Harry Styles Imagines

Bad boy

At a club with your boyfriend Harry.  This wasn't the sort of thing you do but you weren't going to let Harry down. You wore a small black dress, trying to fit it. Sweatpants, hoodie and a movie sounded much better to you then hardly any clothes and lots of alcohol. Although, to a lot of people here, it seemed like they preferred this sort of evening. You looked around from the table you were sat at with Eleanor, Perrie and Sophia. You had come out with all the guys and their girlfriends (And Fiance). Liam and Harry had gone to get drinks. Louis, Zayn and Niall were sat with the girls on the second table next to yours. You were quiet though, waiting for Harry. A random guy (Maybe 2 years older than you) sat down in Harry's seat. He was clearly drunk, trying to get with any girl he can. "Hey, pretty lady" he slurred. I looked over at Eleanor. She shrugged, looking worried. "Um, I have a boyfriend," you said, politely. "I don't see him anywhere," he said. "He's stood right here," Harry said, angrily. "Please, I have a chance here," the guy said, not even looking at Harry. Harry pulled him off the chair and away from you. The guy didn't walk away though. You moved closer to Eleanor, scared of what would happen. "Harry, stop it," Liam said. "What you going to do about it?" the guy asked, intimidating Harry. "You have three seconds to step away from my girlfriend before I do some real serious damage, you understand me?" Harry growled. "You couldn't kill a fly" the guy spat. It didn't take a second for Harry to throw a punch at the guy's jaw. Eleanor put her arms around you, comfortingly. Harry didn't stop. It all went downhill when the drunken guy retaliated, punching Harry's lips. It was a big fight. Harry was pulled off the guy by his security guard while the other guy was taken away from all of us. You picked up your things then walked over to Harry. "Babe, let's go," you said. "Fine," he said, clearly still mad. You waved to the others before taking a cab home. You lead Harry into the upstairs bathroom and grabbed a washcloth from the cupboard. "Babe," Harry said as you ran warm water into the sink. "Yeah?" you asked. "Are you mad at me, for fighting?" he asked. He sat upon the counter. "No, you were just jealous and angry. He was doing the wrong" you said. You took his hand to wipe down his knuckles first. "I hate him so much," Harry said. "I don't blame you," you said. "Did he touch you?" he asked. "He didn't lay a hand on me, babe. Don't worry. He was just trying to chat me up, hoping to get someone home with him tonight," I said. "Did I ruin your night?" he asked. "Not at all," you said, wiping his lip down now. "You know I would've rather been at home tonight anyway," you said. You rang out the blood from the washcloth. "Does your lip hurt a lot?" you asked. "Just stings a little," he said. You leant up and placed a soft kiss on the cut. "Do that again, I think it magically cures it," he said. You giggled and kissed his lips again. You carried on cleaning off his face. He was either tough or the biggest softie.