in which...

...y/n is young and harry's really drunk

In which Y/N is young and Harry's really drunk

Harry tries his best not to trip up the stairs. He's walking on wobbly feet and tugging on the collar of his shirt, trying to take it off his body because he can't stand the heat anymore. His hair falls in his eyes and he feels his nose prickling, already bringing his hands up to his mouth in anticipation. He lets out a sneeze that shakes his whole body, making him stumble back a couple steps and bump his hip, hissing in pain, but following it up with a giggle. He's sweaty, clumsy and bubbly; basically, he's as drunk as can be.

He really didn't mean to be the first one to break the party, but after everyone jumped in the pool and people started making out around him, he felt slightly out of place. He was the only one left alone and as much as they all pleaded with him to stay, he just waved his hand and wished them all a good night. He needed to get away from all the mosquitoes and the alcohol that was making his blood boil anyway. Plus, there was one thought that had been lingering in the back of his mind the whole night and he just couldn't shake it off.

Humming a quiet song to himself, he climbs the last couple of steps and looks around trying to figure out where his room might be. He's pretty sure Clare's told him it's on the left, but he's very confused as to if it's the first one or the second one. Putting a finger over his chin in thought, he just shrugs and goes for whichever one is first. "I'm..." He sings low under his breath. "I'm so in love with you..." He struggles with the collar of his shirt, getting it stuck over his head when he attempts to take it off, huffing under his breath, his face already starting to sweat underneath the material. Bumping the door with his hip and opening it, he finally takes the shirt off his body and his eyes try to adjust to the darkness. "Whatever you want to-"

He stops dead in his tracks, shirt falling out of his grasp, lying in a heap at his feet. He rubs lazily over his eyes, trying to make sure that this is not just his drunken mind playing tricks on him. When he opens them again there are purple and orange splotches clouding his vision, until everything comes back into focus and his thoughts are confirmed. So he's not hallucinating.

A lump starts to build at the back of his throat as he realizes that apparently he got the wrong room. In the big bed in the centre of the room, with a very thin sheet draped over her legs, lies Y/N, a light frown deepened between her brows and hands clutching her pillow tight. Even from ten feet away he can spot the slow rise and fall of her chest and the way puffs of air escape from between her lips.

When she stirs in her sleep, Harry breaks out of his sudden trance and closes the door behind him so that the light peaking in from the hallway wouldn't wake her up. He should've probably went to his room instead as soon as he realized he got the wrong door, but his feet are pretty much planted on the ground at this point and he feels way too dizzy to take another step.

The thought of her had been lingering in the back of his mind the entire night. She tended to pop up in his head a lot, especially when he wasn't all that sober. He thought about her in his day to day life too, not to be mistaken; it's just that when he wasn't intoxicated, he could have a little bit of self control over his thoughts. When he's had one too many bevies though? Not so much.

He truly felt her absence from the party. She went to bed early, claiming she had the worst migraine, most likely from the long trip, and he hadn't heard from her since. He always gets awfully handsy when he's drunk and he likes cuddling with her; her hair always smells like green apples and her skin's got a very flowery scent. She feels warm and soft too and he likes that a lot.

He just likes Y/N an awful lot in general though. Sometimes people don't really get her, or at least they don't make an effort to. She's younger than them, not by a lot, but she is. She's still in her first year of college and lives in a dorm with a girl that's really good friends with Clare, and that's kind of how her and Harry got around to meeting. She's bubbly and nice; spends hours at night baking everyone cupcakes and makes her own Christmas cards from scratch.