Harry Styles Imagines

He's drunk.

(2017 Harry)

You and Harry were on holiday with a few friends to celebrate the release of Harry's album. You were all sat around a beach bar, talking and drinking (of course), just having a good time. The sun was setting and you were getting a bit tired. You look over at Harry to see that he's on his third drink. You furrow your eyebrows a bit, but don't think of it too much.

2 hours later//10:56pm

You looked over at Harry to see him clinking glasses with his friends. He looked out of it.

'That must be his sixth drink now!' You friend, Beth says. You nod your head and begin to worry.

'Y/N, it's getting pretty late, I think you should tell him to stop' she says, nudging you slightly towards Harry. You get up and sigh.

'Okay, Okay' you say, making your way over there.

'Um, Harry. Honey, it's getting pretty late now, should we head back to the house?' You ask him, he turns to look at you slowly and smiles, putting his drink down.

'You're so preeettyyyyy' he says, grabbing your waist, pulling you down onto him. You giggle and wrap your arm around his shoulders for support. You were now sat on his lap, which was not what you were planning. You turn to look at your friends who were getting up to leave.

'Y/N. We're gonna head back to the house, we'll see you in the morning. Goodnight!' They say, now it was just you and Harry. You turn to face him and sigh.

'Baby, come on, let's go back to the house' you say, getting up. He pulls you back down and kisses your neck.

'We couldddd, orrrr we could have sex on the beachhhhh' he says, squeezing your bum. You giggle and kiss his cheek.

'No, baby. Come on, let's go back to the house.' You say, managing to stand up. He begins to pout and crosses his arms. You sigh and lean against the bar.

'Harry, darling. You're drunk. I do not want to take advantage of you when you're drunk. Let's just go home and have a nice sleep! We can cuddle and talk and do whatever you want okay?' You say. He smiles and stands up, walking over to you, hugging you.

'Okay, kitten. Only because you're so beautifullllll' he slurs. You giggle and leads him towards the house.

-

Once you get in, you immediately take Harry upstairs to your room. He stumbles over your shoes and lays on the bed. You laugh and walk over to him, taking his shirt off for him. He smirks and sits up. You roll your eyes playfully.

'No, Harry. I'm just helping you get changed.' You say, he pouts and takes off his t-shirt and jeans. You sigh and walk into the bathroom, brushing you teeth. Once you're finished you get changed into your pyjamas. As it was so hot out, you decided to wear your knickers and one of Harry's t-shirts. You walk out of the bathroom and brush your hair.

'Fuck' you hear Harry say. You turn around to see him rubbing himself through his boxers.

'Harrrrrrrryyyyy' You whine, putting your hairbrush down.

'Why are you doing that!' You ask, taking your earrings out.

'Kitten. You're just so sexy. I need you right now' he says, pulling you down onto the bed. You lie down and look at him. He looked back at you, smirking. You roll your eyes playfully and get on top of him, kissing him. He grabs your ass, making you gasp. You start grinding on him, making him moan. You pull away and kiss his cheek.

'Are you sure you want to-'

'Yes. Y/N. I have never been so sure of anything in my life. I need youuuu baby' he says, biting his lip. You giggle and kiss him again.

And that was just the beginning of your eventful night.