Alcohol is a polarizing thing. It can bring out the best or the worst in people. It can help to create memories that last a lifetime of doing silly things with friends or bad memories, like ruin a sweet 16 because someone was so drunk they fell into and ruined a cake. It can do a lot of things. It changes the way people act and some will say it brings out people's true colors.
Apparently Sheila's true colors are that she laughs at everything and wants to be cuddled 24/7 which she and Hardy are figuring out together. As it turns out, his alcohol tolerance is much higher than hers, he could actually drink her under the table very easily if he wanted to.
They weren't trying to get drunk or anything, Harry says he's a bit past that at his age and it's never really been Sheila's favorite pastime since she hates hangovers, but Harry's mom sent him some of his favorite wine from back home and somehow a glass with dinner turned into 3 and then soon enough the two of them finished the bottle.
Harry is mostly fine, a little giggly, but overall has his head on straight, Sheila on the other hand has wide glassy eyes and is in a very clingy mood.
"Baby are you drunk?" Harry asks on a laugh when she comes back from the bathroom with as little grace as he usually has.
"No, maybe just a little tipsy," she says, swaying back and forth on her feet. "Will you dance with me?"
"Always," he replies, moving into her space and wrapping his arms around her waist.
They rock gently back and forth before Sheila gets an idea.
"Baby? Can we please go out and look at the stars?" She asks, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.
"That's a great idea," he replies, leaning down to kiss her sweetly.
She squeals in excitement as she grabs Harry's hand, he grabs a blanket off the back of the couch and then lays it out for them when they get outside. He lays down with an arm stretched out for her to rest on and she happily joins him, snuggling up to his side.
"Do you know any constellations?" He asks, nosing into her hair.
"No, but I can make some up," she says cheekily, shifting to look up at him.
"I'd love that," he replies, kissing her nose.
"Well, see that one over there that's curved," she points out. He nods so she continues, "That one's called Harry's eyebrow." Harry starts cackling at that, bringing his hand that's not on her hip up to cover his mouth. "And that super bright one over there?"
"The north star?" He asks.
"No silly," she says, turning to face him. "That's Harry's smile, the best most brightest thing I've ever seen."
"Love," he says, his face turning into a sweet, embarrassed smile.
"It's true and see those two really beautiful ones over there? They're called Harry's eyes," she says pointing up to them. She's not even that tipsy anymore, she just really, truly adores him.
Harry sighs and pulls her closer to him, kissing the side of her head. "Thank you darling. You make me feel beautiful," he says.
"Good. Want you to feel like that every day," she says, turning to kiss nose, cheeks, and then his lips.
Harry hums, kissing her again and again until they're both giggling and it's gotten cold outside. Sheila lays on top of him solely for warmth of course.
"We should go inside before we freeze," he whispers. She blinks down at him with her wide, hazel eyes smiling at him as he says, "Don't worry love, we can cuddle just like this inside my mini heater."

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The Fight of Ambivalence ~ Harry Styles
FanficSheila Abrams is a good, but quiet student who in her third year of college struggles with her Ancient History course. Harry Styles is a young and charismatic history professor who is more than happy to tutor her. ** Rated mature for language and s...