Harry Styles Imagines

Spin the bottle

It was another typical Friday night after college finished, we gathered at the frat house like usual for the party. The only difference was that this time the 'no fu<ks given' Harry Styles had came this time. In fact he was sat opposite me playing 'spin the bottle' despite how much he moaned at the start when his friends suggested he joined in. If I can remember correctly even with the amount if alcohol I've consumed substituting me in being intoxicated, it went along the lines of: "Why the fu<k do I want to play some immature sh!t like this? I don't even know why the fu<k I even turned up!"

It was kind if strange considering he was part of the fraternity and he was never at the parties, he was missing out on the fun.

He looked very attractive, that was no surprise; he always looked great.
It was my turn to spin the bottle and who ever it landed on would have to do something with me, the decision would be made by one of the people sitting in the circle. I just hope it wouldn't land on my ex. I leaned forward and soon the bottle was spinning, I watched it intensely.

"Jay!"

"Fu<k" I muttered silently to myself.

"That's harsh man, let her spin it again." another person commented fortunately. He was the ex I was talking about and I know it wouldn't go well. When I tried to break it off with him it kind of went to the extremes, he basically got possessive and a little crazy. I haven't really talked to him for about 6 months after the police got involved and that's how I want it to stay.

I leaned forward again and span it, this time I hoped it landed on someone other than Jay!
Gradually after every circular movement it made, it slowed down inutile it stop in front of a man wearing black jeans and black boots with silver buckle things attached. I scanned his body and when I reached his chest I knew exactly who it was, he long curly locks gave it away. Harry Styles! 
When I looked at his face he had his famous smirk plastered across it.

We both stood up, I followed him up the stairs leading to where ever he was heading.

"This room looks free." I spoke to him for the first time tonight.

"I'm not going in there." He spoke with a disgusted tone; the look on his face matched his voice. "We're going to my room."

"That would make sense." I basically said to myself seeing as he never even replied.

We stood outside in the hall way while he fiddled with the key to unlock the door, I guess he liked to have privacy?

When I walked in to his bedroom it wasn't like I had guessed it too be, the walls had been creatively painted and some famous paintings had been hung in the walls.

"Wow! This--- it's amazing!" I spoke in awe, it looked wonderful.

"I did it myself." He pointed out, he spoke like he was proud but it wasn't boastful. His tone held a hint on sadness, like he was lonely. I didn't want to say anything about that incase it angered him.

He unbuttoned his red flamingo shirt, his style was not like anyone I had seen before but I like it. It suited him well.

Once his shirt was put in the laundry basket, I could see his fully exposed chest. His tattoos looked beautiful, I didn't know which I liked better: the butterfly, the two swallows, the '17Black' or the year which was tattooed into the carve of his collarbone. The tattoos on his arms were a different story, they were all so beautiful and again I would never be able to choose.

Finally he started to unbuckle his jeans, leaving him in just his black Calvin Klein boxers. His 'Brazil' and doe tattoo on his thigh was the last to be exposed to me. I liked how he could express himself creatively to the world with art instead of using his words to tell.

He got under the white duvet, I still had my denim shorts, white crop top and white converses on. First if all I pulled my converses off with my hands; I was kind of a freak about making sure I kept them clean. Then I took of my short which followed by the crop top, I was left in my white lace lingerie.

I crawled along the top of the duvet until I straddled Harry. I roamed my hands along his chest until they landed in his unruly hair. I was acting confident by leaning in first, we got off for a while; we both released moans in the process. Harry was the first to pull away and stop me from trying to kiss his lips for a second time.
Instead I tried rocking against him but he soon had his large hands on my waist, stopping me.

"I don't like sluts Y/N."

"I'm not!" I defended myself."

"I know you're not but you are acting like one now that you are tipsy. I stopped you because I'm not going to take advantage of you while you're in this state, I'm not a rapist baby."

"But you kissed me earlier..."

"I wasn't thinking but I know I shouldn't have done it. I couldn't stop myself, you're something else."

I got off him and started to look for my clothes, this was embarrassing. I made a fool of myself.

"Wait, it doesn't mean I want you to leave. Plus if you go out there someone else will do something you will regret in the morning, I don't want that to happen to you!"

I was flattered that he didn't want me to go, what he was saying held truth.
"But my shorts will be uncomfortable to sleep in."

"Just sleep in your underwear then."

"Fine, I will give you one of my shirts so you can take your bra off and in the morning you can wear a pair of my boxers. That is the best I can offer you love."

"I guess that will do." I smile up at him.

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I woke up the following morning from a slight pain in my neck, when I looked at the uncomfortable pillow I momentarily realised it wasn't a pillow but a males chest. After the realisation kicked in, I soon remembered all of the night before.

Everyone misunderstood Harry, they made him out to be some monster with attitude and trust me it could see the attitude side but when we were alone it was gone. He was respectful of me, I guess he treated women well.

While he was sleeping I finally got my chance to have a good look at him without worrying about being caught staring.  He was beautiful, truly mesmerising.

He was lied next to me, after a minute or two his arms looped around me and pulled me to lie the front of my body on his. My head nestled into the crook of his, this moment just felt so perfect. Harry was nothing like people thought, I liked the idea of being the only one to find it.

"I think I will be keeping you, well that's if you don't mind."

I could help but let a smile form onto my lips. "Of course I will be yours."
After saying 'great' or something like that he kissed my forehead. 

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