Harry Styles Blurbs (Reader Insert)

Something About Pet Names

The party is buzzing away, one of the most rambunctious Harry had ever taken you too. In fact, it's pounding. The music is loud and people are everywhere, there's barely any room to move without bumping hips or elbows with someone else. It's humid too, everyone who isn't dancing or mingling is fanning themselves or downing more drinks in hopes of cooling off. The air is hot, dripping, even- and it has been for hours.

You don't mind, though, even in the slightest. You enjoy the parties, and you enjoy that Harry brings you to them. You'll take a sweaty room full of drunk people to spend whatever fleeting amount of time his schedule can allow. Whatever time you can spend with your oldest and dearest friend, is enough for you. He had tried so hard to keep you integrated in his crazy life. Even when he's gone, no matter how long, he manages. Between the texts and the occasional facetimes with raspy voices and snappy sentences ("Oi! Don't fall asleep on me! 'M talkin to yeh, aren't I?"), he had always managed to keep you in the loop. His loop.

And you've become friends with his friends too, and maybe enough so over the past few years that you can call them your friends too. They're wonderful and they keep you company when Harry is gone.

You sip away with due amusement at the half empty flute of sangria in your hand, leaning back against the bar stool as you watch Harry drunkenly tap away on his phone in front of the wide room with his clumsy fingers, as he sings into the microphone with the other.

You smile at him as he grips the microphone and his rough voice fills the room, echoing off the walls and acting as barrier to the mulled conversation within it. He's having fun, he's enjoying himself a lot, and you're so happy for him. It's been so long since you've seen him so.. at ease, even if it is credited to the alcohol he's consumed over the course of the past few hours. It had been building all night, the gleam in his eyes, from when a group of you had played some games to the way he had practically tried to swallow a cigarette earlier in the night.

"S'he looking up the lyrics to a Christmas song?" A voice asks, sinking in front of you and blocking your view of Harry.

You pause, lips midway to another sip of sangria as you squint up through the dimly lit room at the obstacle in front of you. Theo, a friend of someone else's friend that you had grown close to. Close enough to look forward to his presence at these parties and his casual banter through texts and tweets.

Your eyes crinkle in recognition before you laugh lightly and set the fluke of sangria down on the bar counter, "He is." You acknowledge with a faint shake of your head.

"What a fraud." Theo snorts, causing you to quirk an eyebrow at him in question and intrigue.

"You think? Enlighten me." You challenge with a smirk, eyes taking him in as Harry continues to sing with a new accompanied voice that you can't place with the lack of visualization. You try to decipher, in your own slightly inebriated state if he's drunk or just looking for a rouse out of you.

"Tweeted he was a slave to Christmas songs, didn't he?" Theo counters with a twinkle in his eyes as he lifts his bottle in cheers and tips its contents back into his mouth.

You purse your lips, watching him with interest as he puts the empty bottle down on the counter with an exuberant clang, before he licks the remnants off his lips and stares at you before yelling a bit to get his words loud and clear to you, "Need a refill."

You roll your eyes against your will at that, but nonetheless shift a bit in your stool to crane your neck for a refill to quench his thirst and to some extent the smug expression on his face. "Looks like you're out of liquid luck, Theo."