Haaaaaarrrryyy," you shriek, wrapping your arms around him as you stumble. "Let's go to bed and have fun naked time!" as you hit dem folks sloppily Harry laughs and shakes his head, steadying you with his hands. "Babe, you're definitely a horny drunk," he says, leading you out of the club carefully. He was slightly buzzed, wanting to keep an eye on you as you downed shots like they were water. "Drunk? I'm not drunk, you're just so hot," you slur. "The CURLS. VOLUPTUOUS!" He laughs once again and lays you in the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt. "OH, ROLEPLAY? YOU BE THE DRIVER, I'LL BE THE CAR SITTER-INNER!" you say, tugging the seatbelt with your hand, Harry gets in the driver's seat and shakes his head. "As much as I would like to take you up on that earlier 'fun naked time' offer," Harry says, driving towards home. "I'm not about to take advantage of a very drunk (Y/N). I find you highly amusing." You raise your eyebrows and stroke his hair as he drives. "Meowwww, hard to get," you say, laughing as if it's the funniest thing you've ever heard. You pull off your shirt and toss it out the car window, shouting with amusement. "TAKE IT OFF!" you shout, only wearing your bra and your jeans. "Let's get you home before you lose all the clothes," Harry says with a grin, picking you up and carrying you to your flat, but not before you manage to lose your skirt as well. Let's just say the next morning you woke up nearly naked beside a fully-clothed Harry, and you were very, very hungover.
