Friends - Ed Sheeran 

HARRY

She followed me close behind as I walked up the steps towards the roof. Once we made our way up, I led us towards the side of the roof where we sat once before. I lean over the ledge, looking out into the city. I can feel Izzy stand beside me, her body shivering against the cold. I take every muscle inside of me to not bring her body close to mine. 

"You look beautiful," I whispered against her ear. She turned her head slowly, her eyes meeting mine. The dark brown of her iris's glistening in the city lights. Her once pale cheeks turn a deep shade of pink. 

"Thank you," she whispers back. I study her features, my eyes not blinking once. She was so fucking beautiful. 

A gust of wind cuts through the roof, causing a harsh shiver to course through her petite frame. I look around the roof and notice a heater situated on the opposite side; far away from everyone else. I grabbed her hand lightly, "Come." 

I lead her across the roof and towards the heater. It's darker over here and vacant. We were hidden in the shadows of the midnight sky. I wrap my arms around her shivering body, completely amazed by how small she was. The way her body fit perfectly underneath my arm was absurd. I was going to miss her scent; a feminine rose. "I'm going to miss you," I spoke softly into her hair while bringing her even closer to me, warming her body up. 

"I'm going to miss you too," she replied. Without hesitating, she slips her cold hands underneath my shirt, stealing whatever warmth my body had left. I don't move, too shocked by her sudden actions. This felt right. God, did this feel fucking right. 

I wanted to move her body. This was too close for me. Closer than what I was used to. Never have I let my guard down for anyone-- especially a damn woman. But with Isabella, everything that I knew and stood for went out the window. Especially my morals; well, whatever fucking morals I had left. I wasn't one to take another man's girl. I wasn't a cheater, but with Izzy, I couldn't stop myself. I wanted her. Damn it, I wanted her bad. I knew she wanted me too. She was just too stubborn to admit it. 

My eyes stayed focused on hers. She had me entranced by her beauty and grace. I could not look away even if I tried. "I'm glad I met you, Isabella Maxwell," I whispered. 

"I'm glad I met you too. I'll be back though. Don't worry." She laughed lightly while pulling her hands away from me. I instantly felt empty without her touch. She leaned towards the heater, rubbing her hands together to create more heat. "You're a good friend," she said. The four damn words that I hated the most. You're a good friend. Damn my walls, damn what I said before, I wanted Isabella Maxwell. I fucking wanter her so bad. 

I stepped closer to her, bringing her body with me as I pushed her up against the wall and deeper into the shadows. By now, we were completely hidden from the party and the world around us. I began to run my fingers up and down her arms, my palms pressing down against her bare back. She shivers under my touch and I can't help the smirk that appears on my lips at her response. 

Isabella is still. I bring my lips close to her neck, the heat of my breath making her shiver. This time not because of the cold air but because of the sexual tension that lingers heavily above us. 

Startling me slightly, she brings her fingers up to the nape of my neck and entangling them with my curls. She brings my head closer down to her own. I silently thank the gods above for our height difference, absolutely loving how she has to go on her tip toes to reach me. 

"I'm going to miss you so, so much," she whispers once more before doing the last thing I thought she'd do. She brings her lips and presses them firmly against my own. I am taken off guard by her sudden movements. But it only takes a few seconds for my brain to register what is going on and before I know it, I am responding to her kiss. 

Our lips move in synch as they mold together. Her lips feel soft against my chapped lips. I turn us around so that she is now against the wall. I lift her tiny dress up, giving me access to her things. I hoist her up, wrapping her legs around my body. 

She lets out a soft grunt as I press my body against her core. She pulls away slightly and bites her lip. That's all I need before I crash my lips against hers once again. She moans against my lips as I grip her thighs. My hands roam away them and up towards her bare bottom. Fucking hell, a thong? My subconscious is panting. She is going to fucking kill me, I knew that for sure. 

She deepens the kiss more by pushing her tongue inside my mouth. An action that could be classified as unclassy, is beyond graceful when she does it. Everything she does is with grace and class. That's just who she was. 

Our tongues dance together in a rhythm only we know. Her fingers pull my curls earning a moan to erupt from inside of me. 

I break the kiss only to begin to leave wet ones against her neck. My hand leaves her back, only to slide against her soft thigh and towards her entrance. I rub against the fabric that covers her core, earning another soft moan to escape her lips. Everything is escalating quickly. All of the built up sexual tension from the last six months finally exploding. All I want to do is to take her here and now, not caring that we are in public and definitely not caring that she has a fucking boyfriend. 

As I am about to slip a finger inside of her, something clicks within of her. 

Izzy scrambles in my grasp. She pushes my body away from her. "Oh my god," She mutters, her voice rising with exasperation. "Shit." 

I let go of her. She straightens her dress and fixes her hair. She looks up at me, her face fallen. I can't read the emotions that are flashing behind her eyes. I search for any regret, but am faced with nothing. The only thing I can sense being lust and a slight bit of fear. 

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" She rambles. 

"Isabella," I run a hand up to her cheek. "Calm down," I say softly hoping to calm her down. 

She pulls away from my touch and backs up. "Please don't tell anyone." She pleads with desperation.

I give her a short nod. My hands running though my messed up hair and sliding them into the pockets of my jeans. "Okay." 

She steps back and turns around. "Merry Christmas," She yells before running towards the door and slipping out. 

Every fibre of my body feels empty now that she has left my side. Now that I have been given a taste of her lips, I don't want to taste anyone else. I've been given a tease of what it would be like to have her every day. As much as the idea of being with one person makes me fucking sick, the idea of being with just Isabella has my heart beating faster and my mind going crazy. 

The idea of not seeing her for one month is going to fucking suck.

ISABELLA 

My lips tingled. I could still feel him on my lips. I could still taste him on my tongue. My body can still feel the butterflies that festered inside of my core by his touch. My senses have not settled down by his aroma. 

Now that I've been given a taste of what it is like to kiss Harry Styles, I am more confused than ever. 

My mind is a jumbled up mess of confusion and guilt. 

I cheated. I'm a cheater. Not once did I think I would kiss another man when I was with someone else. Granted, my heart has been torn from the moment I said yes to being Chase's girlfriend. Regardless of how my heart may feel, I kissed another man. 

That is why I left him standing there. My brain caught up with my body and I had to react fast. Anyone could have caught us. 

But you wanted it. His fingers, the way his tongued moved with yours - I cut my subconscious thoughts off.

It was clear to me now that he felt something for me. Right? The way that he kissed me, it wasn't filled with just lust. There was something else there. Feelings. But do I want to bite the bullet and leave Chase for Harry? 

I couldn't be more thankful to be going home right now. Away from London and away from my confused heart. 

- 

The party dispersed an hour after I walked back into the apartment. Tiff had just left, leaving Chase, Ben, Jaz and I by ourselves. We were sprawled out across the couches. My body was tucked in close underneath Chase's arms. 

His hand began to draw patterns across my bare back. My face was laid on his chest with one arm around his back and tucked under his shirt, with my other playing with his the hairs on his chest. 

My mind was fuzzy and my body tired. A mixture of many shots of vodka, a champagne glass (or two),  a make out session with Harry on the roof of my apartment and the guilt for doing so has clouded my senses. 

"Are you okay babe?" Chase asks softly, his hand still rubbing my back. 

"M'tired." I mumble, my voice too tired to speak. 

"Maybe it's time for bed? You have a decently long flight tomorrow." He coos, his hands wrapping securely around my waist. 

"Yeah Iz. You should get some rest." Ben pipes up and Jaz nodding her head in agreement. 

"Okay," I don't bother to argue. My body is shutting down with each passing moment. Chase then lifts me up into his arms, holding me close against him. "Goodnight guys," my voice manages to say, the words coming out nothing louder than a whisper. 

"Night Izzy, have a safe flight and a Merry Christmas!" Ben wishes me off a little too loudly. I smile genuinely at him, but look away just as quick. His resemblance with Harry irks me, reminding me of what I did not too long ago. 

Oh please, you don't regret it one bit. Don't act like you didn't like kissing Harry. You're into him. Stop lying to yourself. For being so tired, my subconscious sure doesn't sleep nor does she shut up.

Chase lays me gently on top of my bed. My body falls down automatically. Every inch of my body feels as if it has shut down. My muscles have decided to take ten and go to bed. "Babe, you need to take this dress off. It cant' be comfortable to sleep in." 

I look up from my pillow, my eyes already drooping in exhaustion. "I don't wanna," even my mouth has decided to go to bed. Chase chuckles at my impaired state. With gentle hands, he turns my body over and begins to unzip my dress. He sits me up and pulls down the sleeves. I am now left in nothing but my panties. 

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath. Chase quickly turns his head away, his cheeks heating up in a way that I find incredible adorable. He walks over to my dresser and pulls out a baggy t-shirt. "Arms up," he instructs quietly. 

I somehow in my drowsy state have managed to lift my arms up. He pulls the shirt over, helping me maneuver my arms and getting them through the sleeve openings. "Can you pass me a hair elastic," I point over to my nightstand where a brown hair elastic sits. He places it in my hand and I proceed to throw my messy curls into a somewhat doable bun. 

Chase pulls my blankets down and I crawl into the duvet. He presses a gentle kiss on top of my forehead. "I love you," he whispers in my ear before leaving another kiss. I return his smile with one of my own, not saying I love you back. I can't do it, especially after everything that I have done tonight. "I'll see tomorrow morning to drive you to the airport," he says quietly. I whisper an okay before he switches the light off and walks out my door, shutting it softly behind him. 

- 

"Wake up!" A boisterous voice screams through my bedroom, causing me to jolt awake. 

"What the fuck!" I hiss, my head pounding. I open my eyes begrudgingly and am face with an overly joyous set of blue eyes. "Jaz, what the hell?" 

She gives me stretched out grin, her eyes sparkling under the morning sun. "We need to go to Brerin's for breakfast before your flight. Come on! Chase already packed your suitcase into his car. Let's go! Get dressed!" She pulls my blankets off of my body. The cold air from the dreaded morning burns my skin. My body jerks out of bed. 

"I hate you," I sneer at my roommate before walking towards the bathroom for a very hot shower. 

Outside was cold. London was cold. Everything about everything was cold. 

My head hurt. My heart hurt. Everything fucking hurt. I knew I was grumpy, hell my next door neighbour knew I was grumpy. All I wanted to do was go back to bed and sleep the day away and avoid any run ins with my boyfriend and the curly haired sex-god. Most of all, I wanted to avoid the airport as much as I could. 

"Once we get some coffee into your system you'll be much better!" Jaz perks up. I grunt a few profanities before I step inside the diner. My whole body freezes once I make my way inside. 

Standing behind the counter was Harry. What the actual fuck? I avoid eye contact with him and follow Jaz towards our table in the far left corner. Sitting at our table is Ben and Chase. Chase looks up at me, his blue eyes wide in delight. 

He pulls out the chair beside him and I sit down. "Your other boyfriend," he passes me the cup of coffee and I thank him. 

The thick java of pure heaven slips down my throat. I moan in pure satisfaction. "Much better," I breathe. I feel the coffee spill down my throat and into my veins. All of the pent up negativity that I had been feeling all morning had disappeared. 

"Well look who it is," Chase chuckles. I look up from my mug. The pair of green eyes that have invaded my dreams meets my own. My heart physically hurts at the sight of him. I thought I could avoid him but had seemed to have forgotten that he was working here. 

"Be a dick and I'll spit in your food," Harry sneers at Chase. His grasp on his notepad and pen grow increasingly tighter. 

"Chill mate. No harm here. You're friends with my girlfriend so I'll be nice." He wraps an protective arm around my chair, holding me close to him. I involuntary squirm in my seat, moving my body away from his. The smirk on Harry's face doesn't go unnoticed. 

His eyes don't leave me once - but, neither do mine. "Ready to order?" He asks, the tone of his voice still as sexy as ever. 

"Pancakes, bacon, and toast. Please." I quickly order. 

Harry chuckles to himself, "I forgot you could eat. More coffee too? We also got some blueberry muffins in." My eyes perk in excitement.

"Yes please!" My smile grows and I nod my head excitedly. Chase, Ben and Jaz all order and Harry refills our mugs. 

-

Breakfast went by quick. Chase paid for all of our meals, something that he would usually do. I suppose it was actually his father that paid for our meals. But, I didn't question it. The smile that would spread across his lips whenever he would treat all of us was too lovely to kill with any refusal. 

"I'm just going to say bye to Harry," I tell Chase before we walk out the door. He turns towards me, his blue eyes focused on mine. 

"Okay," he says. He has a genuine smile on his lips in which causes a bit of butterflies to flutter inside of me. He leaves a soft kiss on my cheek before walking out the door. 

I turn around and see that Harry is no where to be seen. I look around the diner but notice that he is gone. I walk over to Erin who is counting cash at the register. 

"Hey!" She smiles at me, "I thought you were going home for the holidays."

"I am." 

She hums in response. "Can I help you with something?" 

"Yeah," I turn around once more, hoping to see Harry but of course, he is nowhere. "I don't know where Harry went but could you tell him bye for me? And Merry Christmas, please."

"Oh, of course dear. I sent him out back to deal with a late shipment order." The relief that I felt at those simple words was unbearable. 

"Great. Thank you." Erin smiles at me once again before waving me off. I turn around once more, hoping that Harry would show up but of course he doesn't.