Harry Styles Imagines

Party Time 2.1

Chapter 2.1: Party time

"Harry, I dont want to go." I whined as I dipped my legs into the water, the rays of the scorching hot sun radiating across our bare backs. He stared at me with a little smile on his lips as he followed my actions, sitting right next to me.

"Oh, come on love," he coo'ed. "It'll be fine. You're gonna have so much fun." He wrapped his arm around my waist and scooted my body over towards him in a comforting gesture. I groaned and tried to pry his fingers off my waist but he held me so tightly and I suppose a small part of me didn't entirely despise the interaction.

"Harry, get your hands off me." I teased, squirming in his touch. He chuckled under his breath knowing very well I wasn't strong enough to get his arms off of me, nor was I really even trying.

"Aw why baby girl, I thought we were friends." He cheekily grinned, swaying us left and right. I rolled my eyes and bit his hand lightly, causing him to let out a high pitched shriek I had never heard from him before. He finally released his hands from me and instead, turned his body so he was facing his back to me.

"Why so sad, kiddo," I reached into the water and copper it into my hand, bringing its contents to splash against his face. He turned himself around to face me, the chlorine infuses liquid dripping from the tip of his pointy nose. He stared at me for a few seconds before he stood up and swiftly lifted me off the ground.

I knew what he was planning.

"No, Harry seriously I will ki-"

But before I could finish my sentence I was engulfed by a surrounding of water and chlorine.

"You're dead."

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I finished the last touch of my hair before quickly checking my appearance in the mirror. I was never really fond of wearing makeup so I just went with a thin layer of eyeliner, mascara and a light shade glossy lipstick. I had also worn a pair of golden stud earrings that Harry had bought me for my birthday. I grabbed my black wedged heels and placed them onto my feet, ready to descend the stairs.

"Harry, where are you? Im ready!" I shouted across the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water to chug down considering it was boiling out today.

"Yeah, in a minute!" He replied back. I heard his footsteps get closer so I assumed he was ready. I turned to return the half water bottle back into the fridge. "Ready?"

"No but what choice do I have." I groaned as I turned around to see him just enter the kitchen area. I let my eyes wander down his body. Sweet honey sauce that boy cleans up good. Well, he looks good in everything so it didn't really matter.

"Damn." He whistled, his eyes trailing from my face down to my body. I honestly felt so awkward at his actions that I wanted bury myself 6 feet under the ground.

I rolled my eyes and gripped onto my phone and car keys. I guess I'll drive considering Harry's probably going to be wasted and he might spend the night with some model. I
never really was fond of these private celebrity parties but that is how I met Ed. We were the only outcasts there considering everyone was famous and we were... nothing. I guess I can't exactly say that now considering he's a popster.

"If you weren't my best friend, I would bang you on the dot." He smirked guiding me out the door.

"Please, I'm not going to fulfil your hormonal needs. Its not like we're friends with benefits." I rolled my eyes as we hopped into the car. I started the ignition and drove out of the driveway and onto the road to Ed's party house.

"Not yet." I mentally rolled my eyes as we took the journey to the party. It barely lasted 10 minutes before we arrived at a large complex blazing with lights and music.