One Direction Interracial Imagines & Preferences

You're His Step-Sister (Harry)

"Girl hold up. . .I'm gonna call you back. ." You said looking at your house in shock while pulling into the driveway. Suprisingly no one parked in it but they sure did on the lawn.

Harry, your new step brother, was throwing a party while you guys parents were on holiday.

You immediately got out your car, locking it, and making a threatening stare at a group just letting them know not to even try you.

Inside the house you saw people grindin' dippin' and splittin' everywhere.

Pushing lanky dudes and stank b*tches out the way you finally found Harry surrounded by girls passing a bong around.

By the time you got over to him it was his turn. You immediately grabbed it.

"Harry! What the f*ck is this?!" Gestering towards the whole house. It smelled really bad. It would be really hard to get the stench out the whole house.

"Y/n! Just chill out. Stop trippin over every little thing. Have fun, mom and dad aren't home, so who cares." He then took the bong from you lighting it up and taking his puff.

He was right. You were stressing about everything later so it's time to have a break.

If your parents come, Harry's gonna get blamed anyway.

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"GIRL YA BAD GIRL YA BAD GIRL YA BAD GIRL YOU NEED A SPANKIN' HERE COME THEM BOTTLES GIRL TELL ME WHAT YOU DRANKIN' FROM THE TABLE TO THE CAR FROM THE CAR TO THE CRIB CAUSE TONIGHT I NEED SOME ENTERTAINMENT! " You and y/f/n sang/yelled together.

After deciding you needed this you called your homegirl to let her know what's up. She came and now y'all steady popping bottles.

You two were pretty drunk so you decided to go to your room to stay away from the drinks a little bit, just sober up if something happens.

You and y/f/n stumbled up the stairs, saying incoherent mess. When you made it to your door, opening it you saw your boyfriend, y/c/n, making out with some becky.

"Oh my f*cking- Y/f/n! Do you see this sh*t or am I that drunk?!" You slurred. The drinks caused you to be more dramatic than mad, but once you sober up, he gon' get it.

"Nah bih, I don't know what you seeing but I see trash on yo bed! It stank!" Y/F/N slurred out laughing a little bit.

And then it hit your drunk a**.

"B*TCH THEY ON MY BED-HAIRRY HAIIRRY!! GET THEM AWAY!! " You yelled through the house.

Harry somehow heard you through the loud music, walking up the stairs ever so slowly, y/f/n whispered in his ear something along the lines of:"I'm telling you they trash."