Harry Styles Imagines

New Years Eve

This is an imagine that involves 16 year old baby Harry. Just because.

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There's people everywhere. People dancing, people drinking, people dancing and drinking, people making out..this isn't the type of party you're used to going to. But you wanted to go, you had to go. This is your chance. This is Harry'a party.

Doesn't everyone say stuff like! "Its a new year. A new you!" and that kind of corny shit? Well, although corny, it can e true. It's a new year, well almost- and you've wanted Harry since you saw him walk into maths.

You and Harry flirted in class quite a bit. He's a cheeky boy, we all know. Harry flirts with everyone. But, something about him made you feel special. And last week, you both had a huge test on simplifying radicals, and you both had to stay after school to finish it.

After stealing glances and giggles at eachother when your teacher was typing away at the computer, you finished. You've accepted that you aren't going to do so well on that exam.

Harry walked you out, and before his bus came he invited you to his party. You told him you'd definitely be there, and he smiled really big and said "Great.". And then he ran for the bus, leaving you with butterflies and anxiety about what you're going to wear.

Now, here you are, in your favorite skin tight black skinny jeans, a pretty light pink blouse, and black oxfords. Casual, cute.

You spot Harry across the room, surrounded by his guy friends. They're whispering and you think Harry keeps looking at you, but it could just be your mind.

You decide to ignore him and start dancing with your friends.

After a while, you feel a hand on your waist, and and before you know it, Harry's inches away from you, cheekily grinning down at you. "Hi." you say, a smile spreading across your face. "Hey." he responds cooly.

He leans down, grazing your cheek with his lip before whispering in your ear. "It's almost midnight." his warm breath tickles your skin. He pulls away and looks you up and down, and you can't help but blush. "1 minute." you say.

He grabs your hand and pulls you over to a less populated area. The guy on the tv starts counting down. "10,9,8,7,6,5"

You feel Harry's hand on your cheek as he gazes into your eyes, grinning happily. "4,3,2.."

He leans in real close, and your heart is racing as your arms wrap around his neck. "1." he whispers against your lips as both of your eyes flutter shut, and his lips meet yours and it feels like fireworks and a new beginning.