Smut

Harry Styles Smut

This is Harry Styles smut with a twist at the end

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“Ice cream parties are for children. You do realize this?”

I scowled at the smirk prominent on my friend’s face as we climbed the last few steps to his apartment. “Harry Styles, I’ll have you know I’m ten months, two weeks, and six days older than you. That’s ten months, two weeks, and six days more wisdom in my head than yours. Ice cream parties are for anyone and everyone who knows how to have good clean, sticky fun.” I stuck my finger high in the air to somehow give more weight to my argument, the giggles barely contained in my throat. 

He rolled his eyes as he fumbled for his keys for a moment and finally got them in the door, “You’re still a child.”

“I know you are, but what am I?” I stuck out my tongue and he actually laughed this time, his grumpy mood finally beginning to lift.

You see approximately five hours ago Harry had learned that his step-father was diagnosed with Parkinson’s. Harry, being the kind soul that he is, was more worried and torn up over it than anyone– and I being the excellent neighbor and close friend that I am, proposed an ice cream party to cheer him up.

Except no one else was coming to the party save the two of us. It was his choice and I didn’t question a man in emotional distress. 

He and his bandmate/roommate had moved into the building a little over a year ago and we’d quickly all bonded due to the similar ages, and the fact that I’m that cool kid who had shown them all the secret places to hide from their mobs of fans.

“I can’t believe Niall isn’t gonna be here to eat some of this delicious ice cream. It’s his favorite flavor.”

Harry’s hand immediately clamped over my mouth and the tub of ice cream clattered onto the kitchen countertop, “Be quiet!” He hissed. My eyes widened and I bit down on his palm. He let go with a yelp and I turned on him in an angry whisper, “He’s here and you weren’t going to give him any ice cream?! Harry, its fucking ‘cookies n’ creme’! He’d never forgive you!”

Completely ignoring me Harry slapped a palm to his face. I raised one brow questioningly, but a low snicker sounded behind me. I swiveled around to see Niall high-tailing it out of the kitchen, our tub of ice cream tucked beneath his arm like an American football. 

I quickly recovered from my shock and bolted after him, “Ay! Come back here you lousy, dessert-stealing Irishman!” I knew it was too late when the door to his bedroom door slammed before I could reach it. The resounding laugh and accompanying music told me it was a hopeless effort.

Head hung low I wandered back to the kitchen in a depressed sort of shuffle. Harry chuckled when I came through the door and I shot him a menancing glare, “How are we supposed to have an ice cream party now?! I braved those streets once with you today already, and I don’t think my fight-or-flight reflex can handle any more girly screams!” He watched me pace back in forth in my frustration with that same damn maddening smile he wore anytime I was riled up. “I guess we just won’t have one. I told you it was childish– Niall is verified proof of it.”

I stopped before him fuming at my lost ice cream and his arrogant temper and snatched the whip cream and chocolate sauce from his hands. “I’ll show you childish! I don’t need any ice cream- my tongue can enjoy these toppings just fine!” I threw my head back and squeezed a massive amount of the fluffy creme from the can into my mouth, followed by a bit of chocolate sauce. 

When I snapped my mouth shut and lowered my head to stare defiantly back at him, I realized I had built the creme too high for my mouth to cover and a large chunk fell down my chin and landed on the collar of my v-neck before falling to the floor in a splat. I stared at Harry a little flabbergasted while his eyes began to water with laughter. It took barely a second before he was doubled over howling with it. I took less time than that for me to join in.