Harry Styles Imagines

You're Drunk (Part 2)

I watch from my chair as (Y/N) begins to wake in my bed. Its nearly 1 in the afternoon, but I'm glad that she got some sleep. Her eyes flutter open and she quickly sits up in bed. She seems relieved to see me sitting across from her in the chair. She lays back and looks underneath the covers.

"I put some Tylenol on the table." I say, gesturing towards the night stand to the right of my bed. She doesn't seem to hear me though.

"Oh no." She says, and I quickly stand up, worried she's going to get sick again.

"What? What?" I say, grabbing the trash can from the side of the bed and moving it closer to her.

"Did we have sex last night?" She asks, her voice flooding with worry.

"No." I say through muffled laughter.

"Then why am I naked?" She asks, obviously confused on what happened last night.

"You don't remember last night? You threw up in my car and all over yourself. That's why you're naked." I watch as she struggles to remember.

"I remember there was a lot of alcohol and a lot of dancing."

I shake my head and sit next to her on the bed. She hugs the covers closer to herself, making sure I don't see anything. I want to mention that I've seen her naked a thousand times, but decide against it.

"You called me to come pick you up from the bar. I was going to take you home, but my place was closer and you couldn't remember your new address."
The words sting as I say them aloud. The idea of her living somewhere else besides here still hadn't set in yet.
She thinks it over and seems to be remembering some of the previous night.

"We kissed didn't we?" She asks even though I know she already knows the answer.

"I kissed you.  I shouldn't of done that. Not while you were that drunk."

"Harry, you don't know how much I've missed kissing you." She says, not meeting my gaze.

"You really mean that?" I ask, my voice suddenly unsteady.

"I meant what I said last night, even if I was drunk. I miss you. I've been thinking a lot about what happened. I've been thinking a lot about us."

"I have too. It's all I've been able to think about really." Neither of us say anything else and a comfortable silence fills the bedroom, both of us thinking over each others words. I want nothing more than to grab her hand and stroke my thumb across her soft skin.

"(Y/N)," I say, and her name hangs in the silence for a moment. Her eyes finally meet mine. Before I know it she's on top of me and her hands are fumbling with the buttons of my shirt and my hands are on her already bare chest. Her mouth is hungry for mine and it feels as if nothing has changed between us.