's almost an hour later when Y/N arrives home thanks to the boys' private driver.

The house's silent, empty, and she assumes that her mother's in the Alcoholics Anonymous center that she's been able to pay thanks to the money she began to earn because of to the contract.

She exhales calmly, it feels good to be alone, but not when your thoughts bother you.

Memories of Harry invade her mind once again, and she can't help but wonder if he and Taylor were perhaps something more. It's stupid, and she has to start forgetting about him, it's just... if she'd only seen him coming.

Now, she'll never be the same and neither would her relationship with Liam. There's no going back, she'll be with him for years, regardless of the fact that now her heart, body and soul have another name. And Harry's gonna be happy without her, cause she knows that she's the one who misunderstood everything, the one who isn't used to affection and who gets carried away when someone gives her a small portion of it.

A fool, that's what she is.

She doesn't even have time to change when the doorbell makes her jump in place, and she assumes it's her mom who often forgets her keys so she walks to the door and opens it without second thoughts.

"Mom, hi– Harry?"

They both look at each other for a few seconds, and the look in Harry's eyes is something she's never seen before; despair shines over the forest green and the moonlight.

"H, what happened? you're okay?" She asks, with a hand on her chest to calm her shock.

"You're m'best friend." He says, still looking at her. "You might think it's weird because we met a few months ago but I– I can't help it, Y/N."

The wood of the door is clenched in her hand because of the nerves, could it be that?

Harry swallows the lump in his throat so he can continue speaking. "I don't know how to say this, shit." He passed a hand over his face in stress.

"Harry, just say it." She responded desperately, wanting what came out of his mouth to be the words she most wanted to hear.

"I'm in love," He blurted out, his eyes watering and his brow furrowed. "with you."

Y/N could swear that time stopped, that the ambient sound became null and the only thing that her senses could capture were the words that came out of his mouth in a whisper. She felt her body go slack, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she couldn't believe he felt it too.

"And I know it's wrong but I can't help it, Y/N, I've tried but you're all I can think about." He sobs, looking down before looking back at her. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who feels like this, I know y'can feel it too, please–"

Her chest rises and falls furtively from her heavy breathing, and she can't believe what she's about to do, but without further ado, she grabs his shirt and pulls him to her, kissing him.

It's messy, with their tears of realization cutting the sweet taste from their mouths. It's the best they've ever been lucky enough to have, and Y/N understands that's how it feels to kiss a person you're meant to kiss.

"What about Taylor?" She asks against his lips, eyes closed and inhaling the Tom Ford fragrance wafting from his neck.

"PR Stunt." He answers, running his hands down her back. "What about Liam?"

"We'll figure it out."

They lose track of time when he runs a hand down the back of her neck and moves her mouth his way, smiling mid-kiss. He feels like his heart's gonna escape from his chest, and the last thing he cares about right now is his best friend.

Y/N moves them back, entering the house and closing the door to pin Harry against it, making him mutter against her lips. "Eager?"

"Shut up." She responds, kissing him again.

Her boldness is something she isn't used to, not knowing what's wrong with her that makes her want to be on top of him all the time. She keeps kissing him, inhaling through her nose so she doesn't run out of air.

This was wrong, but at the same time, they felt like there was nothing more right.

She remembers everytime Liam wanted to take it further and she didn't feel the slightest desire, now it's different, she wants Harry in anyway, even if it's kissing for hours until the daylight.

At one point, he puts his hands on her waist to pull away slightly, and looks into her eyes. He's agitated, his mouth red and swollen, his cheeks flushed.

"Slow down, we have time for everything." he says, voice hoarse. "Tell me what you want."

"You." She's quick to respond, longing to feel his lips on hers again. "I want you, please."

He has to suppress the growl that wants to escape from his throat at hearing her. He has to do it right, for her.

"Okay, okay, let's just kiss for now, okay?" He says, stroking her cheeks, biting his lip at the twinkle in her eyes. "why don't we go to the sofa, mhm?"

"No, no– It's all cracked, let's go to m'room." Y/N looks down in embarrassment and takes his hand to guide him, but he stops her and yanks her around.

"Y/N, you don't have to be ashamed around me, never."

She thinks of all those times Liam avoided coming to her home because he disliked her environment.

With a little smile, she dares to leave a small kiss on his lower lip. "Let's go."

Her room is her little safe place, the only thing in her house she's proud of, and when she sees Harry sitting on her bed, it makes her chest feel inexplicably good, and her belly feel fuzzy.

"Cute." He said, looking around. "C'mere, will you?"

Y/N sits next to him and they kiss again, until she ends up in his lap without realizing it, with her hands on the back of his neck, playing with his curls, and his hands on her hips, holding her there.

She can't help but moan into the kiss and feel heated feeling the bulge press against her center, was this what the girls in her class talked about so much? she knew what sex was, of course, but she hadn't experienced something like this yet.

But this was it.

Harry broke away to catch his breath and she took the opportunity to speak, looking into his eyes in the dim light that came from her bedside table, she stroked his mahogany hair. "I wanna do it."

He couldn't help the current of electricity that ran through his body until it reached between his legs at the sight of her; disheveled, mouth parted and swollen, he knew Liam'd never seen her like this, and somehow that made it all the more arousing.

"Baby, we could do this all night long and I'll be the happiest boy on earth, you're not obligated to give me anything, alright?"

She wanted to cry at the sweetness in his words and the nickname, it felt nice when it was Harry saying it, so she only nodded. "But I want to, with you."

Harry sighed, nervous and excited. "Good– okay."

They kissed again and Y/N felt dizzy because of him. Harry gave those kinds of kisses that ate you whole, left you breathless and a mess wanting more.

He carefully turned them over, getting between her legs and kissing her neck. He couldn't help but thrust against her, emanating a moan from her that made him clutch the sheet in his hands.

Fuck, this was it, he was going to take her virginity. He wanted to do it well, perfect, and it seemed that he was achieving it.

His cock was hard against his black skinny jeans, and there was nothing he wanted more than to get rid of them, feeling it spasm everytime she made a sound or he looked at her.

His whole being burned with the need to taste her, feeling the sweat accumulating on his neck from the heat that was beginning to fill the room, never having felt so much desire for someone.

He kept kissing her neck without leaving any marks, sliding his hands down her leggings. "Can I get these off?" he asked, in a low tone.

Y/N's breath hitched, staring at the ceiling falling into reality. The heat in her low belly and the throbbing in her center gave her away, so she answered yes, letting go of her fears and ghosts for once.

She couldn't help her nerves as he put them away, Harry had probably seen a lot of naked girls, and this surely didn't surprise him at all. She felt the need to cover herself, until his lips on the skin of her thighs distracted her.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, looking down at him, meeting his eyes.

The sight was enough to make her shudder.

"Gotta get you ready." He answered, his voice almost desperate. "Just wanna make yeh feel good, love, would you let me?"

A moan wanted to escape from her throat at the sight of his face contorted with desire and longing, and it felt good to know that she was the one doing that to him.

"Yes, Harry– shit." She dropped her head back to the pillow, feeling the kisses rise to rest on her covered clit, where he left a wet kiss.

The new sensation made the wetness gather even more in her hole and she lifted her hips in search of something else, making him laugh. "Keep your hips like that, yes, good girl."

With the nickname doing its work, Y/N listened to him, keeping them in the air and she understood why when he slid her panties off her. Now, the atmosphere crashed against her, and made her whimper.

"H, please– ah, fuck!"

Harry took the first lick all over her cavity, crying out as the taste of it landed on his tongue, knowing his cock was already leaking. "You taste so fucking good."

He lashed out again, moaning against her and moving his head from side to side to create friction, and Y/N felt like she'd pass out right then and there. She didn't believe the pleasure was this strong, and noises leaked out as she clung to his hair for life.

His eyes rolled back, it was the best he'd ever tasted, and he would make sure it was that way forever.

He looked up, seeing her arched back and wishing the shirt wasn't there, so he tugged at it and she got the message, taking it off in a second.

Shit, if he thought she was perfect it was because he hadn't seen her whole yet, this was an angel, with erect nipples he longed to lick, Y/N was just what he'd always wanted.

He pulled his mouth back an inch to speak, looking at her. "Tell me if it's too much." He licked his middle finger before he pushed it inside her.

Her mouth opened in a perfect 'O' at the new sensation, and little whimpers came from her as Harry began to move it, brushing that spongy spot. "Yes, you're so good, taking it like the best girl, love."

The praise only made her more aroused, and the built up pressure was ready to release but she tried to hold on a little longer, especially when he licked again, sucking on her clit.

"You look so pretty, shit–" Harry said, watching his finger go in and out covered in her wetness, and decided to stick the second one in.

Y/N continued to moan at the new tightness, and felt complete with both fingers, feeling her orgasm draw closer as he began to thrust them into her.

He moaned against her, sucking her wetness and grinding his hips against the bed for some relief. "I bet he doesn't even know you this way, mhm? all naked and looking like a perfect mess just for him?"

She shook her head, unable to find the words, and removed her hands from his hair to tighten the sheets. "H, I'm– I'm gonna– I don't know what..."

"You're gonna cum, baby," He responded, watching her as his fingers moved inside her and his thumb played with her clit. "and I want you to do it all over m'face, could you do that for me, aye?"

With a small cry as she felt his tongue replace his fingers, Y/N arched her back and nodded, overwhelmed by the pleasure and wrapping his legs around Harry's shoulders. "Fuck!"

Her orgasm flooded his tongue, who tasted it with pleasure and continued to caress her bundle of nerves, Y/N she kept crying out st her first orgasm, feeling how her toes curled and the knot in her stomach unraveled.

He kept licking, reaching the insides of her thighs where he left kisses until she sat up in bed, connecting her gaze with his, which he understood instantly.

They leaned closer and kissed again, Y/N moaning at the taste of her in her mouth and she tugged at Harry's shirt, causing him to break away to throw it across the room.

He looked at his torso and inhaled agitatedly; she'd never seen him like this, the tattoos that decorated his body were perfect, just like him, and she raised a hand to caress his swallows.

Harry ran his hands up her back to lay her back on the bed, him fully on top of her now, and trailed his kisses down her collarbone to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth.

He licked it and with his other hand he gently squeezed the other, feeling his cock throb as he heard her moan. He needed to get his pants off of him, and now.

"Wait." He whispered, and stood at the side of the bed to quickly pull them off, nearly falling over and making her giggle. "Yeah, you keep laughing."

He looked at her from where he was standing and felt his heart about to jump out of his chest. Y/N looked at him with sparkling eyes, naked and looking like everything he ever wanted.

"Fuck you're gorgeous." He said, before pulling down his boxers.

She looked him up and down, feeling herself starting to get wet again after her orgasm. "Yeah? Why don't you show me?"

He laughed, repositioning himself between her legs and coming face to face with her. "Getting bold?"

"When I'm tired of waiting, yes." With a smile she answered, feeling confident knowing that Harry wanted her just as she wanted him.

She looked down, licking her lips at the sight of his dripping tip and felt the need to touch it, so she lowered her hand slowly and wrapped his shaft around her fist, making him groan.

"Fuck, Y/N, keep going– just like that." He stuttered, hiding his face in her neck where he left kisses.

She kept moving her hand up and down, occasionally collecting the moisture that came off the tip to make it easier, and felt her arousal drip onto the sheets.

After a few minutes, Harry stopped her. "I'm gonna cum if we don't stop, and I really wanna be inside you."

She felt excitement build in her stomach, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to imprison him, but he suddenly squeezed his eyes shut as if he'd remembered something.

"I... I don't have any condoms, I didn't think it would end this way." He confesses, embarrassed, and they both laugh.

"Don't worry, I'll take the morning after pill." Wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer, she leaves a kiss on his cheek, making him melt. "Just do it, H."

"Okay, tell me if it hurts."

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. It felt weird, after being afraid of physical contact for years, he would come and make her want to feel his touch all the time. She was always afraid to trust, but for the first time, she decided to live in the present, and not alone.

Thanks to her first orgasm, the tip of his member didn't hurt so much, but it definitely felt uncomfortable at first, although, thanks to his kisses on her body that kept her busy, it wasn't so bad.

He let out a ragged breath when he managed to get it all in, and dropped his head to her chest. "You're– you're so tight."

Y/N didn't say anything, just waited for the burning to subside until she didn't feel bad anymore, so she says. "Move, please."

Harry composes himself, adjusting his posture and beginning to slowly thrust into her, gritting his teeth against the wetness and heat that her walls gave him. It was too much.

He speeds up his movements until he finds a good pace, and his airplane necklace (...) moves against Y/N's face, who moans and watches it move.

Seeing the look on her face, he took off the accessory with one hand, and put it on her neck. "Take care of that fo' me, okay?"

She nods, too busy feeling good to respond, she moans, clutching at Styles' shoulders as he thrusts deep and slow.

"Feels nice, right?" he says, cocky. "Bet Liam wouldn't like this, but don't worry, he doesn't have to know."

Y/N doesn't know why the talk turns her on so much, but it does, and she squeezes around his cock, making him groan.

"I'll be good for you, I promise." He promises, before kissing her. "Even if it means hiding, it doesn't matter if I have you, Y/N."

"Harry." She whimpers as he hits her weak spot.

He grabs her hips, thrusting harder yet careful, feeling her arousal paint all over his cock and he looks down, admiring the view.

He feels his climax on the tip of his tongue, so he licks his thumb and slides it between their bodies to play with her clit, making her noises grow even louder.

Y/N didn't think about anything, didn't think about her mom, about Liam, about the problems, about nothing. All her senses could take in was Harry, Harry, Harry, and she wished it could always be this way.

She feels that intoxicating sensation again. "I'm– I'm gonna cum."

"Good, me too." Harry replies, pulling his cock out to the tip only to push it back in, tilting his head back in pleasure.

He keeps stroking her clit until he feels a sudden wetness and Y/N's walls tighten even more, indicating she'd cum, and he follows her with a glutural moan, falling on her chest.

They're both silent for a minute, their heavy breathing the only thing audible in the room. Y/N strokes his hair as she thinks about everything that just happened, she had her first time with someone other than her boyfriend, with her boyfriend's best friend...

She was a cheater, for god's sake.

Harry hears her heart race and feels her shift uncomfortably, so he settles down to get a better look at her. "Hey, you're okay?" he asks, caressing her cheek.

"If Liam finds out… fuck, Harry." tears sting her eyes, but he's quick to shush her, stroking his thumb over her skin.

"You want me?"

Y/N frowned. "Of course I do, thought that was clear."

"Then you have nothing to worry about, we'll fix it later, now…" He slid off her, making her sigh at the friction. "I wanna take a bath with m'girl."

She felt blood rise to her cheeks at the nickname and let him carry her to the bathroom.

His girl, no one else.

(...)

"You look ravishing lately, what is it?"

Liam's voice makes her jump in place, tearing her gaze away from the window to see her… “boyfriend” driving.

She smiles, remembering yesterday when she was at Harry's and they made breakfast together, her wearing his shirt while they danced and ate burnt toast but according to him it was exquisite "because she had made it."

Payne was right, for two weeks she's been happier than ever, and it's thanks to someone other than him.

She doesn't answer, too busy daydreaming until he says. "Y/N, look up for a second."

She does, raising her head until her neck is in full view, and he takes his eyes off the road for a second to stare at her and the chain on her neck reflected by the sunlight.

"When did you get that necklace?"

This time, she does look at him, completely stunned and scared, although he doesn't look angry, but genuinely curious.

And that's when Y/N realized that lie to Liam was really, really easy.

"Oh," She looks down, fiddling with the chain. "A friend gave it to me."

A friend– who was waiting for her at home.

"It's nice." Liam answered truthfully, once again focusing solely on the road. "It looks like one Harry used to wear."

She laughed, looking out the window, feeling the wind crash into her face and neck. Y/N looked at him again, shrugging and smiling innocently before saying:

"Really? I hadn't realized, his neck isn't a place I look often."

He just hummed without looking at her, not suspecting what she really meant and not knowing that since the day Y/N met Harry, he ceased to be important to her.

Yes, she had someone waiting on her, but she was also in love with someone else, and for love there was nothing written, right?

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The Kindling from a Kiss

ONE SHOT

Summary: An annual overnight camping trip and a game of 'truth or dare' ignites something new in these best friends Harry and YN. Well, at least for one of them. Will it create a hot new relationship, or will it cause their friendship to go up in smoke?

A/N: I have wanted to write this for such a long time, and after cuddling under a blanket a few days back, I decided that now is the right time. I'm so ready for Fall weather.

Ps. You can picture Harry however you want, there's no specific 'Harry era' for this, I just like how this photo fit the vibe.

>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: explicit language, alcohol consumption, and the tiniest suggestion of sexual activities

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"You have to come. We do this every year."

"Exactly. I'll catch the next one." Harry chuckles, his eyes fixated on the page in front of him as he lays sprawled across his sofa, his long legs hanging over the armrest.

"Don't be a party pooper, H. You're coming. You'll have a good time! I promise!"

"Nah." He smirks, gaze not moving from the words displayed on the book in his hands.

You make your way to the front of the sofa, kneeling down next to him and bringing your clasped hands up to your face, pushing your lips out into a pout.

"Please?" You whine. "You wouldn't ditch your best friend, would you?"

His enchanting green eyes finally shift, resting momentarily on the pout of your lips, before quickly shifting up to meet your pleading gaze.

He chuckles as he sees the desperation in your eyes.

"Alright." He sighs, closing the book and pulling his legs around to sit up. "I'll go."

"Thank you." You jump up, grabbing his face in your hands and planting a quick kiss on his forehead. "I was worried I'd have to do some serious begging."

He bites his lower lip as he sits up straighter, throwing his arms behind his head as he leans back on the sofa.

"Damn, I caved too easily. I could've got, like, something really good outta this!"

Your jaw drops and you bring your palm up to swat his arm.

"Go pack a bag, you little shit. I wanna leave in twenty."

~~~~~

With your arms crossed in front of your chest, you stare at the ground and let out a frustrated growl.

"I can't believe my tent has a huge hole in it!"

"That's too bad, love." Harry replies, settling the last stake of his own into the ground and stepping back to view his handy work. "Guess you're sleeping outside."

"You're joking, right?" You reply, pressing your hands onto your hips. "You're not gonna offer to let me stay in yours?"

"What if I'm tryna get lucky tonight?" He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

"That's not fair, you didn't even want to come!" You pout. "I persuaded you."

"That's true… you're very persuasive." He brought an index finger and thumb up to his bottom lip, as if to contemplate the choices he has. "Alright, we can share. But be warned, it's a small tent, and I like to cuddle."

"Yeah. Unfortunately I'm well aware of that."

~~~~~

"Julie, there's like twenty extra people here!" You look around at the nearby campsites and take in the amount of people who have joined your trip this year.

It started out, a few years ago, with your group of six- Julie, Flynn and his brother Justin, Avery, you, and Harry. You've all been friends since the beginning of high school, and during the summer after your Junior year, you all decided to go camp at the lake for a weekend.

Since then, now a few years into college, you've always made sure to attend this annual trip, but the size of the group seems to grow each time. A few others come back again, but your group of six has always stayed the foundation.

"Getting bored of us?" You chuckle, bumping her side with your elbow.

"Definitely." She smirks. "You're all so vanilla, and I need a little drama."

You roll your eyes. "Well… fingers crossed for you I guess…?"

"Thanks, doll." She laughs. "And my fingers are crossed for you!"

"For what?"

"That you get a bit of something too…" She winks, nudging you back before walking over to say hi to a few new people whom you haven't met.

You turn around to see some familiar faces, when you're met with the most familiar one of them all, popping out beside you.

"Shit!" You yelp, clutching your chest as your adrenaline has peaked.

Harry lets out a huge laugh. "A bit jumpy?"

"I just didn't know who it was." You swat his arm.

"Hmm. Yeah, lots of newcomers." He replies, scanning the faces of the nearby clusters of people. "Don't think I know most of 'em."

"See? That's why I begged you to come."

"So you like me 'round for ya?"

"You're alright." You stick your tongue out between your teeth as you reach up and grab his beanie, placing it on your own head as you nonchalantly walk away.

"Excuse me!" He exclaims, catching up to you and wrapping his strong, tattooed arms around shoulders, creating a hold so that you are unable to lift them. "Who do you think you are?"

He spins you around with a sarcastic smile on his face. You spread the cheesiest smile across yours and bat your lashes. "I'm your best friend, and my head is cold…"

"Aww, look how cute you look… how could I say no?" He smirks. "Oh, like this. No!"

You let out a huge laugh as he swipes his hand over the top of your head, grabbing the beanie back and securing it on top of the curly brown mop on top of his head.

"Damn you."

"Thief." He smirks again, showcasing those canyon-like dimples that everyone seems to fall in love with. "I'll get you one for Christmas or something, geez."

"Did it look decent though?"

"It actually did look good on ya." He chuckles. "But no one gets to wear this beauty. It's mine."

~~~~~

As you sit on a bench around a campfire with your friends, with the warmth of the fire comforting you, you feel the pressure of a finger stroke down your cheek.

"What the hell did you just put on my face?" You scold, turning to the right of you to see Harry's mischievous grin.

"I wouldn't do something like that." He chuckles. "On an unrelated note, you have Nutella on your cheek."

You run your index over the smudge, bringing it to your lips and slowly sucking the contents off of your finger.

"Bloody hell, YNN. How do you not have a boyfriend?" He laughs. "Because that looked… delicious, and I don't mean the Nutella."

"Wasted skills." You shake your head.

"Shame."

"It really is." You reply, scooping out some chocolate sauce from the jar onto your own index finger. You bring it up just enough to hover in front of your lips before shooting your hand over and wiping it all the way down his face.

"I hate you." He chuckles.

"Bullshit." You laugh, grabbing a graham cracker and bursting into a laugh as you use it to scrape the chocolate off of him.

"Yeah. I hate you."

"Really? Who watches 'The Notebook' with you? Who comes over on a Saturday morning and makes the best blueberry pancakes you've ever had? Who is cleaning the chocolate off your face with a graham cracker right now?"

"Who put the chocolate there in the first place?" He glares, letting a subtle smirk shine through.

"Hmm. Good point. Can't believe you haven't cut me out already." You reply, sticking your tongue out at him.

"Nah. I'll keep ya 'round. You seem to be useful." He grabs another graham cracker, scraping the rest of the Nutella off your own face, placing the marshmallow he was roasting on top, and taking a huge bite of his creation.

"Hmm… there's a new flavor to this one… it taste a lot like… sass." He winks.

You do the same with the graham cracker you have in your own hand. "And this one tastes like… idiot."

"Must taste delicious."

"Idiot. Yeah, it definitely tastes like idiot."

"But I'm your idiot!"

"I don't know if I wanna claim that." You giggle.

"Too bad. I know too much about you for you to let me go. You're stuck with me."

~~~~~

After s'mores are devoured, Flynn leaves the group to hang out with a few of the guys he invited, but the remaining five of you stick around to chat. You're still sitting on the bench with Harry, your legs crossed over his lap as you all talk about the college classes you like and the teachers you hate.

You look up when you hear some footsteps approaching, and see a vaguely familiar figure walking up to the bench across from you.

"Hi guys!" She exclaims, immediately darting her eyes over to the guy whose lap is stationary under your thighs.

"Hello, Sabrina." He replies, as everyone else gives her small, unacknowledged waves.

Oh yes, Sabrina. Not your favorite guest on this trip to be honest. If you think Harry is a flirt, this girl is at least double that. And she definitely isn't subtle about it. She joined the trip two years ago, by an invite from a friend of Flynn's, and she wasted no time throwing herself at Harry. He flirted back a little, like he does with everyone apparently, and she took that as a sign to ramp up her attempts to hook up with him. It was a bit irritating to say the least, and you cringed every time you watched it. The next year, which was last year, was no different. Her attempts were constant throughout the entire weekend, annoying as ever to yourself, but he didn't seem to mind. So it did puzzle you to why he has never seemed to fully act on her advances.

"What are you all up to?" She asks, eyes still focused on Harry.

"Just hanging out." Julie replies.

"Fun… I guess…" She shrugs, sitting on the bench she had walked up to.

"Do you have something better in mind?" Justin asks.

"How about a little game?"

~~~~~

"Okay, Sabrina, it's your turn. Truth or dare?"

"Dare." She smirks, quickly flickering her gaze to Harry yet again.

Julie faces Avery, and the two of them lean to each other and whisper, giggling as they seemingly make a plan. They look at Sabrina, then Harry. You figure as much, since she's been trying to grab his attention any chance she can get, and that eat that shit up.

You watch Avery cover her mouth as she whispers some more and you swear her gaze quickly shoots over to yours while she nods, before it snaps back to Sabrina.

"I dare you to kiss Harry, and then rate the kiss."

"Bloody hell, are we twelve?" Harry asks, rolling his eyes, but turning them to Sabrina and giving her a small, closed-lip smile.

"Just do it."

"I guess… rules are rules…" He shrugs, tapping your thighs for you to move them as Sabrina walks around the fire. He gives you a quick glance, his eyes wide, as he exhales heavily. When she arrives she grabs his face and puckers her lips as she leans down for the kiss. He holds her upper arms and stretches his head up to close the gap, placing his lips against hers.

She giggles against him, and you roll your eyes when you hear the popping sound of them releasing their kiss.

It was a small, quick kiss, but everyone whoops and hollers as she walks back around the fire and sits down, a huge grin on her face.

"So?" Harry asks

"I'd say a solid eight." She shrugs.

"What? An eight?" He frowns, crossing his arms around his chest.

"Well…" she smirks, biting her lip. "I didn't have much time to assess it."

"Oh my god." You mumble under your breath, and out of the corner of your eye you see Harry's eyes snap over to you, then swiftly returns back to hers.

"Fair enough." He chuckles.

"Okay." Avery claps her hands together once. "It's YN's turn."

You sigh, picking at your nails. You once again notice that Avery and Julie are whispering to each other, and your stomach starts to twist around. You usually aren't afraid of this game, you always pick 'dare' and rise to the occasion, but something about the way they've been whispering is making you nervous.

"Okay, YN." Avery states. "Truth or dare?"

"You know I'm gonna pick dare…"

"Oh I know." She smiles. "You… have to kiss Justin."

"Wow." You shake your head.

"Hold on!" She puts up her finger. "You have to kiss Justin… and then you have to kiss Harry, and then… rate them both."

"Oh, what the fuck!?" You exclaim. "Can you not think of any better dares than this? Seriously, how old are we?"

"Quit stalling, YN."

You growl, twisting on the bench to your left to see Justin's smile.

"Ready when you are."

You let out a laugh. "Okay then."

You lean closer and your palms grab his shoulders, feeling one of his hands lean against the bench as the other holds your back. Your mouth touches his, and you both begin to giggle, but try to keep your composure. He's been your friend for so long, of course this is comical. You pull away after a few more seconds, and pull your lips inward to stop from laughing.

One the other side of you, Harry's thigh grazes against yours as he adjusts his position, and you hear him clear his throat.

"Shit. If you hadn't been drinking beer…" Your mouth pulls across your face in an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry Justin. It was, like, a seven. It was surprisingly good. I just hate the beer you were drinking."

"Damn it!" He laughs. "That's fine. I can accept that. Although 'surprisingly good' is a little hurtful."

"I'm sorry, bud."

He gives you a small pout, but then a wink. "Maybe one day I'll earn a higher rating."

Harry's thigh grazes yours again, and you turn to your right to see his own smile.

"Let's get this over with, love." He chuckles.

"Yeah that's what a girl wants to hear before she gets kissed."

"Just do it already!" Julie shouts.

You turn to her and growl, then quickly turn back to Harry. As soon as your face is fully in front of him, his hands reach up to your cheeks and he pulls you closer. The sudden motion causes your palm to drop down and rest on his thigh, feeling a subtle smile form against your mouth. Your lips begin to part, your intention being to pull away and come up with some witty remark, but you feel the tip of his tongue push through ever so slightly, enough for you to notice, but not enough for everyone else to.

Your body ignites with a fiery sensation, as a fluttering appears in your stomach. Warmth covers you completely, and you start to feel your body melt. Without hesitation, your free hand reaches up and rests on the back of his neck as you unintentionally deepen the kiss.

It was quick, you think, but it felt like it lasted forever for you. He pulls away, keeping his face close to yours, and stares into your eyes.

"So?" He mumbles.

You stare back into his glistening green eyes, but remember where you are, why you just did that, and who is watching you, so you quickly pull back further, causing his hands to drop and you both to sit up straighter.

"It… it was… I hate this game..." You clear your throat. "I guess I'd rate it as a nine."

In your peripheral vision, Sabrina frowns, subtly crossing her arms around her waist.

"Hey! Harry was drinking beer too!" Justin exclaims, followed by another sarcastic pout.

"Yeah, but now he has gum in his mouth. It was… it was a minty fresh kiss." You shrug.

You hear Harry chuckle, but a blush suddenly rushes to your cheeks, and you refuse to look over to him.

"The magic of Trident, my friend." Harry replies, pulling a piece out of his pocket and reaching past your body to hand it to Justin.

"Two whole points, geez." Justin laughs, popping it into his mouth.

"Okay, okay, okay… It's your turn Justin." Sabrina grumbles.

Your lips purse as you exhale deeply, and your gaze drops to the ground.

"You alright there?" Harry utters, gently bumping his shoulder against yours.

"Mhmm." You nod. "That was just…"

"Amazing?" He chuckles quietly.

"I was gonna say weird." You reply.

"Harsh."

"Okay, not weird. Different." You shrug, your gaze still fixated on the ground beneath your feet.

You've kissed a few times before. Twice when you were both wasted, both times were as a joke and completely platonic. And there was only one other time, when you two were squabbling, and he did it to shut you up. But it's never been like this. This one felt different, like you said. Really different. It felt like there was something else to it. At least, it did for you. The kiss with Justin definitely didn't feel like that, and it really has nothing to do with the beer or the gum. Why do you feel flustered? What made this kiss, this kiss with Harry, feel so different than any other time… or with anyone else?

"I'll take different, over weird, I s'pose." He finally replies, breaking up your sudden and confusing thoughts. "At least I scored higher than beer breath sugar lips over there."

He points past you and you turn to see Justin shove as many marshmallows as he can into his mouth. Seems like a tame dare, except that he despises them. You let out a huge laugh, bracing yourself on the bench with the palm of your hand. You instantly feel another wave of tingles course through your veins as the warmth of Harry's hand barely touches yours. You slowly turn back towards him.

He quickly senses your gaze, and looks over to you, pulling his lips inward as his eyes search your plain expression.

You flash him a small smile, and you see his shoulders relax. But you're not sure if his casual demeanor is comforting or worrisome to you. You're glad he doesn't feel awkward, but frustrated that you do, and that you can't figure out why.

"I'm gonna get a drink." You mutter. "Want one?"

"Yeah." He replies, looking back to you, and presenting a wide smirk that showcases that naughty, deep left dimple. "I've got some gum left, so I'm alright to have another beer."

You roll your eyes and swiftly turn around as you feel another rush of red ignite your cheeks. You try to shake it off and reach into the cooler.

Maybe you shouldn't drink anymore. You are reacting so oddly and you don't want that to show through any more than it probably already does.

You suddenly feel a warm presence behind you and turn around to come face to face with Harry.

"Shit!" You exclaim, letting out a breath as you try to calm the heart beats that shot up at the surprise. "Stop doing that!"

"Sorry." He chuckles, slowly grabbing one of the beers out of your hand. "M'just thirsty and you're dawdling." He adds, flickering his gaze down to your lips for a split second.

"Oops." You manage to quietly reply, gulping down the lump that has formed in your throat.

He lifts the beer to his lips, resting them on the opening of the bottle, and you detect a small smile before he takes his first sip.

"Thanks." He states, raising the beer to cheers with yours, turning around and walking back towards the bench that you both previously occupied.

He stops a few feet away from you, and spins around, a furrow in his brow as he takes another sip of his beer.

"Are you sure you're alright? Y'kinda acting weird." He pauses. "Or… different, I guess I should say."

"Yeah." You state, trying to add a little enthusiasm in your tone to convince him. "I'm good.

"If you feel sick or something, spew outside, far away from the tent, yeah?"

Your expression turns into a glare. "Keep talking shit and if I need to I'll do it right on your pillow."

"Wow. You're just such a good friend." He states, a semi-sarcastic tone with his words.

"I really am." You poke your tongue, but as he reciprocates with a wink, you feel a flutter in your stomach again.

You feel dumb. It's Harry. You shouldn't be getting flustered around Harry. He's your best friend. This is the type of thing that happens when you're around your crush. And Harry isn't your crush.

But maybe that kiss started a crush. And you feel like that's fine. He's attractive, and makes you laugh, and you love spending time with him. An innocent little crush is fine. That's all it is. A crush.

~~~~~

As the original six of you stand at the water's edge, bouncing around on your legs, you hear Justin grumble and you turn to him.

"Tell me again why we have to do this?" He asks, his arms wrapped around his body to keep from shivering.

"It's tradition!" States Avery, with a straightforward tone, as if she shouldn't even have to answer such a question.

"Can't our tradition be something… warmer?" He grumbles again.

"You can't change the tradition, mate. That's the point of a tradition." Harry chuckles, placing his hand on Justin's shoulder.

"Fine. Let's get it over with." He replies, jumping up and down in place as he prepares himself for what's about to happen.

"Okay. On the count of three." Julie proposes. "Ready?"

"No." You growl.

"Now who's being a party pooper?" Harry chuckles, bumping your shoulder, quickly glancing down at your swimsuit and licking his lips. "Admit it, you wanted to see me in my swim shorts."

You roll your eyes, but can't deny that his bare, toned and tattooed chest is a nice sight for your eyes to take in. You feel a shiver run down your spine, and feel like you could blame it on the temperature of the air, but you know that's not really what is to blame.

"This isn't a want, this is a requirement." You look over to the rest of the group. "Can we just get this done?"

"One… two… three!" Julie shouts, and you all sprint into the freezing cold water of the lake.

"Fucking hell!" Harry yelps.

"I hate tradition!" Justin adds.

"Don't be babies, unless you wanna just pay up now..." Avery states, holding her hand out as if she is waiting for something to be placed in it.

Standing chest deep in the water, you laugh as you see everybody's teeth begin to chatter. The rule is that the first person to get out has to shell out one hundred dollars to the last one to stay in. You basically set aside extra money each month just for this trip, and this occasion, but it's always a fun challenge and you are usually one of the last ones to crack.

Harry begins to wade his way over to you and your heart starts to flutter. His wet curly hair and his glistening eyes, under the light of the moon, just add to his beauty. Yes, your best friend is beautiful, that's undeniable, but it's never been something you really focused on. It's also never been something that caused an extreme blush to engulf your cheeks. Not until tonight.

"I'm determined to last longer than you this time." He proclaims, getting closer and closer with each word.

"We'll see about that." You challenge him.

You could definitely win tonight, considering you start to feel warmer inside the closer he gets.

"Are you ready to give up yet?" You laugh.

"What? No!"

"Because I feel fine. Warm, in fact. So this will be an easy win."

"We'll see about that, babe." He replies, a mischievous smirk suddenly appearing, causing your nerves to heighten. "I'll do what I have to."

He stops right in front of you, and you hear him let out a subtle, low chuckle. He reaches around your back, and you let out a gasp, feeling the rush of heat become overpowering in intensity.

But all of a sudden, he pulls his arm back, and you see the wide grin on his face as you feel your swim top begin to float around in front of you.

"Are you kidding me Harry? What the hell?" You yelp, grabbing the piece against your chest to keep yourself decent.

"I'm in it to win it, love! And I figure pestering ya is a good strategy." He shrugs.

"You asshole." You huff, still flustered from the smooth motion of his arm as he untied your top, and suddenly wondering what he would've done it fell off completely. Would he have gotten as flustered as he is making you right now?

"Here… turn around… I'll fix it." He offers.

You feel his fingers run down your shoulders, searching for the undone ties, and you shudder at the touch.

"Getting cold, huh?" He chuckles. "Maybe I shouldn't tie this back up."

His hands linger as he holds both strings, moving close enough that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck.

"I could win this, and maybe get a good view too…"

You hold back a whimper, and feel lucky that the water would hold you up if your knees suddenly went a little weak. You turn your head to the side, getting a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye, unintentionally biting your lower lip.

"Tie it up, you twerp."

"Hey. Can't blame a guy for trying to see a nice pair of-"

"Tie it up, Harry!"

His fingers graze the skin of your back, and you exhale deeply as the heat inside begins to travel up to your heart, but also down between your thighs.

"There." He whispers.

"Thank you." You utter back, and turn around to see that beautiful face again.

"Anytime." He smiles, and your heart races. With your thoughts and sensations swirling inside, you start to find it difficult to catch your breath.

Your eyes travel down to his lips for a moment, and when they move back up to his gaze, a small furrow of his brow is accompanied by a smirk.

Embarrassment floods over you and you wish the lake would just wash you away at this exact moment. You need to pull yourself away from him before you do something stupid and pull yourself in towards him.

"I…" You stutter. "I lose."

"What?" His eyes go wide and his mouth falls slightly.

"I'm taking the loss. I gotta get out." You state, looking past him to the other four in your group. "I'm getting out guys."

All four heads simultaneously snap over to yours, with eyes wide open to match Harry's.

"You're joking!" Flynn exclaims.

"She breaks!" Julie shouts. "Finally!"

"I thought you said you were fine?" Harry questions, with an expression of sarcasm and concern. "What happened?"

"Nothing." You shrug. "I'm just too cold."

"Is it 'cause I untied your top?" He asks. "I'll let ya pull down my shorts to even it out…"

Your heartbeat races as you begin to envision that scene unfold in your mind.

"You're an idiot." You reply. "And you'd likely walk out of the water with them down."

"Well yeah…" He laughs. "Gotta try to make a good impression on someone."

The warmth disappears from your entire body and you feel the color drain from your face. Someone. Not you, someone else.

"Umm… well, you'll have to… initiate that on your own. Sorry." You quickly respond. "I'm gonna go."

"So you're not staying for the show then?" He smirks, and you momentarily get drawn back into his eyes, that smile, and those dimples.

You shut your eyes to focus yourself and clear your throat.

"I'm sure you'll have enough of a crowd, Styles, you don't need me there."

You begin to make your way back to the sand, as the group cheers in their victory, so you turn your head to them.

"No one has won yet…" You scoff, waving them off. You grab your towel, quickly wrapping it around you, and make your way back to the tent to change.

As you get inside and take a moment to yourself, you realize something that you hadn't before. Something that the kiss seems to have sparked for you. You have feelings for your best friend. Not just because of the kiss, but because he is your best friend. Because he knows you, he cares about you, he makes you feel comfortable, and happy. He even makes you feel… loved. Harry makes you feel loved. Yep. You don't just have a crush on Harry, you definitely have feelings for him. And it sucks.

~~~~~

"YN?" You hear outside the tent, from that unmistakable British accent.

"Yeah?"

"Are you decent?" He asks. "I need to change. Kind of freezing out here."

"Yeah. All clear. Come in."

He unzips the tent and pushes his way through. Catching a glimpse of how his shorts are tightly gripping his crotch, you quickly refocus your attention back onto brushing out your hair, and do your best not to stare.

You can't deny you haven't wondered about his anatomy down there, but now is not the time to dwell on that.

"That was fast." You state, keeping your eyes down as he looks for some dry clothes.

"Yeah, well either Flynn was tryna cop a feel or something was swimming 'round my legs." He chuckles.

"I feel like you've used that excuse before, H." You state.

"Hey! M'serious! There is something in that water." He scoffs. "Bloody hell, ya meanie, can I just change now?"

"Yeah, give me one second." You state, moving around to find your phone.

"I've changed in the same room as you before, YN, it's a big deal…"

"Yeah." You begin to blush, feeling that warm sensation building up between your thighs again. "But I wasn't on the same eye level as your dick."

"Shame." He giggles.

"What is wrong with you?" You sarcastically scold.

"What?" He innocently shrugs.

"Why are you such a flirt?" You ask. You normally don't care but it seems to be causing you problems tonight.

"It's fun." He shrugs. "And I know I can get away with it with you, since we're friends."

That sounds like confirmation that he doesn't feel what you feel from that kiss. That he hasn't changed the way that he feels about you.

"Right." You clear your throat, finally finding and grabbing your phone. "Well I'm not gonna stick around for this show either."

"You're not being very fun tonight." His brow furrows.

"Because I don't want to see your ass hanging out?"

"It's a good ass." He smirks. "But, no, you're just being really weird."

"I'm not being weird." You frown.

"You're right. What was it you said?" He frowns back, pulling a shirt over his head. "Different. Yeah? You're acting different."

"I don't know what to tell you, H. I'm fine." You state sternly, unzipping the tent before he removes anymore clothing and you become even more flustered.

"Whatever you say." He shakes his head. "I'll see ya out there."

"Yep." You reply, exiting the tent and letting out a strong breath, realizing your body had been so tense during that entire interaction.

You knew you had been a bit aloof. You're trying to stabilize yourself. You may have all these new feelings for him, but he doesn't for you, and you shouldn't be making it uncomfortable for the both of you. You turn around with the intention of going back in and apologizing, but hover your hand over the zipper when you hear Harry mumbling.

"This is too much."

Your heart sinks and you clench your jaw. So, not only have you made it uncomfortable, but you've now completely embarrassed yourself to the point of him finding you annoying.

You're really beginning to regret playing that stupid game, suggested by that stupid girl.

~~~~~

The night goes on into the late hours, as it usually does, and you feel a little more at ease with the strangers around you, even introducing yourself to a handful of them. The two shots of tequila you took are probably helping with that.

But you are avoiding Harry. You don't want to embarrass yourself or bother him anymore. Especially now since things really do feel weird. Not just different. Weird. You made it that way, and you don't want to be face to face with him right now. And it's probably for the best considering you're a bit tipsy now. You don't want to say or do anything stupid.

But, of course, your eyes catch Harry's and you see him standing with Sabrina. She is definitely not your favorite person here, but she's standing next to him.

You roll your eyes as you turn away, heading towards the campfire, and mentally kicking yourself for not remembering to pack a hoodie.

"I was worried you'd forget a sweater again." You hear, making you turn to your side to see Harry standing over you.

"Yeah, well, typical me, right?" You reply, managing a small smile to try and hide any awkwardness.

"I wasn't tryna put ya down. Here, take mine." He replies, shrugging his down off of his broad shoulders. You unintentionally flicker your eyes down to the collar of his shirt, which is showing off the top of the sparrow tattooes as it pulls down slightly with the sweater.

"I'm fine, Harry."

"YN, come on, stop being so stubborn." He demands, handing it to you without giving you the option to reject it.

"Fine." You reply, grabbing it from him and instantly feeling the warmth from his body encasing you as you put it on. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, ya grump." He chuckles.

You drop your head down and begin to fiddle with the cuffs of the sweater.

"Yeah, well, I'll let you get back to Sabrina. She's probably a lot more fun than I am."

"That's not true." He proclaims with the most stern tone you've ever heard come out of his mouth. "But what's up with ya tonight?"

"Nothing. I'll just catch up with you later, okay?" You stand up and walk off, hearing him growl as you move further away.

You try to slyly turn back and see him down a shot of his own before heading back over to talk to a small group of people, including the one girl who may want Harry almost as much as you do. The one he probably wants too.

You reach a nearby tree and lean against it, closing your eyes and trying to breathe through the tightness in your chest.

"What are you doing, YNN?" You hear, opening your eyes and finding Flynn standing next to you.

"Huh?"

"Both times Sabrina has come to this thing, and thrown herself at Harry, you've been there to intervene."

"Intervene?"

"Well, like, come to his rescue." He responds.

"I have?" You smack your hand against your forehead. "Shit."

"Wait, that wasn't intentional?" He mutters. "I thought you were just trying to be a good friend."

"A good friend? A good friend doesn't cockblock someone…" You wince. "No wonder he hasn't hooked up with her."

"What? No." He shakes his head. "I'm pretty sure he doesn't like her."

"Really?" You ask, hoping that the feeling of excitement and relief hasn't pushed through. "I just figured he did, since I saw them talking over the-"

As you point over to the spot you last saw them, your eyes don't land on them talking, but your heart lands in the pit of your stomach.

They are still there, but definitely not talking. Sabrina is on her tiptoes, wearing Harry's beanie, with his face squished between her palms and her lips smashed against his. His hands are on her shoulders and he pulls away, whispering something in her ear before she nods and drops her hands down.

"Oh." Flynn states. "I, uh, guess I was wrong."

"Umm… yeah, looks like you were…" You fumble out, dropping your head down and trying to hold back any sign of your disappointment. "Guess… he doesn't need to be rescued anymore."

Your breathing becomes rapid, and there's a tightness in your chest. You were right, he doesn't feel the same for you. And of course the weekend that you finally discover your feelings for Harry is the weekend he's going to hook up with Sabrina. You feel like such an idiot.

You turn around, trying to find a place that will hide and comfort you in any sort of way. Your gaze lands on the multitude of alcohol spread out on some tables, and you instantly make your way over.

You pour another shot for yourself and pound it as soon as the liquid reaches the top of the glass.

"Was that a 'this night is shitty' shot or a 'this night is fucking awesome' shot?" Someone chuckles behind you.

You place the glass down and swivel around, facing a guy who you introduced yourself to earlier. His name was something like… Brendan? Or maybe Brandon?

"I'm Devin..."

You were close enough.

"We met earlier." He states, giving you a little grin.

"Yep. I remember." You smile back, pouring another two shots, and handing one over to him.

"So, what type of shots are these… shitty night or awesome night?"

Your eyes flicker past Devin for just a moment, and land on the intense stare of Harry, his arms crossed over his body as Justin and some new guy talk beside him.

"How about 'fuck this whole trip, I wish I never came here' shots?" You reply, feeling the alcohol begin to take over a bit and suddenly not giving a shit about it.

"Wow. Alright. Let's do this then." He shoots back the tequila with you, both wincing at the burn it causes sliding down your throat.

"So, it's really that bad huh?" He asks.

You just shrug, not even knowing what you could possibly say to this stranger that could explain it all, and also not make him bolt in the other direction after hearing how pitiful you sound.

"Will another shot help?" He chuckles, reaching for the bottle that's sitting on the table.

Your eyes glance back over to Harry, and see Sabrina squeezing her way between him and Justin, placing her hand on his shoulder. His eyes stay fixed on you, but yours glance over to her. She's still wearing his beanie.

"Might as well try."

~~~~~

After some time goes by, chatting with Devin, you start to feel the alcohol wear off and reach back to the bottle for another round.

Before your hand grips it, you feel his hand on your forearm and your eyes shoot up to meet his.

"Is your night getting any better?" He asks timidly. "Not just from the tequila."

You give him a smile and let out a giggle, fueled by the shots but also by how shy he now looks while talking to you.

"Yeah. It is."

He suddenly gets closer, giving your arm a gentle squeeze as he leans forward and places a kiss on your lips.

You gently push him back and scrunch your face when you see his embarrassed expression.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry." He exclaims, a bright red blush forming on his cheeks. "I read this all wrong didn't I? Shit. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Devin. Can we just keep hanging out, casually?" You respond. The effects of the alcohol apparently click back in or something because you start to wobble backwards a tiny bit, causing him to reach out and throw his arm around your back to secure you.

"Hey mate!" You hear being yelled, instantly registering who those words were coming from. "I think you need to walk away."

Harry shows up right next to you and helps you steady yourself. His arm wraps around your waist right as Devin pulls his away.

"Harry, what the fuck?" You ask, looking apologetically towards Devin.

"He was trying to take advantage of you!" Harry shouts.

"No. What? Shit. No, I was just-"

"Leaving. You were just leaving. Yeah?"

Devin's eyes dart between you and Harry, and your head shoots a glare at the man beside you.

"YN, I'm sorry." He states, with an apprehensive tone to his voice. He places one hand on his chest, with a nervous look on his face.

"No. Devin. I'm sorry… about this..." You mumble, unsure if he could hear you due to the sudden shaking feeling in your chest.

"Fucking leave." Harry growls, causing Devin to simply nod and walk away.

You immediately push Harry off of you and hit his chest with your fists.

"What is wrong with you?" You yell. "For fucks sake, Harry! You're such an asshole!"

"What the hell did I do wrong? I was trying to help you."

Your jaw starts to clench, as hurt and anger start to consume you.

"Help me?… right, okay… except you… damn it, I hate this whole fucking weekend!"

"Yeah that's been apparent." He snarks.

"Fuck you." You scoff. "It's all your fault anyway."

His eyes widen at your statement and a deep frown forms right between his brows.

"What the fuck, YN? How? What the fuck did I do wrong?" He asks again.

Someone catches your eye behind him, slowly walking up to the two of you. The first thing you notice is the familiar beanie, as you then realize that it still sits on top of Sabrina's head.

"Of course… I can't fucking do this with you right now." You reply between gritted teeth. He turns his gaze over his shoulder to see her moving her way towards him, then turns his head back to you. You give him a glare and turn around to quickly make your way to the tent.

"Hey, umm, I'll catch up with you later." You can hear Harry state, soon hearing his footsteps getting closer to you.

"Go away Harry."

"YN, for fucks sake, will you just stop and talk to me?"

"There's nothing to talk about Harry." You growl. "But… let me know if you want some privacy in the tent tonight. I'll just see if Julie has some room for me in hers."

"What? No. You can sleep in the tent…" He finally catches up to you and grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him. He steps as close as he can, holding both your arms as he catches his breath.

You're caught off guard for a moment when you're met with a sweet natural scent diffusing out from him, and you suddenly cannot remember if it's always been like that, or if you're only just now more aware of it.

"What the fuck is going on with you tonight?" He breathes out, his glossy, but concerned emerald eyes burning a hole into yours.

"I… I don't…" Despite everything boiling inside, your body has lost the ability to move, and apparently your brain has lost the ability to form sentences. "I don't know."

He steps closer, which you didn't think was even possible, and his eyes dart all over your face, clearly looking for a clue as to what you're thinking.

"C'mon, YN, we're best friends! I know you. Something's up." His eyebrows quickly pinch together again as he holds his stare. "But I feel like I'm going crazy! Are you just making out with random guys now? Like, what the fuck is that about? Are you that drunk?"

"Don't be dramatic, it was a quick kiss. And why do you care? It's really none of your business." You glare at him, pushing against his chest so you can give yourself some distance. "You shouldn't have butted in, and you definitely shouldn't have yelled at him!"

"He was getting grabby! I saw you pushing him away. What the fuck was I s'posed to do?" His voice is raised, and way more intense than you've ever heard it. Even during your little spats, his tone has always been controlled.

"Could've minded your own damn business. I can handle myself." You snap back, the words falling out of your mouth before you can catch them.

"Minded my-... are you serious? It's absolutely my business if some guy is making you uncomfortable. I don't give a fuck who it is. You're my best friend, YN! I… I care about you more than anyone else here!"

The term 'best friend' has never made you feel any sort of pain, until now. You are best friends, and you have been best friends basically since you met. But now one kiss, one dared kiss, has you feeling so different than you have before. It has you feeling so much more for him, feeling so jealous, and feeling so desperate for him to just kiss you again at this very moment. It even, you think, has you feeling love. But he doesn't feel any of that.

"Really? Is that why your lips were locked with Sabrina's? Because you care about me?" You growl through gritted teeth.

"What?"

You drop your gaze to the ground and take a deep breath. As you look back up into his beautiful stare, your heart drops again for a split second. He kissed Sabrina, and just called you his best friend. Now you really know where you stand with him, and it's too much to handle.

"Just…" Your jaw clenches, as you start to protect your heart, while feeling it begin to break. "Don't worry about me."

"That's stupid. M'gonna worr-"

"Just don't, Harry!" You exclaim, hearing him quietly gasp at the words that just came out and the tone that accompanied them.

"YN…"

You pull in your lips as you feel a tightness build in your chest and tears beginning to form.

"Just please, Harry… please leave me alone."

His arms drop to his sides and his mouth drops open.

"YN, m'sorry-"

"Please." You utter, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep from completely falling apart.

You look up through your lashes and see him nod, moving backwards with the smallest steps as he runs a hand through his hair.

"M'sorry." He whispers, barely enough for you to hear him, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning around to walk away.

You turn and take those last few steps to the tent, fumbling with the zipper and desperate to get inside.

After you finally make your way in, and zip it back up, you immediately fall down onto your sleeping bag. You don't bother changing, and curl up in Harry's sweater.

With his scent still lingering on it, filling the tent, the tears begin to fall.

You hate that the kiss changed everything for you. You hate that it happened in the first place. You hate all you want is for him to march into the tent, wrap you up in his arms, tell you that he wants you too, and kiss you again with as much passion as you felt the first time. You hate that the kiss changed nothing for Harry, and most of all, you are starting to hate that you actually love him.

~~~~~

You wake up in the morning, alone in your tent, to the sound of muffled chatter in the distance. Still in your clothes from the night before, you do your best to fix your hair, shuffling out and over to the open area where everyone is eating breakfast. Almost everyone.

You grab some coffee, not really feeling like you can stomach much more than that, and sit at one of the nearby picnic tables.

You take a sip but shoot straight up again when you see Devin grabbing a plate of food.

With your coffee in hand, you make your way over to him.

"Hey. Devin. Can we talk?"

He looks at your surroundings before looking back over to you.

"Are you sure you wanna do that?" He asks, surprising you as the question is followed by a chuckle.

"I'm so sorry." You reply, placing your face in your palm, feeling the possibility of tears arriving at any moment.

"Let's go sit." He suggests, motioning to the picnic bench you had just been occupying.

You take a seat across from him, your coffee sitting between your hands and your elbows on the table.

"I'm so sorry about last night." You repeat, dropping your gaze to your mug.

"Don't be. I just read things wrong and… didn't know you had a boyfriend…"

Your head immediately snaps up to his. "No, no, no. Harry isn't my boyfriend. We're just friends, like, best friends. That's all."

"Well…" He pauses to take a small bite of his food. "That was quite an odd reaction then."

"What do you mean?"

"YN, that was an extremely 'boyfriend' type of reaction he had when seeing me kiss you." He looks at you bashfully as he reminds you of what he did.

"He just… thought you… were making some unwelcome advances."

"I guess." He shrugs. "But the way he looked at you, and at me, and the way he held you so close… I don't know… it just seemed like there was something more going on there."

"There's not. Trust me, there's not." You sigh. "Definitely not for him anyway."

Your hand immediately covers your mouth and you hear him giggle.

"Oh okay." He grins. "So that was the reason for those 'fuck this whole trip' shots."

"I'm so sorry. I hope you don't think I was just trying to, like, lead you on or anything…"

"No. You were fine. I was having fun, I just misread the situation." He shrugs.

"Just so you know, I was having fun too." You smile, taking another sip of your coffee.

"And… I mean, I could be misreading this too… but it does seem like there's something more going on between you guys, for him too."

You place your mug down and shake your bed. "Doubtful, considering his empty, untouched sleeping bag."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well…" He takes his last bite of food and begins to stand up from his seat. "If you need someone to hang out with or want to take some more 'drink your pain away' shots, maybe away from certain tall, angry British men… come find me."

"Oh god." You let out a huge laugh. "I might take you up on that."

He gives you a quick wink and walks off, but his place at the picnic table is quickly taken up by Julie.

"So?" She asks, eyes wide with anticipation.

"So…?"

"Did you and Devin hook up last night?"

"No! Why would you even think that?"

"Well, I heard that something happened last night involving the two of you. I thought it might've been something juicy." She furrows her brow. "You could've waited for me, to play out some drama!"

You roll your eyes at her as she giggles.

"Yeah, well, it wasn't the fun kind of drama, if that's even a thing."

"So, wait, does Harry not know you and Devin didn't hook up?" Her sudden, random question takes you by surprise and your posture becomes rigid.

"I don't know. Probably too busy hooking up with Sabrina to even give it a second thought."

Just the sound of her name now triggers a knot in your stomach.

"He didn't hook up with her." Julie states.

"He didn't?"

"No, he slept in Justin's tent." She replies. "That's the other reason I thought you and Devin had done the deed. I thought he was giving you two space for some alone time."

"Why didn't he sleep with her?" You blurt out, mentally slapping yourself as soon as you hear the question leave your lips.

"That's a super weird thing to ask…" She raises a brow in curiosity. "I don't know. I mean, why didn't you sleep with Devin?"

Your gaze suddenly drops again, and you feel a very inconvenient and unwanted blush appear. It's unfortunate that you've been friends for so long, because you know she can instantly read your reaction.

"Oh shit. I knew it. Avery and I were just messing around with that dare..." Julie whispers. "But after the kiss, I knew something happened. I knew something was up with you."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Like hell you don't!" She raises her voice, causing an immediate shush to come out of your mouth. "Oh my god…"

"What…"

"Is that why you didn't stick around during the water challenge? I saw how close he was to you, and you looked nervous. Plus, you never leave first."

"I was cold…"

"I know Harry's your best friend, so he knows you the best, but I've known you just as long, YNN. And that's a bunch of bullshit."

"What does it even matter, Julie?" You close your eyes, feeling your heart squeeze just as tight. "Our kiss didn't change anything for him. Instead, he went off and kissed Sabrina."

Her hands lift up and hold her cheeks. "Were you even here last night? Seems like you don't know anything that happened."

"What do you mean?" You instinctually lean towards her.

"YN… she kissed him…" She replies, looking around to confirm that no one else is listening in. "I mean, we all know how she flirts with him. Disgusting, by the way. But I guess this time she grabbed his beanie and wore it to get him to talk to her, and when he walked up to get it, she made her move and kissed him."

"Oh?"

"Justin told me that Harry was not having it and politely whispered to her to back off." She shakes her head. "Then Justin said he later walked up to everyone and he seemed super pissed for some reason. She tried to talk to him again, like, one last attempt to get what she wanted I guess. Again, disgusting. But apparently he told her to 'keep the fucking beanie' and leave him alone."

"Shit."

"Yeah. She left early this morning." She chuckles. "Why was he so pissed, YN? What the hell happened with you two?"

You wince at the memories of last night and let out a huge, shaky sigh.

"We had a huge fight."

"For what?"

"I, uh, I just got so flustered after the kiss. Clearly you saw that. And realized… that I wanna be more than friends." You clear your throat. "But he doesn't. And when I saw him kissing Sabrina… or I guess her kissing him… I got jealous."

"Okay…"

"When I was hanging out with Devin later, he tried to kiss me. It was an innocent misunderstanding, but Harry walked up and was super rude to Devin-"

"He was jealous." Julie nods. "Go on."

"He wasn't-... anyway, I got pissed and walked away. He followed me and we had a huge fight. Julie, we've never had a fight like that. I told him to leave me alone and… so he did."

"Oh boy." She pinches the bridge of her nose. "That's… wow… that's intense. Yeah, seems like that kiss changed things for the both of you."

"Seems like you got the drama you wanted."

"I tend to get what I want." She giggles, then immediately reaches across the table and grabs your hands. "But I didn't want that for you. And now I just want you to get whatever it is that you do want."

You sit up straighter. You don't know what you want now. But that's a lie, because you know exactly what you want. You just can't have it, because you want Harry.

~~~~~

You spend the next hour sitting near the edge of the lake, knees pulled up to your chest, arms wrapped around, and chin resting on them.

You keep replaying yesterday over and over in your head. And you can't seem to get the last few of Julie's comments out of your head. She's right, that kiss did change things. Maybe everything. Maybe now you've pushed him away.

You nuzzle your head behind your knees and begin to let the tears fall. Your heart drops at the thought that maybe the two of you won't even be able to be friends anymore.

There's a shift in the sand next to you, and you look over to see Devin matching your position.

"Oh shit." He states as you wipe your cheeks dry. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No." You sniffle. "You're fine. I could use the company."

"Have you talked to that Harry guy yet?"

You can only manage to shake your head.

"I… I saw him talking to Justin…" He looks over to meet your gaze. "He looks sad."

"I think I fucked it all up." You finally speak.

"Well… I'm here if you wanna have a new friend." He chuckles, causing you to look back over to him and give him a smile.

"I do need someone to take shots with." You smirk.

"Sold." He chuckles again. "And for what it's worth… I mean, take it with a grain of salt, considering I have misread things before…"

He bumps your shoulder and you shake your head as you giggle.

"But I don't think you've fucked it all up." He adds. "Just leave the 'fucking things up' to me."

You let out a little laugh, but are interrupted by the shuffling of feet and a familiar presence behind you.

Devin looks over and his face drops. You follow his gaze to see Harry standing there with his hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on you.

"Look, man, I'm just talking to her." Devin explains, standing and throwing up his hands to display his innocence.

"S'alright." Harry replies, still looking down to you, but you turn your gaze back to the water. "M'just wanting to talk to her too."

"Yeah, I'll, uh, head back." Devin nods, stepping forward to catch your eyes. "Come find me if you need me."

"Thank you, Devin. Really, thank you." You nod quietly, shooting a quick smile before he waves and walks away.

You feel another shift in the sand as Harry takes a seat on the other side of where Devin had been sitting.

"Are you friends with him now?" He asks, with a level tone to his voice.

"I guess." You shrug. "He didn't do anything wrong, Harry. You misunderstood the entire thing."

"I know. Julie told me." He admits, his gaze joining yours as he turns to the water too.

"What else did she tell you?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him now drop his gaze to his feet.

"Just that I was an idiot."

"Yeah well…"

There's a silence for a moment between the two of you, and your breathing and thudding heartbeats are all you can hear.

"I wasn't kissing Sabrina, YN. You kind of misunderstood that one."

"Yeah." You let out a strong exhale. "Julie told me."

"I don't even like Sabrina." He states furrowing his brow as he looks over to you. "Can't stand her, actually."

Your breath hitches at his admission, but know that doesn't mean he feels anything for you.

"M'sorry, YN. Really sorry." He turns his body to yours and puts one hand on your knee. "Can we please just go back to being ourselves? To having fun together? To being best friends again?"

"I don't think we can just be friends anymore, Harry." You blurt out, a little faster and louder than you intended.

"What?" He replies with a strained voice. "Look I know I was an asshole, but… you… you really just don't want to be friends anymore?"

You quickly stand up with your body now in fight or flight mode, knowing that it definitely wants to pick the flight option, but Harry immediately pops up too and stands directly in front of you.

"It's not that-"

"Then what the fuck is it? Because I would never just throw away our friendship for something like this. You're my best friend. I don't wanna lose that. I can't lose that!"

Tears immediately start pouring out. You don't want to lose that either, but you're lying to yourself if you think you'd be fine just staying friends. It will rip your heart apart.

"But I don't think I can do that. Not just that anyway. Not anymore."

"What does that even mean? What was so bad that it's made you not want to be my friend anymore?"

"The kiss!" You shout, your head swirling with all of the racing thoughts and emotions. "That kiss yesterday. It… it just…"

He steps closer, causing your breath to hitch when you meet his intense, and concentrated gaze.

"It just… what?" He asks in a low, hushed voice which makes your knees weak.

"It just… it changed how I feel about you. It… made me want to, umm, to be more than friends. I want to be with you, actually be with you." Your gaze drops straight to the ground and your chest tightens with your confession. "But I feel like a complete idiot, like I'm ruining our friendship, because the kiss didn't change anything for you."

He takes another step towards you, and one hand wiping away your tears as the other settles under your chin to meet his gorgeous green eyes.

"No, you're right, it didn't change anything for me." He clears his throat, still fixated on you. The knot in your stomach twists tighter and you want nothing more than to bolt. "Because I already felt that way."

"What?" You take a half step back, shocked by the words he just uttered, a little unsure if you even heard him correctly.

"YN, I love being your best friend. Really. And I'll take what I can get. But, I've wanted to be more than friends with you for a long time."

You feel your chest rise and fall at a much faster pace, and your heart begins to race.

"But... why didn't you say anything?"

"Well, 'cause I'm an idiot." He chuckles, moving his hand and running two fingers up and down your arm. "And I didn't want to push anything on you. Or push you away."

You begin to feel butterflies over just the mere understanding of his consideration. You lift your palms up and gently cup his cheeks, your eyes scanning every inch of his face to memorize the moment.

"I… I was worried I was the one pushing you away." You wince. "I can't believe you just stuck around, willing to just stay friends."

"Apparently I like to torture myself, I guess." He clicks his tongue. "But I felt like it was worth it. And now I'm glad I did."

"I'm glad you did too. And actually now kind of glad we played 'truth or dare' too." You bite your lower lip, feeling his breath on your nose and he lets out an exhale and licks his lips.

The hand that was grazing your arm slowly moves down to your waist, and his other moves to the back of your neck. Instantly, your hands grab his flannel shirt as you bring him in even closer to you.

He stares into your eyes, then down to your lips, with a smirk forming on his face. His head moves closer and your heart beats even faster as you feel a rush flow through your body.

Then your lips meet, and it's as if your entire body is finally awakened from a sleep you didn't know it was in.

Your mouths move together, sighing against each other as you grab tighter to his shirt. His tongue, once again, attempts to part its way into your mouth, and this time you fully let him. He pulls you in to deepen this kiss and you melt right into his arms. The heat inside you erupts and you begin to feel it in every part of your body.

He finally pulls away to catch a breath, resting his forehead against yours.

"Better than last night?" He asks, keeping his eyes closed as he smiles. "Higher than a nine?"

"Definitely a ten. And you didn't even have gum this time!" You joke.

His eyes open and meets you with the most tender gaze as he moves his lips back to yours.

"Woo hoo!"

His mouth stops before it touches yours, and both of your heads snap towards that noise, seeing your group of friends clapping and cheering as they watch the two of you.

"Bloody hell, fucking creeps!" Harry shouts, as you hide your face in his chest.

"Oh shut up!" Avery shouts back.

"Yeah!" Julie adds. "We're just happy for you!"

He looks over to you, then your lips, letting out a low and deep exhale.

"Would you, umm, wanna go back to the tent? Just for some privacy?"

You instantly bite your lower lip and nod, grabbing his hand as he leads you away.

He quickly unzips it and trips as he makes his way in, causing you to fall right on top of him on his sleeping bag and burst out into a fit of giggles.

"Well that worked out in my favor." He smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Yeah, smooth move." You roll your eyes.

He reaches out and holds the back of your head, pulling you down and pressing his lips passionately against yours. He doesn't hesitate to slip his tongue inside, and you let out a breathy moan. He begins to press his hips up into yours, causing you to let out yet another breathy moan.

"You're okay with this, yeah?"

"Mhmm." You hum back, moving your lips across his jaw and down his neck.

"F-fuck, babe." He whispers, grabbing your hips and bucking up into you again.

Your run your hand down his chest, sliding over the bulge pushing against his pants.

He throws his head back, eyes closed, and displays the widest smile you've seen from him.

"I've imagined this moment so much." He moans. "Feels… so… much better than I thought."

"I, uh, I definitely want to do so much more with you… just not here, on the hard ground, with our creepy friends nearby. But… I do want to show off my Nutella skills right now…" You see his eyes shoot open and his head snap down to meet yours, causing you to bite hard on your lower lip.

"Should…" He chuckles. "Should I go get a jar of it then?"

"No. I don't want you to leave." You lick your lips. "I think I can find something else to taste…"

~~~~~

You lay nuzzled in Harry's arms, your head on his chest as you feel it rise and fall.

"Harry?" You whisper.

"Yeah babe?" He whispers back.

"Truth or dare?"

"What?"

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth…" He replies hesitantly.

"What was the moment you realized you liked me?" You ask, tracing his sparrow tattoos with your finger.

"Remember that trip here, when you came to my tent to spend the night, because you had invited your cousin

and found her throwing up all over the floor of yours?"

You can't speak for a moment, taken back by how quickly he responded to the question.

"Ew. Yes." You cringe at the memory.

"And you had on that blue fucking bikini."

"That's how you knew you liked me? Because I was looked good in a swim-"

"Lemme finish. Geez." He chuckles, softly running his fingers up and down your shoulder. "No. You had to borrow my shirt and boxers to sleep in. I liked it. That's what you looked good in."

He grabs your body and brings you in closer to him, kissing your forehead before resting his cheek on it.

"You had to share my sleeping bag with me, and we talked for a while, and when you fell asleep you ended up cuddling into me." He clears his throat. "You smiled when I wrapped my arms around you, and it felt so natural, so good… I realized I wanted to do that with you every day."

You slightly tilt your head to place gentle kisses on his chest.

"Man, these camping trips are magic or something." You giggle.

"Okay, YN, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Do…" He inhales his breath, so you places more kisses on his chest. "Do you think… fuck, do you think it's too crazy that… that I love you?"

Your heart beats faster than it ever has before, and you unintentionally let out a whimper as you feel his breathing increase in its pace.

"No." You utter. "Because I love you too."

His breath hitches and he reaches under to chin to being your eyes to his gorgeous greens.

"Thanks for persuading me to come this year."

He places a gentle kiss on your lips and then rests his cheek on the top of your head.

"Well, I did promise that you'd have a good time."

~~~~~

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