Harry Styles Imagines

#11 He's Drunk

Harry hardly ever goes out to drink, so when he stumbles through the door I'm shocked- not in an angry way, of course.

"Baby, I'm sorry for getting like this," he slurs. I could see the disappointment written across his features. "It was Nick. This is Nick's fault. It was either I drank six shots or kiss Brianna," he tells me.

I wasn't sure why he thought this was such a big deal. The boy went out and got drunk, it happens. "Harry it-"

"Please forgive me," he begs, eyes growing wide. He resembled a sad puppy. I rarely got to see this side of him. If I didn't know any better I'd say it was the talking alcohol, not him. His body handles  alcohol very well.

I get up from my spot on the couch and go hug him. Immediately, he wraps his strong arms around me and rests his chin on top of my head. I could smell the faint scent of vodka on him. It wasn't too bad considering it was mixed with his cologne. Together the two smelt pretty good.

"You're forgiven. I love you," I say into his chest.

He lets out a relieved breath. "Thank you."

Moments later we head to our room to get ready for bed. He ends getting in the shower to wash away tonight's events. All I do is change into one of my old T-shirts, crawling into bed afterwards.

When Harry comes out of the bathroom all he has is a towel wrapped around his waist. I try not to stare, but his abs and tattoos are too eye catching. Almost immediately, he notices and heat rushes to my cheeks.

"Sorry," I murmur, forcing myself to look away. He chuckles.

Soon (dressed of course) he gets into bed with me. After the lights are out, I feel his arms making their way around my waist. The feeling is a familiar one. Safety.

A sigh leaves his lips, I could feel the warm air of on my neck. "Boy, I'm tired as fuck," he admits, catching me off guard. That word was one he didn't use often. "Oops, I meant-" he stops talking.

"Well, Mr. Styles, Santa Claus should've gotten you coal this year," I tease, smiling to myself.

He starts giggling and that's when I figure he's still intoxicated. It was kind of cute hearing such a girly sound come from him, especially since he looks like someone who'd strangle you. Everybody knows he wouldn't hurt a fly.

"You would've went crying to your mommy, but she would've transformed into Santa and given you a coal flavored lolly." By now my tiredness was talking. "The same transformation would happen to Gemma."

Harry's hold around me loosens as laughter erupts from his mouth. It was music to my ears. "Fuck," he gasps. I can't help but laugh a little myself; it was contagious. "My stomach hurts." His laughter eventually dies into chuckles.

The best part about all of this is the fact that I wasn't being that funny. He just couldn't help himself.

"Poor baby." I pat his hands.

"Baby, I'm never coming home drunk again. You make me laugh too much." He softly kisses the back of my head.

"Thanks, I try," I joke.

We eventually drift off to sleep.

END

Remember kids, never drive under the influence.