Somebody Else | Harry Styles

Two

You and Harry were at your flat for the first time in ages. You had a roommate who was usually always home and while she knew you were friends with Harry, she didn't know about your friends with benefits relationship and you were worried that she would figure it out if you hung around your place too much. Thankfully, she was on a week long trip with her boyfriend, allowing you and Harry to spend time at yours.

He spent the first half an hour there walking around your room, looking at all the changes you had made since he had been there last. He commented on the fact that you bought a new, nicer rug, that your comforter was different, and looked at all the new photos that cluttered the very large cork board above your desk. It was filled with pictures of you and your family back home, memories with childhood friends, blurry shots of you partying with your London friends, and several selfies of you and Harry, and maybe two or three paparazzi pictures of the two of you so it wasn't all selfies.

"We should go out tonight." He stated while he stared at a picture of you and one of your friends drinking cosmos and dancing at some club.

"You want to go out?" You were more than happy to oblige, but Harry didn't often want to go out to public bars or clubs because of the possibility of getting recognized. Usually, in New York he was fine, or bigger cities like that because no one really seemed to care and if they did, they didn't really bother him--but for whatever reason, every time the two of you went out in London, he got recognized a lot and it seemed to always put a slight damper on his night.

"Yeah, why not? We haven't been out out in ages. We've gone to, like, pubs and stuff or friends' parties but we haven't done anything since New York. I miss going out with you. You're fun." He shrugged.

"Fuck yeah, I'm fun." You propped yourself on your elbows since you were laying on your bed, "You really want to go out tonight? You're sure?"

"Definitely."

You stood up from the bed and rushed out excitedly, moving towards the door to put on your shoes and grab your bag.

"Where are you going?"

"We need pregaming supplies!" You called, "And a pizza!"

***

You walked into Tesco with a mildly disguised Harry trailing behind you.

"You look absolutely ridiculous," you said when he caught up with you and gestured to his baseball hat, sunglasses, and hood. "You're already wearing the hood. The hat is completely redundant."

You couldn't tell, but he rolled his eyes at you and gave you a playful shove, "Stop making fun of me and get your snacks."

You both wandered around the store as you grabbed snacks and dropped them into the basket that Harry was holding. You also made sure to pick up a bottle of tequila and gin and a few things to mix it with.

"Do we really need both? It's just the two of us." He said when you two got on line to pay.

It was your turn to roll your eyes, "We haven't gone out together in ages, Harry. We're making the most of it."

"I'd like to remember most of it." You told him to stop being a bitch-baby and to live a little.

After a slight argument about who was going to pay for your supplies in front of the cashier, which you won since you threatened to pull off his sunglasses, the two of you picked up the pizza and went back to your flat after making a quick pit stop at his place so he could grab what he was going to wear.

While you mixed some drinks and set out the snacks and pizza, Harry took a shower and got ready. He walked out of your room and into the living room with a smirk on his face. He gestured to his outfit and did a little spin, "Do I look good or what?"