Falling for Harry Styles

“Are you going to be okay in here tonight Love?” Harry asked as we walked closer to the door of the club.
“Yeah Haz. I should be fine.”
“It’s just… I know how tempting vodka is to you.”
“But the thought of hurting you again is enough to curve that temptation.”
I saw him smile as he opened the door, “After you.”
I nodded a thanks as I walked in and made my way to the table we’ve donned as ‘our table’.
“Hey Birthday boy!” Louis cheered as we approached.
Harry rolled his eyes with a smile, “Hey Lou. You alright?”
“Yeah, absolutely! Have a seat will ya’. Can I get you two a drink?”
We slid into the booth and greeted everyone, “Gin and tonic for me.”
“Just water please Lou.” He gave me a questioning look before smirking and walking towards the bar.
“So ‘arry how’d you spend your day?”
“Lounging around the flat and watching movies. I even got Natalie to cook for me.”
Niall chuckled, “Awe were you two all snuggled up on the couch together?”
My jaw dropped and I shot him a look as my cheeks flushed. He smirked and raised his eyebrows at me as Harry chuckled and looked at his lap. Louis came back then with our drinks, “Here you are.”
“Cheers mate.”
“Thanks Lou.”
“So Liam are you going to see Sophia again?” Eleanor asked from beside him.
“Um,” Liam’s cheeks grew rosy and I smiled as I picked up my drink. “Yeah I think so. She was really…” my eyes grew as I took a small sip and immediately set it back down as there was a burn running down my throat that shouldn’t be there.
Harry looked at me concerned, “Everything alright Love?”
I shook my head slightly as I looked at him, “That’s not water.”
“What?” I raised my eyebrows at him as he took a minute to think about what I meant. Anger flashed across his face, “Bloody hell that bastard!” he growled as he turned to say something to Louis.
“Haz don’t,” I grabbed his arm to stop him. “It’s okay, he didn’t know.”
He huffed, “Do you want me to go get you some water?” I nodded with a grateful expression. He gave me a curt nod before glaring at Louis as he got up and walked towards the bar.
“Awe, whas’a’matta Nat?” Louis smirked.
“Haz is going to get me some actual water,” I sassed.
“Have you stopped liking vodka?”
“No I’m just trying to stop drinking.”
He chuckled, “Why?”
“Uh… Harry didn’t tell you guys?” I looked around at the blank stares and shaking heads. I nodded sighing out a breath and looking down at my interlocked fingers resting on the table as I replied, “Um well… I kinda… I bruised him.” There were a few gasps and a barked ‘what?’ from my right.
“Oh, now I feel like a jerk.”
“No, no, it’s okay… I guess I’m a violent drunk.”
“You weren’t drunk at mine,” Niall interjected.
“Apparently I’m only violent towards the guy I secretly love.” There were a couple of head turns and piqued brows at my confession.
“’Ey you’re finally admitting it!”
My cheeks flushed as I smiled and covered my eyes with my hand. “Yeah,” I replied to their teasing.
“Admitting what?” asked Harry returning with my drink.
I immediately picked it up and drank, pleading with my eyes for someone to lie. After a few seconds, that felt like hours, of silence Zayn spoke up, “That she’s totally mental.”
Harry chuckled and we all followed suit. “Now Zayn that’s not nice,” he replied sitting down, “She’s not totally mental… she’s just the right amount of mental.” I smiled and rolled my eyes as he gave me his toothy grin and everyone laughed.
“Well I could go for some dancing who’s with me?” asked Perrie scooting her way out of the booth through Liam, Eleanor, and Louis.
“Yeah, I’ll join you,” I spoke and patted at Harry’s knee. “El you comin’?”
“Sure.”
“Harry, you’re up why don’t you join us?”
“I don’t know…”
Perrie subtly jabbed Eleanor’s side and she encouraged Harry too with a sly smirk. “Yeah birthday boy. C’mon it’ll be fun.”
“Alright, alright.”
“Ah, what the hell I’ll come too,” Louis chimed in as he stood and grabbed Eleanor’s hand and led the way to the dance floor.
We pushed through the crowd and found a clear enough spot facing each other and started moving to the beat. I was starting to get lost in the rhythm and I could feel the guy behind me getting closer. Dancing like his reminded me of my sister. She made me do it that night and I grew to enjoy it now. All of a sudden I was launched into Harry by a forceful impact on my back.
He toppled slightly before regaining his balance, “Are you alright?” Harry asked with concern that flashed to anger as soon as I nodded my head. He released me and pushed me behind him as he confronted the guy. “Hey man what’s your problem?”
“What’d you say punk?”
“You pushed her,” he pointed at me.
“So?”
I could tell Harry was getting angry so I tugged on his arm with little avail, “Haz, let’s just go.”
“No. He needs to apologize to you.”
“Harry I don’t care let’s go.” I tugged a little harder this time with the same response.
“You should listen to your girlfriend, buddy.”
“You should apologize to her you dim-witted arse.”
“What did you call me?”
“Dim-witted arse,” he said it slowly.
In a blink Harry was toppling backwards with blood gushing from his noise. I looked at Louis frantically as I stepped in front of Harry and stopped him from lunging at the guy. “Haz, c’mon stop,” I pushed with all my force as Louis stepped between my body and the other guy.
“Sorry about him mate, he’s had a few too many tonight and he isn’t quite all there.”
“Harry let’s go,” I pushed again, “Please Haz, move!” he tore his eyes off the guy and looked at my face seeing the frantic expression and he started walking backwards glaring at the guy until he stepped off the edge of the dance floor and turned around. We walked back to the table.
“What the hell happened to you?”
“The idiot got himself punched.”
“Nice!” I gave Niall an incredulous look.
“I’m going to take him home and clean him up. I’ll see you guys later.”
We said our goodbyes and made our way out into the cool, crisp night air. Harry stormed ahead of me and I walked silently behind him, giving him space for most of the walk home. The air was tense the only sound being our shoes scuffing against the concrete. Eventually he cooled down and slowed to match my pace as we walked in silence the rest of the way home.
We went straight to the kitchen when we walked in, “I’ll get a cloth.” He nodded as he sat at the table. “Are you still bleeding?”
“No, it’s all dry now.”
I nodded as I gently cleaned the dry blood from his nose and mouth. The feeling in the air was slightly tense and the silence wasn’t helping. “Are you upset with me?”
“No,” my voice was soft and calm.
“This idiot was only defending your honor,” he looked up at me through his eyelashes with a pleading look.
I chuckled, “It was an accident Harry. He didn’t intentionally push me.”
“He was being a dick.”
I laughed as I rinsed the cloth, “Why does it bother you so much?”
“Because I’m not going to let some jerk push around the girl I love,” he said it was a hint of anger in his voice.
My eyes grew slightly as what he said sunk in. His eyes were instantly as big as they could be, “Um… I- uh- I’m gonna go to bed,” he said, rushing out of the room before I could reply. I heard his bedroom door slam and a smile grew on my lips as my cheeks turned a light pink.

Notes

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