summary: in which y/n just wants to get her virginity out of the way and harry might just be the one to help her out with that
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warnings: smut!
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Tonight was the night.
(Y/N) is not going to psych herself out this time because it's getting old. She just needs to bite the bullet and do it. She's sure there will be many willing participants at the party her friend Maya is dragging her to tonight.
And it looks so easy. Every other person she's ever met makes it look so easy. They just go to a party, find someone they like and someone that likes them, and they sleep together. So, so simple. She can do it.
She tried to dress as casually as she could, but also give off the vibe that yes, she is available tonight to have fun. Maya has told her a few times that she can appear a bit standoffish, so she's trying to be the opposite this time. Whatever that is. She doesn't talk much because she's incredibly nervous when she's in a big group of people that she doesn't know and doesn't necessarily plan on knowing, so she kind of keeps to the outside. It's not her fault, she just might not be as outgoing as everyone else.
But tonight is different. She keeps cycling that through her brain as she struggles as usual trying to get her eyeliner right. She's been at this way longer than she'd admit to anyone, but it has to be as perfect as she can get it.
The dress that Maya let her borrow was something she normally would never wear. Just because she's almost certain if she bends over, it won't cover much. But it is a pretty dress, it's just tight and short. She is thankful that the sleeves that hang off her shoulders are long. It's something she'd probably never buy for herself. But she figures if she wants to lose her virginity, she has to try something new this time. Dress like the other girls who seem to find guys so easily.
The coursework she has to do for Monday that she'd usually be way caught up on is looming in the back of her mind. She normally will turn things in super early and have them out of the way so she can have a weekend in and cozy up in her room and have a movie marathon. But seeing as she all but jumped at the chance to go to a frat party with Maya tonight, her ten page essay will just have to wait.
She almost surprised herself at her willingness to go. (Y/N) loves to relax on Friday nights and not leave her room, but Maya often has to pry her out of bed so she has someone to go to parties with. Maya has other friends, but she likes keeping (Y/N) included and wants to get her out of her shell a little bit. They were roommates in the dorms as freshmen and when they were both able to get jobs in town and afford an apartment together, they moved. And she would consider them best friends now, at the end of their junior year.
Maya came to interrupt her in the middle of having a tiny panic episode over the eyeliner. It's frustrating, but it's even more frustrating because her hands keep shaking when she does it. She's not necessarily nervous. It's almost excitement. She just wants to leave their apartment already and get it over with. So, you could say she's a bit anxious, just to see how the night unfolds and if she'll fail again at trying to do something that looks so easy.
"(Y/N). You know tonight doesn't have to be the night. You've got so much time and—"
"I know, Maya, but I want to." She went back to her eyeliner and finally flicked the brush in the right way to get the look she wanted. It wasn't anything too crazy, but she's so out of practice with makeup that it took way longer than she would have liked it to.
"I'm just saying. Don't force yourself into something you don't want to do. And don't get with a total jerk, please." Maya is well aware of her desperation to just get it over with. It's nearly her senior year and she's barely touched someone else.
