Harry Styles One Shots

You Lost (short)

"Alright, then I'll do an alternative!" Harry tried reasoning with me once more. I sighed in annoyance and pure amusement. "Sorry, baby cakes, but a bet is a bet," I tightened the other belt on the armrest. "And you lost." I pressed a quick kiss to his still manly face before it would be pampered and covered in makeup.

Niall and Harry made a bet - something about taking the most shots without passing out or throwing up. Harry isn't much of a drinker, Niall drinks for his life. Niall obviously won. The loser had to wear makeup and be dressed as a girl all day. The winner was allowed to pick the day. Niall picked today. Today, the boys had a meet-and-greet.

"Y/n, get these off of me." He struggled against the restraints. "Mm, how about no?"

Grabbing my makeup bag, I started with the foundation, covering any blemish or ache on his skin. He squeezed his eyes shut, and tried moving from me. After that was finished, I put on a little bit of blush.

Next was the eye shadow and eyeliner, then the mascara and lip gloss was last.

Now I did his hair. I get to flat iron it.

"Move that pink fucking stick thing away from me." Harry said, as I brought it closer to him. Before I put on his lip gloss, I plugged in the iron, and let it heat for a little bit. "A bet is a bet, baby boy."

I pinned up certain parts of his hair and began to straighten it. He groaned, "I hate you."

"Mm, love you too."

After all his hair was straight, I played in his soft, greasy locks. He was going to wash it when today was over, I'd make sure of that.

I parted the front of his hair, holding it over his forehead, "You should get bangs."

"Like hell I should," He huffed. "Get these fucking belts off of me, I won't ask again."

I did as was told, and unbuckled his wrists. He stood up, and walked to the mirror in the hallway. "My hair looks fucking stupid!"

"Language, Harry! If I can't curse, you can't curse either!"

"I can fucking curse all I fucking want because this is my damn house."

"Its mine as well. So if you get to curse, I get to, too."

"Like hell you are."

I raised an eyebrow at him. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Its so oily."

"Fucking wash it every once and a while." I muttered under my breath. He visibly tensed.

Niall called. I only knew that because I have a certain ringtone for that Irish idiot.

"Sup, Nail." I teased. "Hey, bitch, where's Haz? Meet-and-Greet starts in an hour." He said. "He's playing with his hair. He's not even properly fucking dressed."

"Did you just swear?" He laughed. "Do it again, Y/n, and I will hurt you." Harry growled. "If Harry is allowed to curse, than so am I." I shrugged. "True," Niall agreed with me. But only because I agreed to manipulate their bet. I love Harry, but I wanted him to lose so bad.

"Alright, well I gotta go. Tell the dickhead Paul is on his way."

"'Kay, bye Niall."

He hung up. "Go get your skinny ass dressed, Paul is on his way." I smiled. Harry growled once more before stomping to the room and slamming the door shut.