Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

Undrunk

There aren't a lot of things about life that Y/N will openly admit that she regrets. She believes that she should live life to the fullest, and that has landed her in some pretty sticky situations. She doesn't truly regret them, though. She doesn't look back on them and wish that things had gone differently, mostly because the experiences that she's gone through have made her who she is.

There is one thing that she wishes she could go back in time and undo, however. The one single night in her life that made everything take a full one eighty and sent her entire world spiraling.

It's something that she's tried her hardest not to think about since it happened, but when she got his stupid wedding invitation in the mail, with a picture of him that she took when they were still "seeing" each other, all the memories came washing back.

The moment she saw his smile brighter than ever, from the day they went to the pumpkin patch and he was so giddy to have something to decorate for Halloween that his dimples were popping and his smile was so big that it was almost contagious. The memory hit her like a truck, and now she's sitting with her back against the counter, trying her best not to let the tears fall, because the second that they do, she knows that she won't be able to get them to stop until there are no more tears left for her to cry.

As the seconds pass, she begins to think about how much she fucked everything up, and it's suddenly like she's right back to that night.

"Y/N, come on, we're gonna be late!" Harry yells from the other side of her door. She texted him not even twenty minutes prior telling him to let himself in the door once he got to her place.

"Harry, you just got here!" she responds, looking in the mirror as she applies a layer of mascara. "Plus, I'm almost done, go sit down or something!" She hears him sigh dramatically before trudging off to sit on the couch until she's done, or at least that's what she assumes that he's going to do. Knowing him, he'll just go stand in the kitchen. She chuckles lightly at the thought, he's such a weirdo she says to herself as she places the applicator back in the tube of mascara and screws it shut.

Standing, she takes a look at her outfit. The black material of the dress falls to her mid-thigh. The form hugs her curves nicely and the cut of the top shows off just the right amount of cleavage. She smiles at her reflection before slipping on a pair of silver heels and grabbing her purse, slipping her ID and her phone inside.

She saunters over to the door, and right before she twists the knob, she takes a deep breath. Tonight, she's going to try to finally take things to the next level with Harry, and she needs to summon all of her courage to try that. They've been sleeping together for months, but Harry refuses to acknowledge that they're anything more than friends. It's tiring, and Y/N really needs to know if he's worth holding onto or if she needs to let go and find someone else that will give her more than a fuck.

She twists the handle and swings the door open before making her way to him. Like she assumed, he's sat on the couch, legs spread in a way that would look obnoxious if any other man were doing it. She doesn't hesitate to stand between his legs and look down at him. He meets her gaze for just a moment before letting his eyes travel down her body. His tongue pokes out, running across his bottom lip. Her eyes follow the movement, watching as the skin becomes wet with his spit. It takes everything in her to will her mind away from other things that make his lips shine like that.

She opens her mouth to ask how she looks, but he circles his hand around her wrist and lightly tugs her down so that she's sitting on one of his thighs with her side pressed against his chest. He dips his head to place a kiss to her lips, molding them together as he breathes in the scent of her vanilla perfume that she frequents whenever she wants to smell good but not have it be too overwhelming. He smears his lips across hers, fitting her bottom one between his two as he pulls her closer and deepens the kiss just a bit.