Harry Styles Imagines

Irish charm 2

H.A.R.R.Y

"Chug chug chug!" They all chanted to Zayn who was downing an entire jug of Carlton Dry. As he set the empty jug down, the entire pub erupted in cheers. I could tell by how his eyes were bloodshot that he was mad drunk. It hadn't even hit 11pm before the everyone was drunk besides Liam and I. But the fact that I wasn't drinking didn't stop me from having fun.

I looked around, realising I hadn't seen Zara in a while. When I looked behind me, I was shocked to see her riding Niall's back on the pool table. Dropping my beer back onto the stood, I rushed over to them to prevent anyone getting hurt.

"Zar, come down you're going to get hurt." I put my hands up as she continued to sing Irish songs with a terribly drunk Niall. She seemed to have either not heard me in this loud noise or that she was ignoring me.

"Lighten up Harry!" She chuckled, losing her balance and starting to slide off Niall's back who might I add wasn't even holding onto her. In a moment,
She fell onto the table and I couldn't help roll my eyes at her clumsiness. She sat up and hung her legs over the edge, looking at me with a sheepish grin.

"Are you okay?" I asked, taking her hands in mine to help her jump down. By now Niall had already gone and was conversing with some strangers he made friends with when we got here.

"I'm so tired Harry. But I'm having so much fun,"

"I know love," I chuckled, placing a hand around her waist to hold her clumsy frame. "You've been celebrating for the last 3 hours and have had too many drinks to count."

"Are you having fun?" She slurred, plopping herself on a chair where Louis was nearly passed out.

"I've had loads of fun but i'm exhausted," I yawned, taking a sip from what I hope is my coke.

"I think..." She mumbled, closing her big beautiful eyes and taking a long yawn. "I think Louis is the most tired of all."

"I think we should all call it a night."

"Whatever you want Harry," she laid her head on top of a snoring Louis's shoulder. With that, I rounded the boys and called Paul to bring the van so we could all go home. As we all stood in silence out in the chilly air, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Zara looked under the moonlight. Drunk or not, she couldn't be any more perfect.

"Shall I call your brothers to open the door for you?" I asked as Paul pulled up to where we all stood. She looked up at me with drowsy eyes, my jacket the only source of warmth for her.

"Mm, their all not home tonight. I have a key so I'll just stay alone tonight." She mumbled as we piled into the van and buckled up.

I couldn't possibly let her stay in her her house all alone. What if something happened and she needed help.

"That's okay love, you can stay with us in our apartment," I reassured, giving her a quick squeeze of her hand. All heads turned to look at me, the boys giving me a mischievous look whilst Zara opened her eyes wide in shock.

"Uhh... Are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude or mess up your band plans."

"Love we're on holiday, we don't have any plans. And you won't be intruding, I'm sure the boys wouldn't mind."

"Yeah of course not."

"We'd love to have you."

"Well you're my best friend so of course I want you there." Niall chirped, suddenly his energy levels rising. With that she agreed to come and Paul dropped us at the apartment, making sure no paparazzi were around so we could sneak her in.

Soon as we entered the building, the boys all said their goodnights as they headed off into their separate rooms. I used to share a room with Louis but he was too messy so I forced him to move in with Niall in the room next door to mine.

Looking to Zara, I could tell she wasn't feeling well by her pale complexion and green tint.

"Are you going to be sick?" I asked, taking her face into my palms to examine. She nodded her head and I took that as my cue to lead her to the bathroom. Soon as she got into the toilet, she dropped to her knees and waited for all her alcohol to leave her body.

I went into the bathroom and scrounged for a spare toothbrush and aspirin. After luckily finding a pack of four pills and an unused orange brush, I paced back into the bathroom to see Zara already throwing up. Her hair threatened to fall onto her face so I took it into my hands and held it there for the next 10 minutes until she was done.

"Are you alright love?"

"Yeah..." She croaked, standing up and heading into the bathroom. She washed her face and brushed her teeth with the toothbrush I have her.

"Shower?" I asked. She nodded her head and began to take her clothes off whilst I was still in the room. I turned around to leave not only to give her privacy but because I didn't know how to react if I saw her naked.

I waited for her whilst seated on the bed. I had layed out fresh new pillow cases and some of my clothes for her to wear.

It felt strange to be taking care of her considering how independent she was. But it felt nice. It felt really really nice. I just wish that this could be permanent, that I could be taking care of her till the day we die.

"Harry?" She whispered, obviously trying not to make noise and wake the boys up. I stood up with the clothes in hand and made my way to the closed bathroom. With a few knocks to the door, she opened it wrapped in the green towel and her hair up in a ponytail.

"Do you h- oh are these for me?" Her eyes lit up as she examined the clothes in my hand.

I wasn't sure why but it felt like my heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, thumping loudly in my chest at this very moment. Fresh out the shower she looked beautiful. Her skin was glowing and her eyes were bright.

"I uhh-um y-yeah..." I stuttered, giving them to her. She smiled at me and took the clothes, closing the door to change.

I paced around infront of he bathroom unsure with what to do with myself. I really wanted to kiss her but I didn't want to push it too far and risk even losing her as a friend. Maybe she liked Niall? That could be the reason why they are so close.

The door creaked open and out came Zara, beautiful as always. If I thought I liked seeing her before, then seeing her now dressed and cosy in my clothes even made the sight more significant.

"I have to tell you something..." I muttered, finally gaining the courage to speak up. She looked at me in confusion, a slight pink tint to her cheeks. "I think...I mean I'm sur-"

"What are you trying to say Harry?" She whispered as she took a step closer to me. Our noses were nearly touching and my heart was pounding against my chest.

"I uh...look Zara, I like you okay. I really like you and I can't stop thinking about you, I love everything about you and it drives me insane that I've been keeping his away from you for so long." I rushed out. Her eyes widened in shock, clearly not expecting me to say that. Heck, I didn't even think that I could have the guts to say that either.

"Y-you do?" She stuttered, a small smile creeping up to her lips.

"I really do and I wish I could kiss you right now but you're still drunk and I don't want to take advantage of that."

"Wow," she gasped. "I'd only ever really dreamt about this moment, never lived it."

"So... You like me too?"

She bit her lip and took my hands into hers, standing on her tiptoes to be eye level with me.

"Never liked someone as much as I like you."