Harry Styles Imagines and one-shots.

Drinking and Bathing

The night was dark, rainy, and especially cold. Harry and I had been bar-hopping with friends. We were pretty drunk right now, and very silly. We'd gotten a taxi to take us home, however, we'd also serenaded the driver, so I don't know if the taxi company will be taking our calls again anytime soon.

"Babe, I'm so cold," I slurred. I clung to Harry to stay upright as we clambered through the door.

"Me tooooo," he groaned.

"I'm shivering, look at my arms," I flung my arms out toward him. They were covered in goosebumps.

"Woahhh," Harry said, eyes widening. "Babe, no babe, your arms are so beautiful!"

"No, your arms are!" I giggled. Harry and I always got very lovey dovey when we drank. It annoyed pretty much everyone, but we thought, at least when we were intoxicated, that it was very necessary.

Making a ton of noise, we made our way to the kitchen. Harry was yanking cupboards open, and slamming them shut again to find a snack.

"We have NOTHING to eat," he wined.

"Yes we do, I hid these for us earlier," I said, proud of my foresight. I dove into the back of our cupboard and pulled out Oreos. In the fridge I pulled out a supersized bag of grapes.

"Oh. My. Gosh!" Harry's eyes were so wide, I almost wanted to tell him to be careful they didn't fall out.

"You are like, so smart," he grinned.

"I know!" I cackled. We downed grapes, and licked the Oreo centers messily.

"You're so cute," Harry giggled, wiping a piece of Oreo cream off the side of my mouth.

"I'm still so cold," I pouted. Harry kissed my pouting lips.

"That didn't make me warmer," I wined. Harry shrugged as he put a whole cookie in his mouth, and then grinned at me.

"We should take a bath!" I said, eyes lighting up.

"Yes!" Harry agreed. Before he finished the word, I'd begun

stripping. I turned the bath water on, and began to fill the large tub. Harry's job guaranteed we had a nice house. Our bathroom was especially elegant, and our bathtub was huge.

"What's this?" Harry said holding up my bubblebath.

"My bubble bath, it smells like honeysuckle," I informed him.

"We NEED this," he said solemnly, and poured an unnecessary amount into the tub.

"Enough," I laughed, snatching the bottle from him.

Soon we were in the warm water, facing one another, and laughing about something we couldn't even remember. Harry leaned down toward the water, and gave himself a bubble beard.

"What if I looked like this?" He asked, with a chuckle. "Would you still love me?"

"What if you had a bushy, white, beard?" I asked.

"Yes, I'd still love you, because you're beautiful," I said patting his cheeks.

"You're beautiful," he said leaning in, and giving me a quick kiss.

"Harry, I'm like so freaking in love with you," I said, smiling widely.

"I'm freaking in love with you too," Harry said and rubbed his nose against mine.

The rest of the night was made up of wild dancing, loud singing, and the kind of laughing that made your stomach ache for hours afterward.

We passed out in a tangle of limbs. Harry's head was buried in my neck. My fingers were laced in his Harry.

In the early morning light I got up to get us some water and pain killers. When I climbed back into bed, I nudged the cup to Harry's mouth. We both took the meds grudgingly. Harry pulled me back down into his arms. He kissed my neck, and my temple, as he pulled me even closer.

As we fell back into the depths of sleep, Harry mumbled in my ear, "I'm still so freaking in love with you."

I smiled with my eyes still closed.

"I love you too Harry," I sighed happily.