Basically the life I dream of having if I was lonely and needed Harry to give me love.
One-shots/imagines/blurbs about Harry Styles.
Y/N - Your name because you're the cutest
Trigger warning; brief mentions of rape, sexual assault read with caution <3
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Synopsis: a simple, true kind of love
October 1st 2017
Harry and Y/N met on during freshers week at University in 2017.
"Should we make out?"
They were stood in a closet now after meeting just ten minutes ago downstairs.
"M' names Harry." Harry spoke, sitting on the couch and looking down at his first drink of the night. He wasn't much of a drinker but also feared missing out or being seen as unordinary - at university, drinking felt like it was deemed the ordinary.
Y/N blushed, her cheeks pink from the humidity in the room and the fact that a guy was talking to her. She pulled down the sleeves of her dress to hide her shaky hands. She noticed she stuck out like a sore thumb with how she decided to dress, her long sleeves and knee length skirt juxtaposed every other girl in the room.
"'M Y/N." She responded. Harry nodded, sheepish and awkward as he tried to think about something to say.
They were sat side by side, looking out at the other people dancing to the music that echoed through the house. "What do you study?" Y/N managed to ask and cringed at the question. Was it normal to talk about school at a house party?
"Music." She nodded, trying to think up another question despite already asking one. "What about you?"
"English." She said and an awkward silence fell between them.
Harry eventually turned to look at her, lips parting at the natural beauty even just from looking at her side profile. Her hair was in waves that fell down her back and he thought her dress was pretty too. She had a tiny bump on the bridge of her nose that lead to her plump, cherry red lips.
She felt his gaze on him and turned her head, catching his eyes and looking down from embarrassment. He was beautiful like a living, breathing adonis. His eyes were a sea glass green and he had chestnut brown curls on his head.
"It's a little loud in here don't you think?" Harry spoke, his voice seemed closer to her now.
Y/N looked up and looked around at the crowd of people, "Just a little." She said.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" He wondered, maybe it would be easier to get to know her in a quieter setting.
Y/N followed him upstairs, wondering whether he knew where they were going and if he knew anyone else at the party. She had only just met him and despite his awkwardness, her trust issues were too much for her to just relax around him.
