Royal Mess || Harry Styles a.u.

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Harry.

"Yes, Gran."

"Now Sweetie. Tell me about this new friend of yours. What do you do that is more important than calling your beloved grandmother?"

"She's just some girl I met at my new job. She's a ballerina and a quite good one at that. She's really nice and I guess I enjoy actually having friends for once in my life." I sigh.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. But honey, please be careful. You know how these people can be. They're all friendly the one day and the next they pretend that you never existed."

I roll my eyes and get up from my bed and fish through my closet for a clean jacket to wear.

"I know, believe me. But she isn't like any of them. She is special."

Just as I finish my sentence, a soft melody begins to flow through from my music room. A grin spreads over my face.

"Do you like this girl?" my gran fishes further.

"Yes, very much. We spend a lot of time together and we're actually going somewhere now as soon as I'm done with Gran."

"Oh I see how it is. I'm suddenly not important enough. Now it's all girlfriend this, girlfriend that."

"She's not my girlfriend!" I exclaim. "Not yet at least." I say under my breath for only me to hear.

"Whatever. I'm just kidding, Sweetie. I know you love your grannie too much."

The elegant sounds of the piano continue from the other room and I try to subtly tell Gran to shut up and let me be.

"Yes, of course. I really have to leave now. We have a reservation." No we don't. "I love you. Chat again soon. Send my love to gramps and Snoops."

"Goodbye Sonny Boy. You better call soon or el-"

I make a kiss sound and end the call. I take a breath of relief and grab my wallet before heading over to the source of the music.

Entering the music room, I immediately spot Di at the piano with her back towards me. She slightly sways along with the music. I stand there for a moment just looking at her. Then I realise that it's kind of weird so I walk closer.

I think she notices me because she suddenly misses a note.

"Oh for fu-" she starts to yell, but my chuckling cuts her off. She turns around but stays seated on the piano bench.

"Don't be so hard on yourself maestro. That was quite intriguing." I smile and she playfully rolls her eyes.

"Thanks, but don't look so surprised. It kinda pisses me off." She's teasing, but I can definitely sense some seriousness in her tone.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but when I first saw you, I never expected you to be a musician. You're so good at ballet I guess I just assumed that it's all you do. After all, piano is all I do." I timidly shrug.

"I don't know whether to take that as sentence as a diss or compliment."

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I follow Di inside the dark lounge filled with cool music and hot people. I struggle to keep up so she grabs my hand and drags me to the bar.

"First round is on me!" She says and motions for the barman.

"No that's nonsense. We are celebrating you tonight!" I stop her. I hand the guy some money even though I have no idea what a 'round' is. He immediately places four shot glasses with what I think is tequila in front of us. Di gives me a wild look before raising her first glass, "Here's to Odette!" and chugs it down.

I carefully pick up mine and do the same. The drink burns intensely down my throat and I start to cough. Di's eyes widen and she bursts out laughing, half - heartedly hitting my back.

"This is so bad!" I wipe the remains off my lips and scowl at Di who has a great smile on her face.

"It's not. You just have to get used to it, you wuss." She chuckles. She easily throws back her second shot.

"Well at least I'm legal." I scoff. She just about shoves me off my seat.

"Shut up! They might hear you. It's really hard getting good drinks in this city." She whispers making me chuckle.

"Whatever." I then call over the same guy. "I'll just have a lemonade please."

The guy looks shocked. I notice how he tries, but fails, to keep in his laughs as he turns away to get my drink.

"You're such party pooper! We're here to celebrate. Have some fun!"

"I am. I just don't feel like I have to drink to have fun." I reassure her. "But please, go ahead. Get wasted. I'll look after you."

"Thanks, Pretty Boy."

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Ten shots and three lemonades later.

"Let's dance." Di slurs. She stumbles up from her seat and pulls me to the middle of the dance floor.

"I don't know what to do." I whisper for only her to hear.

"And you think I do?" She laughs loudly. "I don't have a fucking clue."

Before I can respond she pulls out her hair tie and starts jumping and swaying to the beat. I try to look cool so I bounce my leg and move my head. I have a strong feeling that I look like a chicken.

Bright coloured lights flash and I can feel the beat in my ribcage. Only songs unfamiliar to me play. I start to get bored, but then the Take Me To Church remix starts to play.

I inwardly squeak. Dear fuck I love this song. I see a similar expression on Di's face.

"Dance with me!" She begs and pulls me closer.

"Uhm.. I-" she wraps her tiny arms around me and starts moving her hips to the beat. If I buck my hips slightly, we would be.. touching. "Okay.."

The beat grows and just when I expect it to drop, it changes to a completely smooth beat with lots of bass.

Di pulls me by my belt loops up to her. I try to stay calm, but this is killing me.

She's just drunk. Don't do anything you'll regret.

She leans up and whispers in my ear, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

I clear my throat, "Y-yes."

"I'm glad."

She places an open mouthed kiss to my neck and I freeze. The movements of her hips don't seize as she continues to assault my neck. The grip of my hands on her hips involuntarily tightens and she moves even closer.

She places one last sloppy kiss to my jaw and says, "I really fancy you Pretty Boy. I can't wait to get to know you better."

She looks in my eyes once more before leaning closer to kiss my lips. The redness of her eyes makes me stop her.

I turn my face away and she kisses my cheek.

"You're drunk."

"No I'm not. I just had a few drinks." She whines. I pull away and hold her at arms length.

"You have a lot of alcohol in your system. You don't know what you're doing." I struggle to keep eye contact.

"I know what I'm doing. I'm telling you how I feel about you."

Di keeps trying to get closer to me but I restrain her.

"Di please stop. You're gonna hurt someone." I beg her. I capture both her hands in one of mine, but she continues to drunkenly giggle.

"Babe please. Just one kiss."

"N-no. Di, I'm taking you home now."

She snorts, "Ooh someone's horny." She wiggles her eyebrows.

"Yeah, and it's not me."

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