Can you write a blurb about the time they danced to the up all night album, like they were talking about in part 6 xxx Thank you
It’s a Sign of the Times - Blurb #3
Tuesday June 10th, 2014
You were drowning in the assessments and revision that came with the end of semester, you had two essays and a business report due by Friday and you hadn’t started any of them and it didn’t help that you’d spent the last few nights at One Direction’s three Wembley Stadium shows. Harry had been away for so long, and he was scheduled to leave again in a few days, and you wouldn’t see him until after your summer break, so you took spending time with your best friend over your uni work. But the London shows were over now, and your assessments were still sitting on your desk staring at you and they weren’t going to do themselves. You sat down on your bed, with your laptop and all your notes, ready to get started on the business report, and about 10 minutes later you got a message from Harry:
“Tonight’s my last night in London, I’m coming over with wine because I’ve missed you”
“I have assignments to do Harry”
“Well, we’ll get drunk and do your assignments together, I miss you Y/N and I won’t be home for months after this”
“How good are you at business reports?”
“Terrible, but I’m great at encouragement”
“It’s a deal then”
An hour later, you’d written a total of 10 words of 2000 on your report and you were ready to give up when Harry knocked on the door. His hair was tied back with a headscarf and he was wearing his trademark skinny jeans and a white t-shirt, bottle of wine in one hand, and blocks of chocolate in the other.
“Hi Stranger” you smiled as you let him in
“I saw you two nights ago- I’m hardly a stranger” he walked in, placing the wine on your counter and searching your cabinet for two glasses “you still don’t have wine glasses, do you?”
“I’m a student Harry, I don’t drink wine enough to justify buying wine glasses” you said, walking into your room to grab your laptop and your notes
“Mugs it is then” he laughed, pouring the wine into your two favourite coffee mugs and handing you one as you walked back in the room “So, what are we writing a report about?”
“Small business management” you smiled sarcastically “I’ve written 10 words so far, so I’m really smashing it out”
“Out of how many?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow
“Right then” he sat down on the stool at your counter “guess we’re settling in for the night”
You walked over to where he was sitting and rested your head on his shoulder “I’ve missed you H.” he turned the chair around and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your chest
“I’ve missed you too” he laughed “and your boob cushions”
“There’s no cushioning there” you giggled, pushing his head away from your chest
“Good point” he smiled.
Harry was right when he said he was good at encouragement, he sat while you worked and made small talk, telling you all the stories from the tour that he’d forgotten to tell you about over skype. Every time you stopped writing he would urge you to keep going, helping you out where he could, but finding himself way out of his depth most of the time. With the first bottle of wine down and the second one freshly opened, you decided you were too drunk to write any more, so you shut your laptop and poured yourself another glass while you connected your phone to the Bluetooth speaker Harry had bought you for your 20th birthday.
“It’s time to s-sing Harry” you stumbled over your words, standing up from your chair as the first few notes of ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ sounded around the room. His eyes widened, recognising the song and a large smile appeared on his face as he sang the first line.
“You’re insecure, don’t know what for” you both sang, pointing your fingers at each other, and dancing around the living room
“Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you” you laughed as Harry slurred his way through his own solo, giggling even more when you sang what what came next
“You sing this song every night!”
“And I don’t know the words” he burst out laughing, grabbing onto your hand and spinning you around “You don’t know you’re beautiful” he sang loudly throwing his head back and smiling at you.
The moonlight beamed into the dark living room as you and Harry danced your way around your flat, not bothering to turn the lights on as you stumbled over furniture and each other.
“People going all the
Yeah, all the way
I’m still wide awake”
Harry grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, taking the headscarf with it, he threw it on the floor and continued dancing, flicking his shoes off as he went.
“I wanna stay up all
And jump around until we see the sun
I wanna stay up all night
And find a girl and tell her she’s the one”
You were both singing at the top of your lungs, and you found yourself giggling every time Harry sang his own parts, mocking the change in the sound of his voice in the three years that had passed since the recording of the album.
“Hasn’t changed that much, me voice gets deeper when ‘m drunk” he said, pulling his socks off
“H- Harry?” you hiccupped as he started unbuttoning his jeans “why” you paused for a moment, watching as he struggled out of his jeans “are you taking your clothes off”
“don’t like clothes” he laughed “too restricting”
You shrugged and kept dancing as ‘One Thing’ echoed through the room, not unimpressed with the view.
“So get out, get out,
get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
I don’t, I don’t, don’t know what it is
But I need that one thing
And you’ve got that one thing”
You sang, grabbing onto Harry’s hand and Dancing over to the kitchen to pour you both some more wine. Forgetting about the loose floorboard, you tripped on it falling onto the floor.
“Fuck Harry!” you cried “my toe”
He slid his back down the kitchen counter, and crouched on the ground next to you, putting his arm around you “You’re poor l-little toeee” he cooed, offering you and hand to help you up into a sitting position. You leant your head on his shoulder and put your leg over his as he sat down.
“I’ve had enough dancing now” you sighed, reaching up and grabbing your wine off the bench
“Me too” he stroked your leg gently
“Harry Styles is naked in my flat” you giggled “most girls would kill to be me right now”
“I’m naked in Y/N Y/L/N’s flat” he rested his head on yours “I think I’m the lucky one.”
I’m falling a little bit in love with Harry and Y/N’s friendship in this story and I love giving more background to them, so this was a lot of fun to write! Thanks for this request anon 💕 💕
Requests are open for this series, so let me know what you want to see. I’m hoping to have part 7 done by Tuesday, but I haven’t started it yet, so I’m not making any promises
All the love, Lyss xxx