in which...

....y/n longs for something she can't have and harry likes being sober for once

In which Y/N longs for something she can't have and Harry likes being sober for once (part two for my young y/n and drunk harry imagine)

Y/N is very confused as to why she's dreaming about the rain.

In her head she can picture perfectly the droplets of water hitting her window with force and she imagines trailing her fingers over the wet shapes from the other side of the glass. She can practically feel a frown deepening between her brows when there's a loud thunder echoing around and she twitches a little when she hears multiple other loud noises following, which sound like something knocking on wood. It gets loud, really loud, as if it wasn't even a dream anymore, and when another loud thunder breaks through the silence of her small apartment, she stirs awake with a light gasp.

In her sleepy daze, she glances around the dark room, her head pounding along with the noises coming from the other room. Someone's knocking on the door. Rubbing her eyes, she tries to move her legs, but winces when they feel numb, her thighs practically burning from where the bottom of her laptop had overheated. Placing it carefully next to her on the couch, she sets her feet back on the ground and stumbles her way over to the front door.

Stretching her arms above her head and yawning, she doesn't even think about checking the peephole to see who could have possibly been knocking at her door at three in the morning on a Thursday night, which is very careless of her but she is way too tired to even be thinking of that. Wiping at her eyes to be able to focus her vision on the keyhole, she unlocks the door, and lazily swings it open. She blinks rapidly trying to adjust her eyes to the light seeping in from the hallway and her brows fall into a frown.

Stumbling back a couple steps, she tries to hold onto the door frame but her fingers can't keep a good grip when another body falls forward into hers. Yelping loudly, she clings onto whatever she can grab, which happens to be a damp jean jacket, and plants her feet firmly onto the ground, stopping herself from tumbling over. Glancing down at where her nails are digging into the material, she gulps when a set of arms engulf her into a wet and heavy hug.

"Harry?" She questions groggily, voice still laced with sleep, not sure if this is supposed to be part of her dream or real life.

"Poppet!" Even though she can't see his face, she can very clearly hear the smile in his voice. "S'me, Harry," he hugs her tighter, lifting her a little off the ground so that she's now balancing on her tippy toes, "your good ol' pal."

Swallowing dryly, she tries to keep the beating of her heart down to a minimum and tugs on his wet jacket, trying to get him to pull away, but to no use, "Yeah," she replies quietly, "I can see that."

"Haven't seen you in so long, feels like it's been years!" Y/N breathes in shakily when his face hides in her shoulder, his cold nose brushing over the warm skin of her neck, dripping wet hair tickling her cheek. "Didn't miss me too much, did you?"

Choosing to ignore his question and clear her throat, she flinches away from his touch, not liking the way it's leaving her skin wet yet heated at the same time, the puffs of air being exhaled onto her neck making goosebumps rise which clearly amuses him, because she hears him giggle lightly. "What are you doing here?"

She squeals when his arms lower around her waist, engulfing her tighter and bringing her closer into his chest, making her feet dangle above the ground, her hands immediately clutching his shoulders. They feel firm and broad – much broader than before. She wonders if he's been hitting the gym more often lately.

"What d'you mean what m'I doing 'ere?" His speech is so slurred, accent thicker than usual, which makes it even harder for her to decipher. "Came to see m'favorite girl, of course!" He swings her a little from side to side, smiling over her skin.