Punk Harry Imagine

Part 20

Part 20

"You okay?" Jase asked, handing me a drink.

"Yeah, great actually. I feel like I just lost about six feet and over a hundred pounds off of me."

Jase laughed. "Was that why you took so long?"

"No," I admitted. "I kinda got lost."

"So, no more Harry?" he asked hopefully.

"Yeah, hopefully." I smiled.

I took a sip of my drink, the burning liquid making it's way down my throat.

I crinkled my nose at the foreign feeling, but continued drinking it.

"First time drinking?" Jase questioned

"First time at a party."

"Oh." He nodded. "Don't push yourself."

"I won't. Calm down."

He laughed. "You look beautiful, by the way."

I blushed. "Really? Thanks. You too. I mean, you also look beautiful. No, that's weird. You look handsome."

Smooth.

He laughed it off, like he usually does to my awkwardness. "I would ask you if the alcohol affected your speech that badly, but you always talk like this, so..."

I gasped and hit him on the arm. "Hey!"

"Y/N, you know it's true."

I sighed. "Yeah, I know. It's still not nice of you to point it out though."

"Okay, I'm sorry. Can I get a hug?" Jase asked.

I giggled. "Fine."

As we hugged, I saw something in the corner of my eyes.

A sulking Harry Styles.

I don't care about him. I'm way over him, not like I was ever under him or anything in the first place.

I quickly drank the rest of my drink to hide my uneasiness.

"Wow, Y/N. Calm down. This is your first time drinking, right?" Jase asked.

"Yeah, so?"

"You're gonna have a really bad hangover when you wake up tomorrow. Plus, tomorrow's Monday. School?" Jase reminded me.

"Oh yeah, school."

School means that I have to see Harry. Well that is if he doesn't skip.

"Wow, Jason. Stop being such a pussy," the person running the party, Peter, said. He handed me another drink. "Here, have another one. Fuck school!"

"Um, I'd rather not," I say.

"C'mon. Another drink won't hurt. Give in a little," Peter persuaded. The smile on his face grew wider.

"Y/N, you don't have to if you don't want to," Jase warned.

I looked at Jase, then at Peter and took a long sip of the burning liquid.

"There you go!" Peter laughed then patted my back and walked off.

I stumbled a little and almost fell, but Jase quickly stopped me.

I sighed and took another sip from my cup.

-

I laughed and poked at Jase's nose for the forth, or maybe sixteenth, time.

"It's so pointy! I almost pricked myself!" I laughed again. "Jase! Look at me! I can fly!" I sung.

I danced around, swaying to the music.

"Y/N, you are so wasted right now." Jase sighed.

"No I'm not! Take it back!" I said seriously.

Jase stared at me for a while.

I smiled and poked his nose one more time. "You're so cute!"

"Yeah, thanks."

"Damn, is she okay?" someone asked.

"She had some drinks," Jase replied slowly.

"Y/N, answer me. How many drinks have you had?" a deep, dark, scary voice asked me. Their hands held onto my face and pointed my face towards theirs.

Oh, it's Scary Harry.

I laughed at it. "Hi! Um, I have like three. Or eight." I lifted up my cup. "This one is my eleventh one!"

"Fuck," Scary Harry groaned. He then took the drink from my hand and poured it on the ground.

I stared at him with wide eyes and covered his mouth. "Oops! Say sorry!"

My hands all of a sudden became wet and I crinkled my nose in disgust. I quickly wiped my hands on my dress. "Your fountain is broken."

He looked at me weirdly.

I laughed and played with his curly hair. "You're cute."

"Y/N, you're drunk."

I laughed. "No, you're drunk, I'm Y/N. Remember me?"

"No, I'm Harry. Remember me?"

"Scary Harry?" I gasped.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Scary Harry."

I frowned and folded my arms. "I don't like Scary Harry."

He looked stared at me. "Why not?"

"He's a meanie! And he hurt me right-" I moved my hand up to where my heart should be. "Here! Over here!"

Harry smiled. "Oh, well, I bet he's really sorry."

"Is he?" I gasped.

"Yeah, he is."