FINE LINE (Harry styles comfort imagines)

SIXTEEN

LUCKY DAY

Synopsis: y/n is your average girl, just living her best life- one night she goes to a club just expecting to have fun and chill but that all gets twisted when a group of guys hound her and try to take her home with them, but one man who's kept his eyes on her for the entire night won't let that happen.

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"Oh yeah you're definitely dressed like that for a reason... wanna hook up," the group of men around you were practically saying the same thing over and over again, your heart was beating out of your chest. You were full of anxiety. These men had been hounding you for a good 10 minutes and no one had said a thing, two blondes were sat either side of you and three guys were inches away from touching your back, keeping you blocked in practically. You felt sick to your stomach. "You're actually so pretty..." one of them said with a little grin, "I'm Daniel and you are?" He held his hand out for you distracting you completely from your surroundings and you gulp harshly of course his name is Daniel you then slowly reach your hand out shaking his hand "nice to meet you..." you murmur unsure, "I'm y/n. Just here to chill. I don't want to hook up" you state simply, a look of disappointment forming on Daniel's face "shame" he spoke, and unbeknownst to you the other blonde on your other side had poured a white powder into your drink, his mates egging him on further but you didn't really focus on that too focused on how uncomfortable they were making you feel.

However you also didn't notice the curly haired man, sat down on a table just behind you, his green eyes full of concern as he had watched the whole entire thing. He was going to help a long time ago but he wasn't entirely sure whether you were actually in trouble or whether they were your friends, but upon seeing the white substance float into your drink, and he knew in an instant that friends most definitely wouldn't drug each other... Harry was quick to stand up as he moved to where you were sat his tattoos glimmering in the light as he got closer and closer to the bar before he tapped one of the brown haired guys on the shoulder making him move before Harry's arm wrapped around your waist as he gently pulled you up from your sitting position "sorry to disappoint, I've got to whisk this one away... she's not feeling too well. An early night is in order for her." He chuckled out as you looked up at your saviour his jawline sharp, eyes a beautiful green colour and face the exact beauty of an Angel. You recognised him well- he was Harry styles but right now wasn't the time to fangirl about that...

"Aren't you from that boyband? One direction." One of them laughed out, "oh yeah you're so right! The band that's so gay. Try to convince everyone they're straight but really they're all fucking," the man chastised clearly trying to get on Harry's nerves "ha ha very funny. You all look like you give each other blowjobs in the bathroom... don't you? Got no woman to help you out so you do what bros do, yeah? Is that why you drugged her drink? Yeah I saw that." He said immediately shutting the rowdy group up as you looked up to him shocked... they had drugged your drink? Shit your heart sank into your stomach. That knowledge made you feel sick and vulnerable. Harry then picked up the glass that had been drugged before he threw the red liquid into Daniel's face watching as he clutched his eyes fear seemingly being knocked into all of them at the same time, once a man stands up for a woman they all become weak. Huh. Funny. "Disgusting, all of you. Buck up your fucking ideas otherwise I will press charges... if I really wanted to I could get the cops to arrest your dumb asses right now but I like to think you'll all change." He said knowing they wouldn't change, Harry didn't like using his fame to his advantage but knowing these men were going to hurt you an innocent vulnerable woman made him feel sick. "C'mon" he soon murmured looking down at you as he lead you out of the club, hand remaining on the small of your back as he guided you outside to safety. Harry would've done so much more if it weren't for the fact that he wanted to comfort you, his breathing slightly unsteady with anger. What he had done wasn't enough but was enough at the same time, his actions were completely justified. He found it incredibly disturbing and humiliating how no one else stepped in to help you... knowing this most likely happened to other people and people just sat and watched it. Allowing it to happen.