Harry Styles One Shots

Misunderstanding (Long)

I rung out my wet hair on the carpet beneath me, and pushed it behind me to rest on my back. I grabbed my brush, and gently brushed out the knots in my hair. I've always been tender headed, even the slightest pull on my hair and my eyes water in pain. When my hair when knot free, I rolled it in a bun. Letting the towel fall off of my body, I slipped on a pair of skinny jeans and a white blouse. I latched on my necklace, the one Harry got me this morning for my birthday. I smiled as I held the charm in my hand, and I softly kissed it.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?"

I turned around, seeing him leaning against the door frame. He smiled when he saw I wore the necklace. "I'll be fine, Harry," I smiled. My friend, Maya, was taking me out to a club, I think. It was me, her, and her girlfriend. Harry wasn't allowed to come, since it was a girls night. So he spent all day with me, buying me clothes, jewelry - spoiling me like the rich kid he was.

Harry was always so protective of me, he never let me leave his sight. After I had been put hospitalized by one of his fans hitting me in the head with a metal bar a few months back, Harry has been on high alert. I told him I would be fine, but he still insisted I carried around a pen or pencil to stab anyone in the face if I had to.

"Do you have your pen?"

I was gonna toss it as soon as Maya picked me up, but reaching into my handheld purse, I pulled out the blue pen, showing it to him. "Good girl."

"Harry, I'll be okay. Don't worry too much. I'll be back I before midnight, the latest."

"Yeah, you better."

"You spent all day with me," I giggled. "Well, so what? You're still my girlfriend, and I want you home because baby we are far from being finished with your birthday presents." His lame attempts to seduce me made me laugh harder than I should have. "Yeah, thanks Styles." I heard a car horn beep outside and I quickly slipped on my flats. "Do I look okay?" I faced Harry, holding my arms out, and turning around. When I faced him again, he was smiling. "Beautiful, as always," I smiled, blushing as a response. I walked to him, stood on my tippy toes and lightly pressed my lips to his.

Grabbing my phone, I slipped it in my back pocket, and Harry walked me to the door. I opened it, seeing Hope, Maya's girlfriend, standing there. She smiled at me, before shaking hands with Harry. "Keep my baby safe," he pleaded. Hope nodded, "Of course! She'll be fiiine, trust me." Harry gave a small smile before spinning me around and resting his forehead on my own. He gave me one kiss, two kisses, three and four. "Harry, I need to go," I giggled when he continued to peck my lips. "Be careful,"

"I know!" I laughed, and wiggled out of his grasp. "Have fun!" He shouted after me. I turned around, smiling and he blew me a kiss. I blew one back, and he waved. I got in the car with Maya, and she held her hand out. I automatically gave her the pen. She pulled out of the driveway, and drove to the club.

I could hear the music several blocks away. "Plan on getting drunk?" Hope asked, turning to look at me. "Probably, probably not. Do we have a designated driver?"

"Probably, probably not." Maya mocked me. I rolled my eyes but laughed. "Just kidding, I'm the driver so you can get drunk off your ass, and replace the blood in your veins with alcohol," Maya parked the car and smirked at me. I giggled, "No thanks. I don't think Harry will appreciate me coming home drunk-"

"Oh, Harry can shove donkey shit up his ass! This your birthday! Your night! Not Harry's!"

I puffed air from my cheeks, but got out the car. "Okay, fine." Hope cheered and I pursed my lips. We had to wait in line, but with Hope's amazing flirting, we managed to skip to the front. We had easily made it inside the club and instantly walked to the bar. I ordered a soda, not yet wanting to drink. I'm not starting my night out like that yet.