Lethal Lust (Harry Styles x Reader)

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To apologise for being away from this for a while, this is extra long. Thanks for reading this really shit fan-fiction I really appreciate it x 
Also tell me what you think of it so far x
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T/W sexual assault
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"So like..." I lamented, sipping a White Claw. A drink picked out by Styles himself, he wanted me to get a buzz from the alcohol, what he called a "nice tipsy" y'know to relax a little, make myself more extroverted. He wanted me to complete the list as much as I could, but within reason. He didn't want me to get drunk and my night be ruined, see he cared.

Anyway, Alcohol It was okay, I mean I expected Alcohol to taste like-oh I don't know? Drain Cleaner? Not that i've ever pulled a Heather Chandler before but I just expected it to hit hard. It was like a Cherry Cola but stingier? Yeah but stingy! Wait what if I was having an allergic reaction. F**k it i'm having fun.

"I'm really stupid." I always found a great conversation starter was to tell people some of my endearingly idiotic thoughts.

"Now, tell me how the hell you're stupid? You are the like smartest bitch I know." Oh shut up Harry, you talk to nobody else but me I'm probably the only bitch you know.

"Well." I began, "Did you know that 1. I used to think Brazil was a continent and that 2. Wales was in Scotland." As you can guess I wasn't so hot in my European Geography class.

"Your kidding right? Have you never seen a map?" Harry questioned, stunted at how in my eighteen years of life I had never had the common sense to look at the earth, look at the uk and see very distinctively that they were two separate countries.

"Why would I read a map if I should just let Google do the hard stuff?" I mean duh?

"I mean Harry wouldn't that be totally ludicrous of me in the year of our lord 2019 If i was to just throw to the side revolutionary technology that my fellow millennials-"

"You were born in 2001 you're apart of Generation Z not-" Harry corrected me, rolling his eyes at my stupidity. Pretentious much?

"What I am trying to say, Is that we shouldn't take this technology for granted. My great, great grandfather would have killed for a portable GPS in the Civil War and I can't be assed to use it to locate the nearest Mc Donalds? What to not look basic? Why would I waste a booklet of coloured paper which you know is already bad for the environment to look hipster. " CEO of spitting facts.

"Don't you collect Vinyls?" Harry answered back as if trying to prove something.

"Yeah," I said, before taking a swig from the can.  "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Well, aren't you basically wasting Plastic which you know is also "already bad for the environment" to listen to music which you can basically listen to digitally and portably on your phone but instead you pop on over to Urban Outifitters and buy "The White Album" for 40 dollars- that, my darling is what I think is the real Ludicrous thing." Fuck the way he said Darling sent the Craziest shivers down my spine. But haha, jokes on him I don't even like The Beatles and I can barely afford the Mario Badescu spray from the measly allowance I get let alone a full ass vinyl.

"Touche." He'd make a great lawyer y'know if this whole poet thing goes to shit I mean...why would it? He's really good at it, ugh whatever snap back to reality.

"Right," He rose up excitedly in his seat. "You are on a desert Island and you can only bring one album to listen to the rest of eternity- what you bringing?"
Is he really going to put me on the spot like that? He's the type of guy I think that would judge you on your music taste and then get super critical about it. Y'know those people? We all know a person like that.