Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: Harry meets Y/N at a bar in Anguilla and end up in his hotel room.
word count: 1.5k
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Note/s: this is my first post on tumblr so go easy on me! there will probably be a part two, but who knows! i hope you enjoy x
You could feel his eyes on you from across the bar, the way he was drinking you in.
You were leaving Anguilla in the morning after your week-long trip for your best friend's bachelorette party, and after all, you refused to go out with anything less than a bang.
Harry thought you were a vision, a sight to behold. Maybe that was why he let James and Adele continue with their drunken pep talks. Soon enough, he was on his feet, sights set on the chair beside you.
You felt his presence beside you.
"Can I buy y' a drink?" The singer asked, watching your reactions.
You let your lips curl into a small smile before bopping your head, glancing at him in a way that made his heart race.
"I wouldn't dare turn down a free drink" you quip,
"Surprise me," You tell him. Harry's tongue swiped across his bottom lip, nodding at you before signaling the bartender.
"A strawberry daiquiri for the lady, if you will".
Soon you were arm in arm with Harry, walking along the shoreline. You both knew where this was heading, but that didn't mean you couldn't enjoy the trek up to his hotel room.
He asked you about your family, your friends. He asked about your interest and your deepest dislikes, but most of all, he shared little things about himself that he never normally did with one night stands.
He wouldn't say it out loud, but deep down he knew that he didn't want it to be just one night.
Harry loved how you treated him so normally, yet casually mentioned that you'd heard his music and that he has a great voice. He knew he had a good voice, yes, but hearing you say it so casually as if it wasn't a big deal was euphoric.
You glanced up at him, his words having your full attention as he rambled about Cheshire and his life.
James and Adele were not as sneaky as they thought they were as they trailed behind the two of you, giddy that they possibly helped him make a move (they totally didn't).
"Your friends are tailing us" You inform the Brit, smiling as his head whips backward. Adele waved cheerily as James threw up on the sand.
"'Pologies, pet. They aren't normally this brazen".
