𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝙶𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜

"And then he was all 'Y/N, you can't buy things just cause they're cute!' and I was all-" Y/N tells the group of their friends, putting on a deep British accent to mock Harry.

Harry was watching her with a fond smile as she tells the story with the same enthusiasm she would when she's talking about one of her favourite books or movies. She was absolutely drunk and Harry found she was an incredibly cute drunk person.

She was cute all the time but when she was drunk she was a lot less shy about certain things and wasn't as tense which he found was nice, he didn't like when she was stressing because it always made him stress too.

There was a group of around five of Y/N's closest friends, they were nice for humans, Harry supposes. They were a bit rowdy and awfully clumsy but Y/N was happy which was all that mattered to him.

"He's got a point though Y/N, you do buy a lot of random nick nacks," Zayn chuckles, who Harry found was a lot nicer than he first gave him credit for.

They had a conversation about art, Zayn seemed interested in what tips Harry had to give and Harry liked talking about his favourite things to people that were willing to listen.

Harry was reserved for the most part though, he wasn't chatty unless he felt comfortable anyway and he always got more cold around a lot of humans, it was instinct.

Y/N gasps suddenly at the sound of a song playing and everyone but Harry collectively groans, "I love this song!" She grins as she stands up quickly, Harry subconsciously, rests his hand on her arm to steady her so she doesn't fall.

"Let's dance," She says to Harry, grabbing both of his hands, "Oh no, I don't dance pet," He shakes his head but Y/N stares at him pleadingly, "Dance with me!" She demands and starts to try and yank him up.

"Okay, okay," He gives in, following after her to the dance floor, setting his drink back down on the table.

"You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk," She sings at him with a smile and Harry can't help the smile that stretches over his mouth as she holds onto him and dances.

"You're so cool it makes me hate you so much," She sings, throwing her hands around his neck and singing to him. He feels like this song resonates with them in some ways but he'll never admit it, at least not for now.

"Whiskey on ice, sunset in vine, you've ruined my life, by not being mine!" She sings but also shouts, clinging onto him and smiling at him so much that it makes his heart hurt at how fucking cute she is.

He found it ironic because his drink of choice was also a whiskey on ice.

"I really like you Harry," She tells him over the music, "Yeah? I'll tell you a secret," He says, leaning down to her ear, "I really like you too," He smiles, letting her rest her head on his chest as the song changes to a slower one, Y/N's smile still doesn't falter.

...

Niall was convinced that Harry and Y/N were meant to be.

They were unbelievably adorable and watching them the whole night proved what he already knew. Harry was just as gone for her as she is for him, if not more.

Not only does he look at her like she hung the moon with her own two hands but it's also the little things.

Getting her to balance out her drinks with water. Steadying her when she almost trips. Asking her how she feels every so often. Doing anything she asks, including dancing when he didn't want to. Letting her sink her body into him when she felt like it. Not getting irritated when she did the most irritating things, for example when Niall spilled a droplet of his drink on Harry and apologised, Harry reluctantly said 's'fine' while glaring at him.