harry styles club imagines

Leather jacket*

A/N: I started writing a one shot. But I got a bit carried away so I decided to upload it in parts. This is part one. There’s no real action in this one. But hey we’ve got to start somewhere. Let me know what you think, and requests are always welcome.

In which Y/N and Harry are best friends and go out one night. Harry tries to say a bit sober to take care of Y/N and bring her home save.

Warning: none.

Part one.

Going out with my best friend always lead a night we’d never forget. One of those nights you talk about years after they happened. She always turned onto the craziest person ever when she’s drunk. She can’t help it, she loves to let go.

‘Let’s go for another round of shots.’ She exclaimed. She was clearly getting there, totally wasted. Which means I’d be the one taking her home and putting her into bed. I did it a lot of times before. I stayed over once before because I was not so sober myself and didn’t think it was a promising idea to go home by myself.

Y/N walked over to the bar and came back with four shots of tequila along with four lime wedges. Oh god. Why four, I question myself. Two wasn’t enough?

‘Two shots for monsieur and two shots for madame.’ She says as she takes the shots off the tray and put them in front of us. ‘I hope you’re okay with tequila.’ She adds.

‘One wasn’t enough for you?’ I ask her and put a little salt on my hand to lick it off. I take a shot in my hand. I knock it back in one gulp and bite down on the lime right after it. I let the liquor sink in. I’m so not made for tequila but honestly who is?

‘One would’ve been enough for me, but not for you. You clearly need some more booze. What did you drink, huh? Three beers? Maybe four.’ She complains after she takes her shot.

‘Well, one of us has to stay clear in their head. And that’s obviously going to be me, love.’ I tell her. She makes a pfft sound at me and gulps her second shot down her throat. A smashing sound took my attention right back to the table. She’d put her glass down on the table. I think she didn’t like my comment.

‘Take your shot Harry, you need it.’ Her hand takes the remaining shot to my lips. ‘Shit the salt.’ She comments at herself as she puts the shot down to put salt on her hand. ‘There you go.’ Is all she says as she holds her hand in front of me to lick off the salt, followed by the small glass on my lips and a lime shoveled in my face.

I gag at the lime. The sour taste isn’t much of a pleasure plus getting a lime wedge stuffed into your mouth isn’t the nicest thing ever. Apparently thinks it’s funny cause she’s laughing in tears. She turned around to head back to the bar. I run after her, she shouldn’t get another drink. She had enough already.

I stop her by taking her by the arm. ‘Don’t you think you’ve had enough?’ I ask her, and she shakes her head.

‘No, just one more.’ She whines like a little child. Oh, why did I ever agree on going out with her. I knew I’d end this way.

‘What about I bring you home and we drink a glass of wine when we get there?’ I suggest. Her body relaxes and she doesn’t try to get away anymore.

‘Whatever you want.’ She responds and points a finger at my chest playfully. ‘Let’s go home.’

I make my way to the wardrobe to get our coats. I hold up hers to help her get into it. ‘There you go, love.’ I say as I put on my leather jacket. I take her hand and lead her outside. ‘Let me get a taxi.’ I murmur. And raise my hand up to stop one driving by.

I help her get in the backseat and walk around to get in on the other side. ‘288 Oldfield Lane North, please.’ I request the driver.

After a solid twenty-minute ride, he stops at Y/N’s driveway. ‘It’ll be £17,- please.’ The driver speaks. I hand him a £20,- bill. ‘Keep the change.’ I tell him as I open the door on Y/N’s side to get her out of the car.

‘Harry, you’re the bestest.’ She says when I walk her to her door, making me chuckle. ‘What? Why are you laughing. I mean it Harold, you are the nicest.’ She says defending herself.

‘I know you think so, love.’ I tell her. ‘Where are your keys?’ I feel in her coat pockets, but there’s nothing in there. She fidgets with her purse. As she finds her keys she immediately hands them over to me. She’s just too lazy to unlock the door to her apartment herself.

I open the door and walk in, holding the door for Y/N. ‘You’re being such a gent.’ She exclaims. I chuckle once again taking her coat and hanging it where it belongs. I bet if I didn’t take it she would’ve just thrown in down on the ground.

She makes her way to the kitchen. ‘What about that glass of wine?’ she asks and she takes two wineglasses out of the cabinet. She turns around to grab a bottle of wine from another cabinet but to her disappointment there were none. ‘Harry, I think we have a problem. I’m out of wine.’ She says clearly sad about not getting that one last drink.

‘What about a beer?’ I suggest. Somehow, I started craving beer out of nowhere. I thought I had enough for tonight but I’d really would like an ice-cold beer right now.  Y/N walks to her fridge to check for beer and turns back to me with two bottles high up in the air and the goofiest smile ever. ‘C’mere.’ I hold out my hand to take the bottles from her and open them. I hand one over to Y/N.

I take of my shoes and let my body fall down on the couch, putting my feet on the coffee table. Y/N sits down next to me. I feel her eyes staring at me. I take a large sip of my beer. Oh, I was craving this so much.

Join the mile high club part 3*

You unbuckled your seatbelt and sat on his lap. You gave him a shy kiss at first but it didn’t take long till your kissing got more heated. 

“Finally…” he whispered. 

He buried his finger in your hair. You leaned your forehead against his and smiled. Your hand moved to his neck and you kissed him again. Harry started to move his hands down your waist and up again over your boobs. He was looking for the zipper of the dress. 

“Damn….” “it’s on the right side….right side..” you said out of breath. 

His hands reached for the zipper. You stood up and put down the strap from your right shoulder, then the one on the left side. You were looking at each other the whole time. The red dress fell on the floor with a ruffling noise. Now you were standing in front of him, without a bra….and…. with one of your oldest panties… as a revenge for the flimsy underwear he sent you.

He looked down at your panties. A grin spread on his face and shook his head. The panty was really old…heart prints that were red at one point, now nearly faded through the washing. You only wore this kind of underwear on your period, when he couldn’t see it. He reached his arms out for you.

“My girl…. so stubborn” he shook his head and leaned against your belly.

 You looked at him and brushed with your hand through his hair. He looked up at you and pulled you back on his lap. You could feel his bulge on your butt. He started to kiss you and caressed your breasts. He moved his finger over your nipples and moaned. You started to unbutton his shirt agonizingly slow at first, but got faster. Your naked chests were pressed together. His hand was in your hair.

 “Look what you are doing to me” You shuffled from his lap and kneeled in front of him. Your knees were pressed in the crème- coloured carpet. You kissed him and wandered down with your kisses till you reached the waistband of his pants. You looked at him. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly opened… his breathing was laboured and he gripped the arm rest tightly. You opened his belt buckle. Suddenly he rose from his seat and pushed his pants down. You could see a huge bulge that was still hidden in his black boxer shorts. A wet spot of precum was visible on the front of his boxers.

He pulled you up again. His tongue caressed yours and he nibbled on your bottom lip. You could hear the buzzing from the engine, the sound of your kissing and your laboured breathing. His hands went up on your thighs until he reached your centre. He pushed his hand in your panty. 

“You don’t need that old thing anymore. Why don’t we get rid of it?” You nodded your head and with one fast move you could hear the ripping sound of the material. 

You didn’t care, you wanted him….so badly…. You want to feel him inside of you…. Deep….

A tiny moan left your lips. You gripped his hair tightly as he put his fingers between your legs. You gasped for air. His fingers moved in a circular motion. You threw your head back.

 “I want you…. Here, right now….” You pant. “Oh pet…I’ve been waiting for that the whole time….”

You kissed him and pulled at his hair, a deep growl emitted from the back of his throat.

You brushed his cock, he was so hard. You tried to get rid of his boxers. 

“Easy there pet…” You shuffled from his lap again. Your hands gripped at the waistband of his boxers and you pulled them down his legs. He sighed. Your dragged your hands over the inside of his thighs. You kissed his thighs, until you reached his middle section. “Oh pet…do it… do it for me please….”

You looked up at him and he brushed your cheek and head with his hand. His index finger moved over your cheek and then your lips. You closed your eyes and relish his tender movements.

Your mouth hovered over his stomach. You kissed him and wandered down again, but this time your kisses went lower. He moaned…. Harry gripped at your arms and moved you up again.

He gave you a kiss and pulled slightly at your hair. You moaned. His fingers wandered in your meanwhile flooded centre.

 “wow….pet…” he whispered in your ear.

You wanted him so badly. Harry kneaded your breasts and caressed your nipple with his tongue. Your breathing got more laboured because of his fingers that were constantly working on your bundle of nerves.

 “stop..” you grabbed his wrist with trembling hands. He understood and stopped his movements and caressed your back instead.

Harry bends you over the armrest of the seat. Your rest your forearms on it. He drags his hands over your naked back, his fingers trace your spine…. A soft moan leaves your lips. You can feel his hard cock on your wet centre. He pushes into you slowly. you moan in union.

He fills you completely. He didn’t move, he savoured this moment for a bit, you could feel and hear it because of his breathing.

Oh god…. His first thrusts were slow and tenderly. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

He grabbed at your waist as his thrusts became harder. He pressed his fingers into the dimples of your back. His thrusting got faster….

He was deep inside of you when he decided to pause his movement.

“Please don’t stop…. Please” you begged.

Harry leaned over you and gave your boobs some attention. He rolled your nipples between his fingers… you held your breath….

You were a trembling mess by now and so was he. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head up carefully as he thrusts into you. You moaned loudly. You could feel and hear his heavy breathing. Every time he thrusts into you, he changes the direction slightly and every time it feels indescribably good for you. You didn’t even notice that you spread your legs more for him.

Harry pulled out and turned you around. He gave you an intense kiss and his hands wandered from your neck over your naked and sweaty body. He sat down in the seat and got you on top of him. You gave him more room with your legs at first but then you closed your legs a bit around him to squeeze him a little bit more. A deep moan left his lips. You leaned back but Harry held you tight in his arms.

Little droplets of sweat were on his forehead…. Either from the temperature or because of you.

You found a rhythm that was pleasurable for the both of you. You leaned forward and bit his shoulder gently. He groaned. “pet….” Was all he could say at this moment.

You were sure that the pilot could hear you, you were louder than the roaring of the engine.

Your mouth was at his ear. You nibbled on his earlobe… a hard thrust was his reaction to this.

Your hands rested on his shoulders. He wandered with his hands down your back, and kissed your boobs in the process, goosebumps rose on your skin. You started to move faster on top of him. His arms held you close to his body. His hand was placed on the back of your head. You leaned in and gave him a kiss. The kiss was full of passion and love…. You wanted to cum so badly.

Harry had his eyes closed.

“Pet… cum for me, only for me…”

You would love to do him this favour….

Your nails dug in his shoulder blade and he moaned because of the pain and want. Your head sunk on his shoulder and you whispered three words in his ear.

“I love you..”

He moaned loudly and nestled his head against yours. You could feel and taste the sweat on his skin.

“Oh love…” his words were nothing but a breathless whisper. You both came with such an intensity you were sure he could see the marks you left on his skin for a while. When you came down from your high, Harry wrapped his arms around you and pushed your tousled hair out of your sweaty face.

“I love you too..”

A tear rolls down your face. You were so relaxed… you were happy but sad at the same time… He bit on his lower lip and stopped the tear with his thumb.

“Hey… if I make you cry with this, we won’t do it again…” he said and chuckled. You glanced at him. You weren’t quite sure if he was being serious…. He was capable of anything.

He gave you a lopsided grin.

“Oh by the way, welcome to the mile high-club”

You blushed and rolled your eyes. His smirk grew bigger.

“Is there a contingent one has to pay?”

“Of course!  Sex in an airplane at least once a month… a blowjob is also accepted. He gave you a cocky smirk.

You shoved his shoulder.

“I see, boxing-match the next time…” he laughed.

You arrived at your destination and said your goodbyes to the pilot with red cheeks and tousled hair. You hopped out the plane barefooted and dressed in Harrys button down and boxer shorts. He had your dress over his bare shoulder and was clad in his dress pants. You ran hand in hand to his Range rover, so the paparazzi couldn’t get a glimpse of the two of you. You got in the back of the car and Harry drove off. Your head was against the window and you watched the passing houses. Your eyes got heavier and you fell asleep with a feeling of happiness, in the car of the man you loved so much.

Basically me when I’m not around my Directioner friends!

Book club for two (Harry Styles Imagine)

This is for the anon who requested a book club for two imagine. Thank you for your request and I hope you like! 


Harry loves Y/n. He loves everything about her. He loves the way she cares so much about everyone, he loves the way she laugh, he loves the way she talks… He loves her with everything in him.

She was sitting in the middle of their living room, reading one of the many books she has. When she moved in, Harry tried to convince her to donate her books and maybe get some digital library or something, but the only thing she did was through him a nasty look and continued to organize her books in the little library he made for her in their new flat.

“Babe, do you want some tea?” He asked her, hoping she would pay some attention to him. He was wrong. She was so absorbed in this new world that she couldn’t listen to him. He admires the pure beauty that was Y/n when she was reading a new book. She sat with her legs crossed, her glasses in the tip of her nose, wearing one of his shirts and with her hair stuck in a messy bun. She looks so beautiful, yet tired.

You see, if Y/n likes some book, she wouldn’t stop reading until she finished. And when she did finish, she couldn’t stop talking about it. Harry loved to see her exited, but right now he’s more concerned that he won’t be able to bring his lovely girlfriend back to real life.

Sighing, he went to their living room and sat right in front of her. She looked upset for whatever she was reading and Harry hated to see her like this, upset for whatever reason.

“Babe, it’s enough for today. C’mon, let’s get you a cup of tea and go to bed. You have work tomorrow.” He grabbed the book, closed and put on the sofa.

“Augustus is sick, Harry!” She said like he had any idea of whom Augustus were.

“I’m sorry, but it’s time to go to bed.”

And he carried her to their bed for a well-deserved night of sleep.


In the next day, Harry woke up alone in their bed. He knew that Y/n had to leave early for work because of some important meeting.

Getting up and going to make some breakfast, he spotted the book with the blue cover in the kitchen’s counter, completely finished. Y/n must have got off bed to read it while he was asleep. He missed his girlfriend the past few days. She was so concentrated in the damn book she didn’t pay attention to him at all. He wanted to talk to her again, about anything really, he just wanted to listen to her beautiful voice again.

Without much thinking, Harry carried the book and a cup of tea to their balcony and he sat there, ready to read the reason his girlfriend having been ignoring him and mostly important: Meet the guy she was falling in love this time. Augustus Waters.


“Honey, I’m home!” Y/n spoke as soon as she entered their shared flat. She was exhausted. Not only the meeting didn’t do it so well, she still was tired from being the whole night awake finishing “The Fault in Our Starts”.

Hearing no response from her lovely boyfriend, she hung her coat and went after him. The house was dark, indicating that maybe Harry was out with some friends. She entered their bedroom and much to her surprise, there he was, laying with the small blue book in hands and tears in his green eyes.

“Babe, what happened? Why are you crying?” She asked scared.

“It’s Gus. He died.” Harry sobbed. “How could he die, Y/n?! He and Hazel were so perfect a-and…”

“Oh Haz…” She chuckled and took her shoes off, getting in bed with him. “It’s true, they were perfect together. I cried a lot last night. I thought I was gonna wake you at one time.”

“I don’t know why you read this thing.” He put the book aside and tugged her to his chest “It’s so sad.”

“But it’s also a beautiful love story, don’t you think?”

“Ours is better.”

“That’s true.” She smiled and planted a small kiss in his collarbone. “Why were you reading that by the way?”

“I missed you. You’ve been so concentrated in that book that you haven’t talked to me very much. I wanted to have something to talk with you, something that would pull you out of that world.”

“Oh babe, I’m so sorry!” She hugged him. “You know how I get with new books, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok, I know. It’s one of the many things I love about you. But now I see why do you read so much.”


“It’s good to see someone’s adventures and story. It’s like entering a new world, isn’t it? I like it. We should do it more often.”

Harry chuckled when Y/n’s eyes lit up with his worlds. She has been trying to make him enjoy reading for so long and now he finally was agreeing!

“Book club for two?” She asked excited.

“Book club for two.”

She gave him a small kiss before standing up and running to their library.

“C’mon Haz, we need to find a new book to read!”

And while he stand in the hall listen to her exciting plans for their book club for two, he realized something: She was the girl of his dreams.


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Check, Please? Chapter 17

“Tell me allllll about it,” I said as sarcastically as I could all the while balancing my phone on my shoulder and trying to wash dishes in the sink at the same time.  Harry and I bought takeout the night before from my favorite Chinese restaurant in the city and had a candlelit dinner in the apartment.   It was nothing too romantic… almost cheesy if you ask me, but I loved it.  It seemed like that was how I would end up feeling about most everything we would do would – it would be cheesy and yet I would love it.  I was washing the dishes we used from the night before as quietly as I could as to not wake Harry.

Anna returned from her honeymoon and was gushing with every tiny detail about the places she and Tim went (which she paid for), the things they did (which she paid for), and the expensive foods they tried (can you guess who paid for those?).

“Tim bought me a shirt.  I love it.  On the front it says, ‘Someone who loves me bought me this shirt in Cancun.’  Isn’t that the cutest?!” Anna screeched over the phone.

I groaned. “Ann, they make those in like every country.  It’s nothing special.”

“Well damn, Scotty, you could at least pretend to be excited.”

“I’ll be excited the day you find a real man who actually wears the pants in the relationship.” I giggled though I was being completely serious. 

Anna huffed on the other end. “Well what did you do this week? Who’d you fuck?”

I laughed. “Louis.”

Louis Louis?!”

I laughed again and looked at the hallway to make sure Harry wasn’t near by. “Yes, Louis Louis.  I think I split his lip open though.  I kinda feel bad but he was being rough as ever.  I couldn’t help it that his lip was in my mouth when he slammed into me.”

Anna moaned. “You are so lucky.  I swear, he can be the sexiest thing… I would fuck him so hard-“

“Anna…” I cut her off. “You’re married.”

She chuckled, and I knew that if she was standing next to me she would have swatted me playfully. “That doesn’t mean much.  How was the Calvin Klein shoot?”

“Fine,” I answered shortly.  Christina popped into my head, her nasty naked body rubbing all over Harry’s back.

“Well that’s good.  How was the reunion?”

I grumbled. “A disaster. Therese managed to find my wrecked Volvo and mentally fucked me up for a few days-“


I nearly dropped the phone into the sink.  When I caught it in my soapy hands, I slapped the faucet off and stepped away from the sink. “Jesus, you don’t have to be so loud!”

“THAT BITCH DID WHAT?!” Anna screamed again, ignoring my annoyance toward her volume level.

“Talk to Harry about it, I’m not getting into detail.”

Anna stuttered on the other end, trying to contain her questions for Harry.  I could tell she was struggling.“Well what the hell else happened while I was gone?!”

I bit my lip. “Harry and I are together.”

“Right now?”

I frowned.  “Yes.”

“Well what are you doing?”

I leaned against the island in the kitchen and shook my head. “No, we’re together.”

“At the apartment?”

“NO ANNA.  Together physically, yes, he is in the apartment with me.  But we are TOGETHER.  Together.  T O G E T H E R. Like-“


I nearly hung up the phone as Anna’s voice bellowed through the earpiece of my phone for the millionth time that morning. “Yes!” I hissed, peeking down the hallway to see if Harry was awake. “Like a couple!”

“Jesus Christ. Maybe I should just leave more often, it seems like good things happen when I’m not there.  Well, except the reunion… Is Harry awake? I want to know what happened.”

“He’s not I don’t think,” I said, poking my head down the hallway again. “Just talk to him later.  We might go out tonight, you should come.”

“Tim probably won’t want to.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fuck Tim.”

Anna laughed. “I did that in Cancun about a hundred times.”

I grimaced. “And that’s my cue to hang up.  Text me, okay?”

Anna was still laughing on the other end, so I shook my head and hung up.  God love her.

I do have to admit that I was a bit sad that Anna didn’t show up at La Mirage later that night.  For as much as I loved boys (MY boys, I might add), I also loved to have some girl time with Anna.  I always had a hard time complaining to Harry about the horrors of a period and the millions of emotions I had running in my head about boys and… well, him.  However, I know it would have been completely awkward if Tim had shown up with her.  Louis would have been able to find some way to poke fun at Tim (without Tim catching on, of course) and keep a light conversation going but it would have been weird for the rest of us. I was happy to see, however, that Liam turned up again.   There was something about his ever-glowing face that just made my day.  I admired him from across our table in the corner as Harry and Louis got drinks.

“Liam, quit your job with Mr. Kyrie.”

Liam’s eyes widened at me. “What did you say?”

I laughed. “I said quit! Leave the old man.  He’s got other models.”

Liam chuckled uncomfortably and shifted in his seat.  He turned and looked at Niall, who was bouncing in his seat already too drunk to understand our conversation anyways.

“But why would I do that?” Liam asked, leaning over the table so I could hear him over the music. 

“Because you can come work for me! You’re hired!”

Liam’s eyes widened again, but this time with a more positive energy than before. “You would hire me?”

“Yes! Of course! Have you seen yourself??” I grinned at him and stuck my right hand out for him to shake. 

He beamed and grabbed my hand quickly, shaking it vigorously. “Oh god, Scotlan, this is amazing.”

“Hey now,” Harry shouted as he approached the table.  “What kind of deal is going on here?”  I admired his hands as he carried and distributed at least ten drinks around the table, including a decent sized glass of water for him and myself.  It amazed me how much he could do with his hands.

“Shaking on a dollar amount that would get Scotlan into bed with you?” Louis asked as he plopped down beside Niall and slid a few drinks around the table to no one in particular.

Next to me, Harry tensed and shot Louis a nasty glare.  He put his arm around me and gripped my side tightly, a gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by everyone at the table.

Zayn “ooh”ed and eyed us closely. “Got something to tell us, do you two?  Harry’s been mighty protective tonight…”

All of the boys, including Niall in his drunken stupor, turned and waited for either of us to say something.  I shrugged and tried to hide my grin, but Harry, as usual, was a little more outspoken. “No one can mess with her anymore right now.  She’s my girl.”  He pulled my chair closer to his and hugged me more tightly to his body like he was afraid I might get up and leave him. My chest tingled when his voice echoed in my head… “My girl.”

Niall began to laugh across the table, causing Harry to furrow his brow, but Zayn and Liam quickly distracted us with grins and congratulations and handshakes and side hugs.  Louis cocked and eyebrow at me and remained silent but gave me a thumbs-up.  As he turned to look at the dancing crowd, a light shown on his face and we could all see his swollen lip. 

“Mate…” Zayn gasped, leaning toward Louis with his eyes wide. “Didja get into a fight?  I didn’t notice your lip before now.”

Louis chuckled and touched his lip where it puffed out more than usual.  He winced and looked at me. “Not really a fight.”

“What the hell happened?” Liam asked, leaning sideways to get a better look at the discolored spot on Louis’ mouth.

Louis sat back and crossed his arms over his chest, clearly preparing some great story in his head.  I prayed to God and pleaded at Louis with my eyes not to tell them it was me.  At least not in front of Harry.

“The other night, yeah?  I had just escorted Scotlan back to her apartment.  I wanted to make sure she made it there alright without some creep trying to take her home and sex her up, you know?” He nodded at me.  “I came back to the club to find you lads… but this girl stops me at the front door.  Smoking hot.  Kicking body.  Gorgeous eyes… I remember seeing her before a few times… actually more than a few times before in my life.”

“At the clubs?” Niall slurred.

Louis grinned. “Yeah, Niall.  Sure.  The clubs.  That’s where I’d seen her before.” He looked back at me, a confident smirk plastered across his face. “So she tells me she wants to leave. Naturally, I lead her to my place.  We get in the door to my apartment and I turn around to offer her a drink and this girl already has her clothes off.  She wanted it bad.  She had this bra on too that made her boobs look like they were sculpted by Michelangelo himself.  Perfect.”

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest defensively, but no one seemed to notice.  Even Harry was laughing at Louis’ tale.  I’m sure he wouldn’t have been laughing if he knew it was my “perfect” chest that Louis was exaggerating.

Louis continued. “She jumped on me.  I pushed her up against the wall and slammed into her so hard that she just couldn’t take it I guess.”  He motioned toward his lip. “She nearly took my lip off.”

Shit,” Liam swore, looking again at Louis’ lip.  The more I looked at it, the worse I felt.  I didn’t know I had done that much damage.

“Ahh but don’t feel bad.  It was some of the best sex I’d ever had… until she started talking about her feelings,” Louis said, his eyes landing directly on me.  I gasped and scowled at him.

All of the boys, even Harry groaned. “She didn’t,” Harry said, shaking his head.

I pouted for a moment as they all laughed. “Ugh, that is so annoying,” Liam said, rubbing his face with both hands.

“Well I think she was smart,” I almost shouted, sitting forward in my chair.

Niall began to laugh uncontrollably again.  I glared at him until Liam slapped him upside his blonde head and asked, “Why do you think that?”

I shifted back against Harry’s body and glanced up at him.  He stared down at me with big, green eyes, waiting for me to answer as well. I shrugged. “Well maybe she just needed a male perspective about something.  If she came up to you and just asked out of the blue, you would think she was weird and annoying and probably wouldn’t give her solid advice, if any at all.  Instead, she got you halfway into sex where she knew you wouldn’t leave or ignore her and then asked you.”

All of the boys sat in silence as I made my point. Harry grinned down at me and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “I think Scotlan wins this round, Louis.”

“Obviously…” Louis leered, looking me in the eyes and touching his lip again. He winced melodramatically, making me feel bad on purpose.  I scowled at him.

“LET’S DANCE!” Niall shouted, scaring all of us.  He shoved Louis out of his seat, shot up out of his own seat, did a pirouette, and continued to the dance floor.  He approached a group of girls all dancing on each other and raised his hands up above his head before bellowing drunken slurs about how awesome of a night he was having.  All of the people around him laughed and copied him, raising their drinks above their heads and shouting.

Harry and I both laughed as we watched Niall begin to pop his hips forward and shake his arms all around.  Harry pushed me up off of his chest and took my hand. “Let’s dance, Fancy Pants.”

It was so weird being in a club with Harry.  I mean, usually I was with him but not actually with him.  I was so used to standing across the room and watching him use that stupid pick-up line on some unfortunate, lonely girl  - so used to it that even while we were dancing together, I couldn’t help but look around for him.  It was like I had forgotten I was dancing with him.  It didn’t feel like this was actually happening.  I was expecting to look up and see him through the crowd, grinding with another girl.  But he wasn’t.  This time, he was grinding on me.  I grinned and turned to face him.

“I never realized how good of a dancer you were, Miss Ray,” He purred into my ear.

I giggled and placed a small kiss on the far corner of his mouth.  “You haven’t been watching me these last couple of weeks?”

Harry slid his hands down my sides and looked at my green form-fitting dress, paying close attention to my chest where the fabric of the dress sagged to reveal some skin.  He bit his lip as he watched my hips sway against his own. “I have, but there is a huge difference between watching-“ I spun around and planted my hips in his backside.  Harry nearly choked.  He gripped me more tightly as he chuckled and leaned forward to breathe in my ear. “-and actually dancing with you.”

I grinned.  I felt relaxed.  I didn’t care about anything for most of the night.  It was nice to be able to go out and not have to hunt down some poor bastard just because I wanted to have sex.  I liked being with someone I didn’t have to impress, especially since Harry knew everything about me.  I had nothing to hide from him and I didn’t have to act like some suave bitch just for him to come to bed with me.  For more than half the night, Harry and I danced awkwardly and made faces at each other in the flashing lights trying hard to make the other person laugh.  I didn’t notice anyone around us until Liam tapped me on the shoulder.  Harry and I continued to dance as we turned and watched him dancing with some girl.  He waved ecstatically at us and pointed down at the girl who was completely bent over in front of them.  If they didn’t have clothes on I would have thought they were doing business right there on the dance floor.  I shot Liam a wink and a thumbs-up.

Harry stopped dancing after a while and pointed in the direction of our table.  I shook my bangs out of my face and spotted Zayn waving us over excitedly.  Harry took my hand and I grabbed Liam’s, taking him away from his girl as we made our way to the table.

“Hey, you wouldn’t at least let me say goodbye?” He laughed behind me, turning back to look at the girl he was dancing with who was standing puzzled in the crowd.

“You’re a handsome guy, you’ll pick up another girl no time,” I laughed.

Before we even got to the table, I knew what Zayn was excited about.  I could smell it.  Louis, who had got to the table first, turned to face Harry, Liam, and I as we approached. I was surprised at how quickly his eyes turned bloodshot with just a few inhales.  He grinned slowly and handed the weed to Liam, who eyed the bud suspiciously but pinched the end of it with his lips after a moment and breathed in.  He choked and coughed the air out of his lungs, bending over to clutch his chest.  “Pass me some water, quick,” He croaked.

Zayn took the bud from Liam’s hand as he and Louis laughed. “Never smoked weed before?”

Liam shook his head as he gulped down the water. “Is it supposed to burn your throat?”

Zayn took a final drag on the bit of weed he was holding as Louis rolled another bit. “Just a little.  You’ll get used to it.” Louis lit the new bud and held it out to me.  I took it and studied it for a moment before looking up at Harry.  He shrugged.  The first time we smoked together (which was also the last time) was somewhat of a disaster.   Someone in our dorm left a large bag of weed on the counter of the bathroom – probably a drunken mistake from the night before – but instead of just ignoring it or turning it in to someone like we should have, Harry and I smoked some of it.  For a while, it was funny because I had a strange urge to just sit on the floor and rock back and forth.  Harry, on the other hand, ended up eating three entire packages of Oreo’s and then getting angry.  I don’t know why.  He slammed things around and nearly broke his desk in half.  He was shouting about some girl he had a crush on and tearing his pillows apart and crying about how his grades were shit, and all I could do was rock back and forth, listen to his tantrum, and laugh.  It wasn’t until the next morning after we had slept our highs off that we really realized exactly the amount of damage that he had done.

I figured that maybe this time it would be different.  He didn’t have grades to be stressed about and he had me as a girlfriend.  He would have nothing to be angry about.  Apparently, Harry had the same thoughts because after letting me take the first drag on the blunt, he pinched the paper between his lips and inhaled.  We both held the smoke inside our lungs until our heads spun and then slowly let the air back out into the club atmosphere.  My mood was almost instantly improved and my body relaxed, making the dancing much more interesting once Harry and I got back to the dance floor.  I needed to rock though.  I needed to bounce or swing my hips.  I laughed as I realized that being high made me this way.  I enjoyed feeling Harry behind me, clutching my sides protectively and rubbing hard against me like a genie would pop out of my ass.  I would turn around occasionally and tease him with my lips, pressing them to the skin revealed by the open collar of his black shirt or leaning in close to his lips and letting them just barely touch before spinning around again and forcing him back away from my face with my bum.  He teased me with his hot breath, dragging his parted lips down my neck and panting into my skin until goose bumps appeared.

I threw my hands in the air and squealed as I spotted Liam making his way toward us.  Liam hugged me tightly and then lightly pushed me back into Harry.  Liam’s eyes were bloodshot now, and I could tell he was feeling the high.  Louis and Zayn must have given him another shot with the weed after Harry and I left.

“Have you seen Niall?” He shouted over the music. 

I was so wrapped up in Harry that I had forgotten all about Niall.  I looked around for some sort of commotion – crazy dancing, anyone doing body shots, someone in a pathetic fight, obnoxious yelling – the things you would usually find Niall in the middle of in the club.

“There he is!” My eyes followed Harry’s hand as he pointed across the club.  At one of the booths, we could see one of Niall’s large, white shoes sticking out of the end of the bench.  The rest of his body was hanging under the table. 

I laughed. “He’s passed out.  He’s not going anywhere.”

I kept my back pressed against Harry as we continued to dance.  I watched Liam in front of me, dancing with any girls who might dare to approach him with his wild dance moves.  I giggled and cheered him on as he attempted a head spin and a few handstands as well as other moves that I’m pretty sure he invented on the spot.  I couldn’t stop laughing, especially when he approached me and shimmied his upper body so hard that his batman hat fell off of his head.  Liam seemed honored that I would be laughing at him and grinned, his face red from all of the work he was doing.  When I finally seemed to get a hold of myself, I looked up at him and noticed he wasn’t grinning anymore, but rather looking off into the crowd behind me.  “Where is Harry going?” He asked.

I hadn’t even recognized that Harry was no longer with me. I turned and looked through the crowd which had just parted for Harry who was making his way quickly to the exit.  “Harry!” I called, chasing after him.  The crowd began to close in on me but I kept pushing through. “Harry, wait!”

When I finally looked up again, he was gone.  By the time I made it out the door, I could see the tail lights of the Celica all the way down at the end of the street.  I frowned and hurried back to the table where Zayn and Louis were completely spaced out.

“Drive me home,” I half-asked, half-commanded Zayn.

He squinted up at me. “Why not Harry?”

“He just left me here and I don’t know why,” I whined, looking at the doors to the club again.

Zayn crossed his arms. “Well why not Louis?”

“I know you’re high 99% of your life and I trust you more to drive,” I said, pulling at his wrist and picking up my handbag from my chair.  Zayn rolled his eyes and grunted.

“Okay, okay.  Just help me get the Irishman first.” He stood up slowly. “LOUIS-“ He called, slapping Louis’ cheek. “Keys, mate.  I’m driving.”

Zayn and Louis argued over who would drive as we collected Niall and Liam and even as the valet got Louis’ car. 

“It’s my car!” Louis bellowed.

“But I have more experience driving high!” Zayn replied calmly.

“It’s not like drunk driving, I know what I’m doing and where I’m going…” Louis said, closing his eyes as we still waited for the valet.

“I’m just talking about reaction time.  You’re slow when you’re high,” Zayn pointed out.

Louis frowned. “I am not slo-“

Zayn slapped Louis in the face.  Louis took a deep breath and prepared to defend himself, but he remained silent.  When the car rolled up, Louis jumped into the passenger’s seat without arguing at all.  Liam helped to keep Niall’s unconscious head off of me as Zayn drove us through the dark streets.  Liam tried to get me to sing along with the music on the radio, but I was too pissed off to sing along with him.  Why would Harry leave me like that?

I was glad the boys simply dropped me at my apartment and left.  I didn’t want any of them there when I screamed at Harry.  I kicked the Celica as I passed it in the garage, slammed open the door, and kicked my heels off.  I stomped through the apartment, looking around the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, and my even room for Harry.  When I got to his room, it was an atrocious mess.  His sheets were torn off his bed and his colognes and other miscellaneous bedroom trinkets were scattered everywhere.  He emerged from his closet half-clothed, but didn’t look at me as he walked by to grab his sweat pants from his dresser.

I threw my hands up and brought them back down quickly to slap my sides. “Care to explain what the fuck is going on?”

Harry growled. “Don’t act like you’re mad at me.  You have no reason to be mad.”

I threw my purse across the room at him, hitting him square in the back. “You just fucking left me at the club! You left me!”

Harry took two giant steps toward me and forced me against the wall. “Don’t throw your shit at me-“

I lifted my hand to try and slap him but he pinned my hands to my side. “It’s that weed turning you into an angry bastard,” I spat at him. 

He snarled and gritted his teeth, his hot breath blowing into my face as he panted angrily. “It had nothing to do with the weed, Scotlan.”

I used all of my strength to force my body off of the wall and pushed Harry backward. “THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?!  Tell me!”

“IT’S LIAM, DAMMIT!” Harry screamed at me.  I gulped.  I had never heard him yell so loudly in my life, and especially never at me.  I wanted to ball up and cry.  Harry didn’t seem to notice. “You’re all dancing with me and as soon as he comes over it’s like I wasn’t there! You were not even paying attention to me but giggling at his dancing and telling him he’s handsome and he’ll find another girl and shit and… UGH!” He roared through his teeth and punched his bed.

“Cripes, Harry, he’s a friend!  He was being funny so I laughed! It’s not like I was flirting with him!”

“Well it sure sounded like you were!”

I huffed at him and stomped to my room, taking my dress over my head and throwing it down on the floor.

“Don’t walk away from this!  We have to talk about this!”  Harry yelled as he emerged in his doorway.

“I’ve said all I needed to say!  I was laughing at a friend!”  I shouted across the hall at him. 

“You told him he was handsome!”

I laughed coldly. “I tell Anna she’s beautiful all the time but that doesn’t mean I’m flirting with her!”

“That’s different,” Harry said, the volume of his voice relatively lower than where it had been for the last minute.

“It’s not any different, Harry!  I’ve told lots of guys that they’re attractive and it hasn’t bothered you before!”

Harry’s jaw was clenched but his eyes were surprisingly calm. “You’re right.  Scotlan, you’re right.  I’m sorry.  I guess I’ve just never really paid attention.” He gripped his door handle and stared at the floor of the hallway separating us. “I think this was all a mistake.  We can’t make this work.”

I frowned. “What? Make what work?”

“Us,” Harry answered softly. 

“Shit.”  I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re giving up again.”

Harry looked up at me. “Again?”

“Yes! You always give up on everything!”

The fire returned to Harry’s eyes.  He curled his fists into balls. “I do not-“

“Yes you do!  It started with giving up on your damn family.  You walked away from them just because they didn’t give you the attention you wanted!”

Harry shot me a nasty glare. “I don’t talk about your family and you don’t talk about mine.”

I ignored him.  “You almost tried out for the X-Factor.  You practiced singing “Isn’t She Lovely” for AGES. You and I got backstage – and then what?!  You gave up! You quit because you thought the guy before you who got through ‘was horrible’ and you said ‘there wasn’t even a competition.’  What sense does that make?  You could have been a singer, Harry.”

“But now I’m a successful model! So what the fuck does that matter!?” Harry said, slapping his doorframe.

I widened my eyes. “You almost weren’t a model! You almost gave up on me when I was struggling to make it in the photography world!”

Harry gawked at me. “I didn’t almost-“

I held up my hand. “Don’t you fucking lie to me.  There were nights I went to sleep crying because I was scared I was going to wake up and you would be gone.  I know you thought about leaving too.  You thought you were too good for your parents, you thought you were too good for the X-Factor.  You thought you were too good for me.  Even now, you think that I’m the one messing all of this up.  You think you’re too good for me right now too-“

Harry stepped into the hall. “Scotlan-“

“Fuck you-“ I yelled before slamming my door.  I pushed against it as he threw his body into the door and tried to turn the handle.  

“Scotlan, please open the door-“

“Go away.” I let a tear escape down my cheek.  I couldn’t believe I just said all of that to Harry.  He was my best friend in the whole world.  He was my boyfriend… and for some reason, the thought of him giving up on me after a single day made me want to scream.  I watched him give up on so many things in his life and never said a word, but I couldn’t let him give up on me.  I wouldn’t.

Everything in the apartment was silent, but I could still feel the pressure from his body against the door.  I slowly let go of the handle and pressed my head against the wood.  I imagined Harry doing the same thing, holding his fists up like he was about to pound on the door but resisting. 


I breathed slowly.

“Scotlan, please.”

I still didn’t say a word.

“I.. I’m sorry.”

I sighed.

“I give up on a lot of things…” He continued. “But you would never be one of them.”

He got me.  I relaxed my body just enough for him to push through the door quickly and snatch me up into his arms.  He hugged me more and more tightly, rocking slowly back in forth as he pressed his lips to the top of my head and breathed deeply into my hair.  “I think we need to start this out the right way,” he said, pushing my shoulders back to look me in the face.  He stroked my hair.  “We need to go on a real date like a real couple would.  Not to a club and not Chinese takeout.”

I giggled. “Well if you insist.”

Harry nodded. “I do insist.”

“Tomorrow?” I asked, peering up into his eyes.  They flickered around each little part of my face as he watched me, so calm and full of energy, as always.  While I was much calmer now too, I still couldn’t shake his horrible scream out of my ears.

“Tomorrow is great.” He kissed me on the forehead and grabbed my hand as he walked backward out of the room.  He let my fingers fall from his own as he crossed the hallway and stood in his doorway, admiring me. “It’s a date,” he said, nodding to confirm.  I nodded once at him and let a small smile form on my lips.  I flipped off my light and climbed into my bed, facing away from the door.  I listened to Harry shuffle around his room for a few minutes and then heard him switch off the light and climb into his own bed.  I flipped over silently and looked across the hall at his bed.  I couldn’t tell for sure, but I thought I saw his green eyes glowing in the darkness as he stared across the hallway at me too.  Could we really make this work?

Harry Styles Club Imagine

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Harry Styles Imagine

We stepped into the night club, Harry held me close to him. The smell of sweat and alcohol hits me. Harry drags us all to the bar as we order shots and find a table for us all to sit at. We found a booth near the back of the club but close enough to the dancefloor. We all sat around the booth; Harry, me, Luke, Niall, Michael, Calum, Liam, Ashton and Louis. I was the only girl as Sophia couldn’t join us.

We all could talking and laughing and drinking.

“Okay, okay let’s all play…Never have I ever!” Louis suggested.

-basically a game were someone says a statement and if you done whatever is suggested you take a shot, if you haven’t, you do not drink-

“Okay I’ll go first!!” Calum shouts.

“Never have I ever French kissed someone sat at this table!” he says looking around.

I and Harry both take a drink.

“Okay never have I ever kissed a person of the same gender” Ashton shouts randomly.

I nervously take a shot from the centre off the table and throw it down my throat. I returned my head to the middle to be greeted by shocked faces.

“YOU’RE SUCH A LUCKY SON OF A BITCH HARRY STYLES!!!” Ashton shouted and pretended to sulk.

Harry grins and everyone bursts out laughing whilst I blushed.

“Okay never I have I ever skinny dipped,” Harry says breaking the laughter.

Me, Luke, Michael and Calum all take a shot.

“Never have I ever…had sex” I say. There is dead silence as we all take a drink.

“Never have I ever had sex in a public place?” Niall suggests. Everyone looks around the table and I sigh as I reach for a shot and down it.

Everyone stares at me when Ashton jokingly yells, “just be my girlfriend right now!!” Everyone laughs and Harry puts his arm around me and smirks.

“I’m really getting a great reputation right now.” I whisper to Harry.

“Well a good one with the boys!” he whispers back chuckling.

“Okay never have I ever put on a uniform for sex!” Louis says.

“Oh for fuck sake!!!” I yell as I down a shot. I heard some gasps and when I looked back down I was met with every shocked boys.

“What was it?” Luke asks.

“…a nurses uniform…!” I reply as Harrys, Ashtons, Calums and Lukes eyes popped out of their heads.

“Have you still got it?” Harry questions in my ear and grips my thigh while smirking, I slowly nod and giggle.

“Okay let’s continue the game…” I say quickly changing the subject.

“Yeah okay, never have I ever done doggie style…” Liam suddenly speaks up.

Louis, Harry and I take a drink.

“hhmmmmmm…but of a coincidence that you both have taken a drink?….” Me and Harry look down and smirk. We continue the game learning more dirty secrets and everyone slowly get drunk and once we finish the game we all go dance before we leave.


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harry w/ u at the club

His hands would be everywhere, his touch rough and urgent in the darkness. Harry can’t get enough of you, his hot lips surrounding the purple welts painted on your throat by his teeth. The tight swell of barely-clothed bodies moving to the deep bass masks the sinful way his hips are grinding into you, but nothing can hide the sex dripping from your pores.

He would use his fingers to tell you what he’s dying to do to you, silently showing you the places he’s going to bruise with his mouth once he gets you out of your dress. He’s hard and throbbing against you when you pull on his hair, Harry’s moan sending chills across your skin.

Harry seems like he gets off on knowing how wet you get because of him, going higher and higher underneath your dress every time he hears you breathe his name.

Harry would make damn sure everyone knew you were his.