Imagines

Bad Luck (Harry)

You could hear him before the door opened; singing What Makes You Beautiful in a drunken stupor as he runs into the walls of the apartment. The two of you aren't supposed to see each other until tomorrow but you knew he would show up. You were the first person he looked for whenever he had had one too many.

The door swings open but you are already sitting up. His beautiful mouth breaks into his cheeky grin and he runs over and falls on top of you, pushing you back into the mattress.

"How did I know you would show up here?" You giggle as he nuzzles into your neck. His lips trail kisses down your jaw and you find yourself wondering how he can make you feel so good when his blood stream is intoxicated with alcohol.

"Because you know me," he smiles down at you as you push your fingers into his messy brown curls. His lips touch yours, softly like they always do.

"You know it's bad luck for the bride and groom to share a bed the night before their wedding right, Harry?"

"Since when do we do things by the book?" He raises an eyebrow at you and then presses himself against your pelvis. You gasp at the feeling of his erection pressing between your thighs and he chuckles.

The door to the bedroom swings open and you look over his shoulder to see Cara, Louis, Niall, Zayn, Liam, and Ed all running in to grab him off of you.

"Told you he'd be here," Louis laughs.

"You're not allowed tonight," Ed laughs as Liam and Zayn escort Harry out of your bedroom. "Sweet dreams, Y/N."

You are laughing as they all filter out of your bedroom and you are grateful that your soon to be husband has such great friends (even if they did loose track of him for a few minutes during his bachelor party).

"I love you!" You hear Harry call from somewhere near the door. The other boys all laugh and tease him. You hear the apartment door close and lock and then you lay back down.

You look at the clock: 2:47AM. Only five more hours until your bridesmaids and mother are going to be here to get you all dressed and ready.

Only seven more hours until you get to say I do.