Tall, Dark, & Handsome (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1

"Come on, Liz! It's our first college party. You have to go!" My best friend Spencer says.

"No. I still have some unpacking to do," I say firmly.

"Lighten up! Come on, please. Just this once? For me?" Spence begs. She obviously is not going to let this go anytime soon.

Sighing,"Fine, just this once. For you." I say defeated.

"Yay! College, here we come!" Oh God. This isn't going to end well.

An hour later we were both ready and arriving at the party. There were tons of people, and half of them were already drunk. Girls were grinding on girls, guys were watching with lustful eyes. People were making out in the corner, having sex in the bathroom, and getting drunk off of their asses. I knew we shouldn't have come.

In the corner, I see a tall, dark, curly haired guy staring at me. I catch his glare and he brings his cup to his lips and takes a sip, licking his lips seductively afterwards. He really was attractive.

"Liz," Spence calls my name in an attempt to capture my attention. "Liz. Elizabeth!"

"What?" I snap out if my gaze.

"You have been staring at that guy for the past five minutes. I'm going to go a drink," She disappears into the crowd.

I stand there alone, just checking out my surroundings. All of a sudden I feel hot breath on my neck. "Hello, love," I turn around to see the curly haired guy towering over me. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Uh...sure," I whisper, caught up in his deep emerald eyes. I wasn't much for drinking, but I felt like I couldn't say no to him. He captivated me.

Several moments later he reappears with a red solo cup in his hand. "For you," he says handing it to me. "What is your name, love?"

I take the drink from his hands and answer,"Elizabeth, but you can call me Liz," bringing the cup up to my mouth and taking a small sip. The alcohol burns my throat, giving me a rush.

"Elizabeth. What an elegant name. Mine is Harry," he takes a step closer to me.

"Elizabeth and Harry. Quite royal, aren't we? Isn't your queen's name Elizabeth and one of the princes Harry?" I question, assuming that he was British from his thick accent. The alcohol was already pulsing through my veins.

"Yes, it is," he chuckles. "Would you like to dance?" He extends his had to me with lustful eyes.

If I had not been slightly tipsy and he wasn't so enchanting I would have been sensible and said no. But the alcohol was coursing through my body and I decided to go with my instinct. "I would love to," I finish my drink and set it down on the nearest table and take his hand.

He pulls me into the middle of the room were mostly everyone that was not making out was dancing. He turns me around and I move my hips slightly to the rhythm of the music against his. After several minutes I feel him harden underneath me. Suddenly aroused, I move even closer to Harry and grind against him a but harder. He snakes his arms around my waist and whispers,"Lets get out if here, eh?" in my ear. I nod, unable to find words. I don't know what has gotten into me, my mother would be so ashamed. Oh wait, yes I do. The alcohol and the new found freedom of college.

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Hey guys! This is a new fanfic. I really like punk!harry. Anyway, as I said on my Instagram (@harrystylesimaginesx) if you vote and comment on here, tell me your IG name and I will give you a shoutout! Thank you guys so much. Next chapter at 20 reads, 5 votes, and 3 comments. **WARNING: NEXT CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT**

Liz xx