Harry Styles Imagines

Drunk Confessions (Harry's P.O.V.)

I was the only thing keeping (Y\N) from falling to the floor, and most certainly hurting herself.

She wasn't usually the type of girl to go out and get drunk, but tonight was her best friend's bachelorette party. She'd luckily called me to come pick her up from the club her and her girlfriends were all at before things got to out of hand.

Now, after helping her stumble up the stairs to our flat, she was finally safe in our bed.

"Harry, I love you." She mumbled as I laid down next to her.

"You are so drunk." I replied.

"Nooooo! I do. I've been wanting to tell you for like..... 547 years, but didn't want to make things weeeeeierd."

I laughed, but quickly realized she was probably telling the truth.

Truth be told, I'd been wanting to tell her for over a month, but wasn't sure if she felt the same way.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." She began singing-almost shouting.

"But you can't tell Harry." She said, pointing her small finger at me.

I felt as if a brick had been lifted off my chest. Now I could tell her without the fear of her not saying it back.

Just as I was about to plant a kiss on her forehead, she vomited of the side off our bed, and onto the newly carpeted floors.