This is my first book ever so I decided to start with imagines . Yes, I am a One Direction Fan. I adore the boys and love their songs. And yes I am a Harry fan. A few of these images will be made by yours truly but I am accepting requests. No h...
What a start for a vacation. Here I am at a club, watching people make fool out of themselves on the dance floor, but it looks like they are enjoying it at least. Me? I'm the stick in the mud hiding in the corner, sipping on a nonalcoholic drink. I hate drinking. I would have the occasional cocktail sometimes but I rather be sober tonight instead of feeling like shit tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'm finally going to see my favorite band live in concert, One Direction. I have saved all I could to make this trip and now I finally made it. It took me several years. I just have one wish. To meet the boys of One Direction. I stopped drinking my drink as soon as I started making loud slurping noises. Time for a refill. I get up and walk towards the bar, pushing my way in through the sweaty, drunken sea of bodies. "Ew, ew, ew!" I groaned when I felt men and possibly a woman, try to grope my ass. I finally made it to the bar but I shrieked in surprise when a body falls in front of me.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" Loud laughter came from him, yeah I could tell it was a guy. Yeah he was drunk as hell. It was hard to see his face with all the flashing lights going off in the club. I reached down to help him up.
"Oopsie daisy." A raspy, British voice slurred. He took my hand and I helped him stand on his wobbly legs. He was tall, with long curly brown hair. He finally stood straight up in front of me. I could see clearly now who he was and I couldn't believe it. Harry Styles!
"H-h-hi. Are you ok?" I asked.
His body swayed a little as he stared down at me with his piercing emerald eyes. He let out a small hiccup and smiled at me.
"You're beautiful." He slurred and reached to touch my cheek. I swear I thought I felt sparks dance on my skin from his touch.
"Um. Thanks." I smiled and blushed.
Suddenly I'm being yanked on to the dance floor, "Come dance with me, Beautiful." He shouts over the music.
"Uh, Shouldn't you go back to your friends? I'm sure they are looking for you." I said, nervously.
I let out a small squeak when he pulls me into his arms and starts leading. If you call that dancing, he was so drunk and out of it. He was singing with the lyrics and slurs mumbles. He finally drapes himself over me. Lord he was heavy! It was a miracle I didn't fall.
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I squealed when I feel his hands roaming a little too low.
He giggles and tries to straighten up, "You're so beautiful. I feel something with you. What's you name?" He slurs.
"Y/n." I said, but I doubted he would remember me after the night was over.
"Pretty." He smiles. He looks up and shouts a cheer.
I turn and see three more drunks. One I recognize as Louis Tomlinson. He gave Harry a hug and a pat. He was slurring his words just as bad as Harry. Talking about his son Freddie (Who is so adorable!). I guess this was my time to leave so I turn and go back to my booth to grab my stuff. I turn to look where Harry was and he was holding on to Louis for support. I guess I got my wish. At least half. Tomorrow I will get to see them live. I cannot wait.
