Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Drunks

Harry took a long time fumbling around with the keys to the front door, no matter how hard he concentrated, it just wouldn't fit in the slot of the keyhole. He stuck his tongue out and went a little cross-eyed attempting.

I rolled my eyes at him and giggled dumbly: "Oh, give me that...." I snatched the keys from Harry and tried it myself. I thought I was inserting the key into the keyhole, but I was way far from that. With too much alcohol in my system from one of our mutual friend's party, I ended up poking Harry on his chest repeatedly, thinking it was the front door.

After 5 minutes of stumbling, we finally managed to get in. I fell flat on the floor first thing. I let out a peal of laughter, followed by Harry's. Harry tried to get me up but ended up on top of me instead.

"Harrrrryyyyyyyyyy........ Owwiiieeeeee......." I whined like a 5 year old, throwing little puny fists at Harry.

Harry grunted and tried to caress my cheek, but ended up caressing the air instead. "Lights outtt, nighty-nightttt..." As soon as he said that, his face plummeted downwards, on the crook of my neck, snuggling comfortably.

"Harrrryyyyyyyy, this iden our vroooommm, you idiot! gETOff MEEE....." I shoved Harry away and stumbled towards the kitchen for a drink. Unconsiously, I reached for the alcohol cabinet instead of water, my body seemed to want more.

As I poured myself another glass of wine, though there was more spilled on the counter instead, I raised a glass towards Harry, who was stumbling towards me.

"CHEERRSSS!!!!!!! WOOOO.........."

Harry took the glass away from me and moved it to a safe distance. "That's enough for you today, baby..." At least one of us is sober enough to know better...

"But....." I pouted, about to throw a hissy fit at him. He pressed a finger roughly on my lips.

"Shhhh..." Harry chuckled and I giggled stupidly: "What? Do you nid a wee?"

Harry rolled his eyes at my pathetic little joke while I stumbled into his embrace, kissing him on his neck, leaving lovebites everywhere.

"Harrrryyyyy......" I whined, every inch of my body wanting to get closer to him. Harry draped my arms around his neck and carried me upstairs, to our bedroom. Come to think of it, I wondered how he even managed that.

We both fell on our bed, fully clothed and a giggling mess. Harry pulled me closer to him and started kissing me all over, leaving every place he kissed fiery. He kissed me on the lips for a while before I pushed him away.

"Your breath stinks, ewwww....." I complained childishly, my eyes half closed.

"So do yours!" Harry retorted and we both giggled again. Harry sat up and tried unbuttoning his shirt, but his clumsy fingers aren't getting anywhere.

I reached out instinctively and helped him do it, even though I wasn't much better than he is. I took off his shirt, revealing his sexy, tattooed chest which I lunged at, wrapping my arms around his torso and resting my head on his chest, the both of us falling back onto the soft mattress.

"I HAD LOVED YOU SINCE WE WERE 18......." I belted out randomly, causing Harry to laugh.

"Long before we both thought the same thing...." Harry sang without any effort, yet managing to sound so good. His voice is like a lullaby, making me drowsy and sleepy.

I hummed and stumbled through the next line, shifting to find a comfortable position before knocking out. As always, the best spot is always in Harry's arms.

"All I can do is say that these arms were made for holding you...." Harry continued, his voice drifting in and out and I knew he was just about to fall asleep.

He pecked a kiss on my forehead, wrapping his arms tighter around me, before we both passed out in exhasution.

All I know is we'll be having one hell of a hangover tomorrow morning, but...

Meh.