Harry Styles One Shots

Clubbing Nightmare

It had been a long, exhausting week, and Clara, [Y/N]'s best friend, wasn't about to let her spend another night cooped up at home.

"You've been glued to work and your couch for too long," Clara said, tossing clothes out of [Y/N]'s closet with abandon. "Come on, [Y/N]. One night out. You need this."

[Y/N] gave her friend a doubtful look. "I'm not sure. Harry and I were talking about having a chill night tonight."

Clara waved a hand dismissively. "Harry will survive one night without you. You've been together long enough to spend an evening apart. You deserve to let loose, have a little fun."

"I don't even know if I'm in the mood," [Y/N] admitted, picking at the hem of her hoodie.

"Well, then get in the mood." Clara grinned mischievously, holding up a sleek black dress. "This one. It's perfect. You're going to look amazing, and we're going to have the best night ever."

Eventually, after much convincing (and a quick text to Harry, letting him know her plans), [Y/N] relented. She slipped into the dress and let Clara do her makeup, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in her chest that she'd rather be curled up at Harry's place.

When she kissed him goodbye earlier that evening, Harry had smiled warmly. "Go have fun, love," he'd said, brushing his thumb over her cheek. "Call me if you need anything, yeah?"

She'd nodded, her heart fluttering at his easy reassurance. Now, standing in the middle of a crowded club, the loud music vibrating through her chest, she wished she'd stayed home.

The club was packed, bodies pressed together on the dance floor, a cacophony of laughter and music filling the air. Clara and the others were in their element, already tipsy and giggling as they danced. For a while, [Y/N] tried to let herself relax. She sipped on a single drink, swaying to the music with Clara by her side.

But then she noticed him.

The man was standing near the bar, his eyes fixed on her with a smirk that made her skin crawl. She tried to ignore him, turning her attention back to her friends.

"I'm going to get some water," she said to Clara, raising her voice over the music.

Clara nodded absently, too caught up in the rhythm to notice [Y/N] slipping away.

At the bar, she ordered a glass of water, hoping the cool liquid would calm her nerves. But before she could take a sip, the man appeared beside her.

"Hey there," he said, his voice smooth and confident.

"Hi," [Y/N] replied politely, taking a step back to put some space between them.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"No, thank you," she said quickly. "I'm just having water."

He chuckled, leaning closer. "Water? Come on, let me get you something stronger."

"I'm good," she said firmly, clutching her glass.

"You sure? A pretty girl like you deserves a proper drink."

Her stomach twisted with discomfort. "I'm sure. Thanks."

His persistence was unnerving, but she managed to slip away and return to her friends.

"Who was that?" Clara asked, noticing the man lingering in the distance.

"Some guy who won't take a hint," [Y/N] muttered, her irritation growing.

Clara shrugged, her words slurring slightly. "Maybe he just thinks you're cute. Can you blame him?"

"I told him I have a boyfriend," [Y/N] said, crossing her arms.