Spotted || Harry Styles

Careless.

(A/N: This picture though. . .)

"And..and then they were like "what the fûck is a chonce?" and then I just. . ." Harry tipsily trailed off, starting to giggle to himself.

"I see," I drawled out, amusement in my voice. "Because he's Irish, right?" It's not like I didn't know any of this before.

"Wha- oh yeah! He wa-is! He is!" Harry slurred as he held his stomach, giggling just a little bit harder. Nope, not tipsy. Definitely drunk.

If there was anything new that I learned about Harry since meeting him, it was that he was a hardcore lightweight. After he proposed that he could get me to party, he decided that getting me wasted was the easiest way to let loose. Boy, was he wrong.

Only until I convinced him to drink the same amount as me did Harry request a pitcher of beer and several tequila shots, along with the champagne we were already drinking. I was surprised they even served it to us, considering the fact that I looked way too underage and they probably couldn't serve so much in one night. Perks of being Harry Styles, I guess.

Harry only took down a shot before I realized he wasn't sitting upright in his seat. This'll be fun. I've read about drunken Harry before; sexy and angry or childish and clumsy. At this point, I was hoping for the latter. I could not deal with a Harry yelling or making a scene at the moment.

Resting my arm on my elbow and my head on my chin, I stared at the man across from me, who was currently rubbing his eyes. How he managed to still look devilishly handsome was beside me. I smiled as Harry accidentally knocked a fork off the table, grumbling to himself as he sluggishly made his bend down to pick it up.

"You need a little help there?" I asked slowly as his fingers wiggled to try and reach the silverware. "Wha? Oh, no no, love. I'm okay. . ." he replied in a slow rasp, my question probably startling him as a wide pair of green eyes made contact with mine. "You sure?" He straightened in his seat a little, nodding his head after a quiet 'mhm' was heard. He shot me a lazy smile, leaning back in his chair and locking his fingers together behind his head. "Have I ever told you how pretty you are?"

Considering all that Harry talked about for the past few hours were One Direction's shenanigans on the road, this question caught me by surprise. I felt a blush coming on my cheeks, but I shook my head. He's drunk. He's probably delusional. I thought for a moment, then replied, "Actually, yes. But not in this situation."

His expression copied mine, but his smile faded and he surprisingly sobered for a moment as he said, "Sorry you have to deal with me being drunk. Not how I planned our second date to go, but we'll have more opportunities." After his short explanation, he yawned as I dawned on the fact that he called this a date. And that there might be more in the future.

A cheesy smile grew on my face before I whispered, "I sure hope so."

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"Okay hotshot, I think it's time we go back," I offered to Harry, who was on his way back from his third trip to the restroom. "I'm not sure if the workers will be happy if we stay any longer."

"You think so?" he asked as he lazily strolled back to the table, waving at a waiter passing by. He only replied with an annoyed eye roll.

It was currently 1 and while I finished off my second beer, Harry drank half of the shots. Oh joy. As much as I enjoyed his presence, we both were getting tired after all the little stories and memories we've shared about each other.

I got up from my chair and put some cash on the table (a drunk Harry tends to forget about the bill), helping Harry stand up straight after he almost fell to the floor.

I laughed at his clumsiness once more as he wrapped his arms around me, letting all his weight go. Humming in satisfaction, Harry's alcohol-induced breath filled my nose before he pressed his lips to my temple.

"Thank god for you," he whispered quietly as I helped him walk towards the door.

"Don't thank me, silly," I retorted. "Just remind me not to let you drink next time around, yeah?"

He let out a throaty laugh, with something along the lines of 'you got that right'. "I guess the party life's become part of me now."

"You're talking nonsense," I reminded him as we stood outside, waiting for the Uber. I looked to make sure Harry was occupied, and he was kicking rocks as he strolled in a circle.

Checking my phone, I opened up Instagram and scrolled through my feed. Yet, one post made my finger freeze and my blood run cold. I stared at the screen in shock until I heard Harry's voice ask, "Something wrong?" This couldn't be happening.

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A/N: Uh oh. What do you think she saw, hmm? Anywho, I'm starting a new Calumn Hood fanfic called Carry On and I'm very very excited to be working on it so if you'd take the time to read it is be v v grateful!!! The prologue is the only thing up brut there's more to come soon:) Remember to keep up the votes and the comments, until next time!

-M