Harry Styles Imagines

Irish charm

This is dedicated to you Zara. You know who you are.

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Ireland had just made it to the top 16.

The entire country was going absolute bonkers and I couldn't be any more excited than I was at this very moment. It was no surprise Niall managed to score 10 tickets today for the live game tomorrow even though the tickets had been 'sold out' for 2 weeks now. Anyone would think our obsession with winning was conceited but infact fact it was just an Irish pride that I couldn't get enough of.

But the top 16!

Ireland would be playing England and I couldn't wait to beat their arses.

"You know, I had to pull a lot of strings to get these tickets but you repay me by locking me out of the house!" Niall called from outside the door. I chuckled as I skipped to the door, clearly too excited for my own good. I swung the door open to be greeted by a cheeky, grinning Niall with his guitar in hand. It was a tradition for us to jam to a few of our favourite songs before any event, especially the Euros2016.

It didn't take long for us to get into the music session and soon enough, my voice was hoarse from all the singing we had done in the past 3 hours. The time was about to hit 11pm and the last thing I'd want would be to be sleepy and tired during tomorrow's game, I had to save myself and my voice for all the cheering we were gonna do tomorrow.

And of course Harry was going to be there.

Sweet, handsome, beautiful, Harry.

A yawn escaped Niall's mouth as he closed his eyes in tiredness. I couldn't help but mirror his action and lay my head on his lap when he began to breathe heavier.

Tomorrow was going to either be the best day imaginable, or the most depressing and gloomy night ever.

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"Crap, I can't find my ticket!" I panicked as dug through my empty jean pocket only to find a few gum wrappers and a small twig.

"Relax twinkle toes, Liam has them all," my brother Jack reassured, allowing me to sigh in relief. At least it was someone responsible who was taking care of the tickets. "They are right over there, I'm going to get them. I'll be back."

I looked ahead at the long stampede of excited Irish fans. Our flag colours were painted across their faces, some shirtless with the team names on their bare torsos. I recognised Paul who took Daniel, James and I from the line and all the way around to the back entrance for VIP. He stood alongside me but didn't make any talk like he usually did.

"Ayy!" I looked behind to see Niall running and making his way towards me with the boys following behind. I couldn't help but notice we were wearing the same Irish themed jerseys.

"Ayy!" I called back as he opened his arms wide for me, lifting me in the air and spinning me around on the spot. "I'm so ready to kick England's arse!"

"Don't get ahead of yourself princess. We've been reigning champions two years in a row," A deep raspy voice chuckled from my side. I looked over to see non other than beautiful Harry and the others dressed in their England jerseys.

"Well your reign is about to end."

"Pfft as if. Let's bet on it," he put his hand out to shake with mine. I contemplated it but realised I didn't have much to lose. He wouldn't do anything I didn't want to.

"Fine," I retorted, clasping my hand in his. "50 Euro says Ireland wins today."

He threw his head back in laughter as the other boys simply held amused looks. It wasn't news to them that I might've had a little thing for Harry, it's not like had been subtle about it.

"Nah, a date with me says Ireland loses."

I nearly chocked on my saliva at his bet. I didn't expect that to come out of his mouth. But then again, you never really could put expectations on Harry because he was just too odd.

"50 euros and a date says Ireland will knock your team off their feet!" I chuckled, shaking his hand up and down. After he flashed me his dimpled perfect smile, I could only hope that Ireland wouldn't let me down.

It felt surreal sitting on the high class booth above everyone. It was so loud I couldn't hear myself think and frankly, I didn't care. I looked over to my brothers who gave me wide grins, clearly not being able to contain their excitement. The other boys somehow were managing to talk to each other whilst I was seated here bouncing in my seat.

"Hey Zar, you want a drink too?" Niall asked from the end of the booth. I nodded my head frantically as he purchased a 24 carton. A few people from the booths ahead and below took pictures of us, some squealing in their seats that they got to see One Direction.

I found myself having only 2 drinks before the 24 pack was finished. It seemed my brothers James and Jack had atleast 4 each. But atleast they could hold their alcohol otherwise they would be falling off the bleachers by now.

Hundreds of fans were going wild, including me. I wanted nothing more than for Ireland to win so I could rub it in Harry's face and tell him I told you so. The score was 1-1 and there wasn't much time left. It seemed as if Ireland had really screwed their heads on for the final few minutes because they scored a goal, causing the entire Arena to go crazy.

"In your face England! Eat my-" I was cut off when Harry placed his hand on my mouth to stop me from cursing. I looked to him and shrugged his hand off, returning to screaming. I stood up and pushed the boys aside as I ran to a screaming Niall too. He stood up just before I jumped into his arms, cheering louder than I had ever done.

We had won 2-1 against the so-called undefeated England. There was no way anyone would hear the last of this.

Niall and I were practically jumping in our seats after we left the Arena an hour after the win to celebrate at the pub. However, Harry didn't even seem too disappointed by his team's loss. He turned to look at me with a wide grin on his face, clearly amused by my excitement.

"We're here. Now listen kids, I don't mind you getting drunk and celebrating, whatever. But don't cause a chaos and don't do anything I wouldn't approve of. Got it?" Paul reassured as he parked in the last empty space of this huge sports bar. We all nodded our heads and Niall and I were the first out the van, the other boys following closely.

When we entered the pub, I wasn't surprised to see so many people cheering, drinking and having the time of their life.

This was going to be a hell of a night.