Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Ewwww

"Ewww!" I blurted out immediately after my mum announced the news that Harry will be spending the night with us. 

Mum shot me a warning glance and continued. "C'mon now, honey... I thought you were more mature than this... He's just coming over to stay for a night, don't you worry."

"And why does he have to sleep with me again?" I crossed my arms, demanding an explanation.

"Because there's no way I'm letting him sleep on the couch, that's not a way to treat our guests..."

I rolled my eyes. Sure, we can't let the guest sleep on the couch but instead, let's sacrifice our daughter's bed and not worry about her and Harry doing something inappropriate. What parents don't question what two opposite sex will do in a bedroom alone? My parents.

 But then again, they probably wouldn't have dreamt of that because, let's just say me and Harry aren't exactly best friends. God knows why I hate him, I just do. Do you ever get this burning hatred inside you as soon as you see a random stranger, for no reason whatsoever? 

That's Harry to me, alright. Maybe it's just how he's so popular at school and I'm just a lowly person that's so insignificant in the school's popularity hierarchy, probably no one would notice if I'm gone.

The thing is, his mum and my mum ARE best friends, and guess who gets to babysit baby Harry when the whole family's out for the night? It's not like Harry's that young he couldn't take care of himself (he's 17, for God's sake) or go to one of his many mates' houses, but Anne prefer Harry to be in my mum's care to make sure he stays grounded and hopefully bond with (bleurgh) me.

I shuddered, already dreading the night.

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"Hey there, Harry!" My mum greeted him cheerfully when he rocked up on the front of our doorstep around 9 while he gave her one of his signature grin, (the one where his annoyingly cute dimple showed prominently) and gave her a peck on her cheek.

"Hi, Mrs Y/L/N. Really sorry for troubling you tonight..." Harry managed to look apologetic while I glared at him from the kitchen counter.

"Come on in and make yourself home, yeah?" My mum offered to carry Harry's overnight bag but he promptly refused. 

"Well then, Y/N can bring you to her room, where you'll be staying for the night." Harry's expression scrunched up into a face of disgust, obviously not knowing this fact prior to coming here.

He caught my eyes and I rolled my eyes and made a finger gun, pointing it to my temple, showing him how much I'm against this too.

After replying to my mum that he already ate dinner, we were both excused to my room for the rest of the night. 

"Night sweetheart, night Harry!" She smiled and blew kisses towards us.

"Night." Me and Harry responded at the same time, stare at each other and looked away.

We didn't say a word as we trudged up the stairs, but once we're out of Mum's sight, I glared at him while he threw me an innocent look. I hate it when he gives everyone his angel child look so he never gets in trouble.

I flung open the door to my room loudly as a 'warm' welcome towards him while he gaped my bed.

"Soooo..." Harry started then looked at me up and down at my worn out tee and black shorts.

I instinctively took a step back and warned: "Don't you dare get any ideas!"

Harry rolled his eyes before free falling on my bed, causing the springs to make a slight noise: "Stop being so full of yourself."

"Hey, move over Harry! That's my spot!" I frowned as I saw him and pushed him towards his side. 

"Ouch, can you not use force for a day, woman?" He grumbled while I grabbed the oppurtunity to place a fault line between us using pillows. I stepped back to admire the equal separation of each side of my bed.

"There. Much better." 

"Are you serious, Y/N? Do you honestly hate me that much?" Harry smirked as he sat up to look at what I did.

I ignored his question that I have no answer to and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, getting ready for bed.

"God woman, do you sleep so early? It's only, like." He took a moment to look at his watch. "10!"

I stepped out of my bathroom and crossed my arms around my waist. "Well I believe I have the right to sleep whenever I want without an intruder judging me? I love to sleep, Harry. Get over it."

Harry raised his hands up in defeat: "Alright, alright...." 

I huffed and walked over to switch off the overhead lights, earning Harry's protest.

"Hey! I don't wanna sleep yet!"

"Go outside then, you dumbass."

"Is this how you treat your guests?" Harry stared at me, baffled while I pulled the covers over my head.

I heard the door close as he stepped out and breathed a sigh of relief. In less than 5 minutes, Harry returned.

"Your mum says you have to hang out with me properly until I want to sleep. She also said for you not to sleep before me." Harry smirked, obviously giddy that he has control over me.

I let out a frustrated groan and threw a pillow at him. "Why do you always have to wreck things? I'm so tireddddddd....."

Harry acted like I hadn't said anything and brightened up: "Hey, let's play Scrabble!"

God, kill me now.

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Part 2 soon, I got the prompt from the image above. :)