Shape Of You
Word Count: 1641
A/M: Of course inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You, I feel like a story based off it was a long time coming for me. Mentions of some sexy time but not exactly R rated. I also just spent a good 10 minutes staring at different gifs of Harry, what a hard job that was😉 Hope you like it! Tell me if you do Xx
You came to the bar with a couple of friends, celebrating a friend’s birthday. The plan was to take back a few drinks, go back to your friend’s place, and just have fun for the night. With everyone having busy lives, it was time to let loose.
However, this bar wasn’t exactly your scene, but for your friend’s sake you tried to get comfortable, and with the liquid courage flowing through your system you were able to do so.
You took to the little dance floor of the place and danced with your friends, and sang along loudly to the music. Other people at the bar had joined in, dancing with their friends, or dancing with yours. You eventually noticed that the whole place was up and dancing, except for one guy who was sat on a stool at the bar alone.
With the shots from earlier still in your system, you felt yourself walk over, taking the empty stool next to him.
At your presence the guy looked up for the first time away from his glass. He was young, and looked puzzled to see you there. However you just smiled, he was cute.
“What are you doing here all alone?” You asked.
“I’m sorry. Do I know you?"
"Probably not. I’m [Y/N].” You smiled, and you felt relieved to see him smile back.
"Well tell me Harry. Why are you sitting here all alone?"
He looked you up and down and began to chuckle at your question. But in your very tipsy state you didn’t think too much of it.
You waved at the bartender and she gave an acknowledging nod, "A shot for me and my friend Harry here.” You asked.
“Oh you don’t have to do that."
"Nonsense, it’s one on me. Like not physically on me. Not those kinds, but it’s on my tab. It’s time for you, Mr. Grumpy, to get out on the dance floor and dance."
He continued to chuckle and you felt relieved to hear it.
The bartender poured out two vodka shots and slid them to you both, and walked away to tend to someone else.
"Come on Harry. Either you can come have fun on the dance floor, or you can sit and sulk by yourself for the rest of the night. Your choice, I won’t force you.” You assured, holding your glass awaiting hopefully for him to clink the two together.