Harry Styles BSM

*Requested* Vegas

*Requested* Vegas

Harry: (Age 15)

You were finally in Vegas and you could not be happier, especially because your boyfriend was with you. You had just gotten to the hotel and were changing into clothes better suited for Vegas exploring. When you came back out of the bathroom, Harry was in you and your boyfriends room.

"What's up?" You asked him putting the clothes you just took off into your bag.

"The boys and I are going out. I don't want either of you leaving the hotel, or even your room for that matter, understood?" He asked sternly and he rolled his eyes.

"Harry, we're in Vegas. You gotta let us live a little." You groaned.

"Not alone. You don't know what kind of people are out there. Do. Not. Leave. The. Room." He said then left the room.

You and your boyfriend obeyed his rules for the first 30 minutes and then you got bored.

"Let's just go on a little walk." You suggested.

"Y/N, you heard what your brother said." Your boyfriend said.

"Harry tends to be a little overdramatic at times," You said. "We'll just go now and be back in like 15 minutes. He'll never even know we left." You suggested and your boyfriend slowly agreed.

You both put your shoes on and then left the hotel.

As you were walking around you lost track of time and soon 15 minutes turned into 30 minutes, which then turned into an hour.

You were just about to go into a little shop when you heard your guys' names.

"Y/N, Y/B/N? What are you guys doing here?" You heard a Bradford accent say.

"Um... We... I..." You stuttered.

"Harry's not going to be happy about this." Zayn raised his eyebrows.

"Please, please, please don't tell him. We'll go straight back to the hotel." You pleaded.

"Sorry, but I can't do that." He said. "Come with me." He said. You groaned before you and your boyfriend started following him.

You followed him to a restaurant and went inside. As soon as Harry's eyes landed on you too, you could see how pissed he was. He got up and started walking towards the door, pointing for you guys to follow. You trudged behind him and into the busy street.

"What the hell were you two thinking? Oh wait, you weren't." Harry yelled, already attracting attention.

"Harry, can we not do this here?" You asked, you're cheeks turning red.

"Why not? You guys wanted to come out so bad, there's no point in going in." He said. "Why the hell did you leave the hotel, after I told you not to?" He asked.

"Because we got bored. We're in Vegas and you're not letting us do anything." You said.

"You're 15!" He boomed. "What the hell can you even do without an adult?" He asked.

"Um, live a little. You're acting like we're 2. Newsflash Harry, I grew up." You said.

"Obviously you didn't, because if you had you wouldn't have been so stupid." He said and you rolled your eyes.

"I-" You started but were immediately cut off by Harry.

"No, this is over. Let's go back to the hotel, where you're both under complete lockdown." He said and grabbed you and your boyfriends hands. You quickly pulled your hand away.

"We don't need to hold your hand." You said giving him a disgusted face.

"Apparently, you do." He said and took you hand again. You walked to the hotel in an awkward silence and then went up to your room. He gave you guys one last look before leaving the room and shutting the door. You sat down on one of the beds and sighed heavily.

"So much for Vegas." You mumbled.