Harry Styles imagines + preferences

Take care of you

When Harry is drunk, he's out of it. Making out with you, dancing on tables and singing to Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. Then he's super clingy, resting his head on your shoulder as everything blurs around him. He's whining and fussing about how light headed he feels. You have to drag him up the stairs and into the bathroom, putting his curls in a clip as he begins to throw up.

'I've got you, love' you comfort him.

His body is shaking violently, eyes stinging with tears as he clutches his arms around you. You run your hand through his curls repeatedly, whispering softly to calm him down.

'Think I had a little too much' he grumbles, nuzzling his nose against the softness of your skin.

You keep stroking his hair while whispering softly and soon you're helping him up. He holds on to you, stumbling his way out of the bathroom.

'Think you can manage the trip home?' You ask him.

He simply nods, again resting his head on your shoulder.

The drive home is quiet as he closes his eyes to rest. His head is still spinning, vision blurry. He holds on to you again, grumbling his way through the door.

'You're not my girlfriend' he slurs and you can't help but laugh.

'S'not funny' he says defensively.

After attempting to change him in sweats he finally falls asleep sprawled out on the bed. You slip under the covers pulling it over the both of you and kiss him, whispering a Goodnight, drifting of to sleep.