harry styles imagines

frat party

<taylor's pov>

i was with my roomate and suitemate in our dorms, getting ready for the frat party. i knew most of the boys in the frat, considering we were all planning on joining a sorority during the next semester. we were in the bathroom doing our makeup and hair, my suitemate tayah curling my long blond hair into perfect bouncy curls. i had just found out that my boyfriend of six months who was a senior in high school had been cheating on me for almost our whole relationship a few days before, so i was ready to drown my sorrows in alcohol. once we were ready to go, we took a shit ton of selfies and photos of ourselves, because, why the fuck not? we looked good as hell. i was with tayah, wearing a light pink mini dress, and crystal, my roomate, who was wearing a simple black top with black high waisted shorts. i was wearing a black skater skirt and a black bralette, throwing over a light cardigan over it so i didn't look like too much of a hoe. i had to admit, i looked fucking hot, and honestly, we all looked amazing, and i was ready to show my ex boyfriend what he was missing out on. tayah, crystal and i walked from our dorm to the frat house, and braced ourselves quickly before walking inside the house. the lights were flashing everywhere, and the music was so loud we could bearly hear ourselves talking. i immediately did the one thing that you should not do at a college party, i left my friends to go get a drink. i grabbed a red solo cup, pouring some shitty mixture of vodka and beer together and chugging it down. (pls don't try this lmao!! this is not safe!!) i had had at least two cups of this mixture, and was "walking" around the house, bumping into people and stumbling over nothing, when i ran into a very tall boy, making me lift my head up some to see his face. i was glad that i did, though, as he had the most attractive face i had seen in a long time. he had brown hair, which was slightly curled but messy, with a few strands hanging down on his forehead, and bright green eyes. he also had a jawline so sharp he could cut a bitch, instantly turning me on. i stood up on my tip toes, not caring that i was in public, and wrapped my hand around his neck, pulling him down to my level. "hey hottie, how about we get out of here for a bit? it's getting a bit... hot, if you know what i mean," i whispered in his ear, my breath hitting his neck. he grabbed my hand and nodded, as we found the stairs and began to walk up them. he wrapped his arm around my waist while walking up the stairs when he realised how i could hardly walk. we walked down the hallway, found an empty room, and shut the door. the moment the door was closed i instantly pushed him up against it and began kissing him, pushing my hands into his hair.
i kissed him several times before he began to kiss back, timdly at first, but then picked up his pace after a minute or so. we began to walk backwards towards the bed in the middle of the room, me falling on top of him onto the bed. my legs were on either side of him, as we kissed each other, our tongues fighting for dominance. i ran my hands down his front, grabbing the hem of his black shirt and lifting it up over his head, throwing it on the ground, kissing him harder. i touched along his chest, not even realizing at first how many tattoos he had. they were on his chest, his arms, literally everywhere. "wow maybe i'm drunker than i thought i was," i thought to myself. i had seen him around the frat house before, at parties and with friends, and i was pretty sure that his name was harry. i could taste the alcohol on his breath, making me want him more as i touched more of him. i could feel him growing beneath me, making me smirk when he gasped at my movements, sucking in a harsh breath. i grabbed at his hair pulling it to the side so i could attach my lips to his neck, immediately sucking on a spot below his earlobe, causing him to moan out in pleasure. i kept kissing and working my way down his neck, making me smile when i heard him breathe heavier and heavier, knowing how hard he was trying to fight it. i began to nibble and suck on his collarbone, him letting out a deep moan and pushed his hips up towards mine, as i pushed his back down, lightly grinding on him. he moaned again as he cursed loudly, making me moan as well from the friction between us. i took my cardigan off, and began trailing my hands down his torso, stopping at the tattoo above his jeans, and for the first time, harry began to stop me. he pushed himself up, being supported by his hands, looking me in the eyes, "taylor... i think we should stop, you're very drunk, and i'm clearly tipsy, this isn't good for either of us, please, i can't take advantage of you like this," he said to me, trying to make a compromise. unfortunately, the smart side of my brain had been shut down for the night, as i ignored everything he had said and pushed him back down on the bed. i crawled on top of him yet again, reaching for the buttons of his jeans, hastily pulling them down as i bit the already forming bruise on his neck, blowing air on it, causing a whimper to escape his lips. i removed his jeans, not realizing how hard it was to take skinny jeans off of a person while intoxicated. i came back up to him and began to take off my skirt when he sat up completely, grabbing my hands and stopping me from moving. "taylor, i'm serious, we can't do this, i can't let us do anything further when you are so out of it, it wouldn't be right," he said to me, attempting putting his jeans back on. he walked towards my cardigan, handing it to me while putting his shirt over his head, suddenly clothed again. i was embarrassed, and wanted to run out of the room as fast as possible, but he stopped me from going anywhere. "taylor, i think you should stay here, i'll stay with you tonight, and tell tayah and crystal that you aren't feeling well, nobody needs to know what happened, is that alright with you? i don't want you to get hurt," he said to me gently, easing my nerves and embarrassment. i nodded, thanking him quietly as he left the room. "oh my fucking god, the fucking hickies!" i thought to myself, as i called his name and motioned for him to come back to the room. "please put on a jacket or soemthing, if my friends or your friends see your neck they will literally go insane," i said to him. he nodded, understanding, and grabbed a jacket from inside the closet. he left once again, and closed the door behind him, and walked down the stairs. i laid my head down, not even realizing how tired i was, and drifted off, all the while thinking about how badly i messed up, how hot harry was, and most importantly, how caring he was for me.

NOTE: PLEASE DO NOT GO TO A PARTY ALONE OR LEAVE A PARTY ALONE EVEN IF YOU ARE NOT DRUNK. DO NOT DRINK ANYTHING THAT YOU HAVE NOT POURED OR MADE YOURSELF. TRUST YOUR JUDGEMENT, DO NOT DRINK YOUR FEELINGS AWAY BECAUSE IT WILL NOT WORK TRUST ME, DO NOT GO TO A PARTY IF YOU HAVE A CLOUDED JUDGEMENT. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR FRIDNDS ALONE AT A PARTY EVEN IF IT IS JUST FOR A SECOND. DO NOT LEAVE A PARTY WITH ANYBODY YOU DO NOT KNOW OR TRUST. IF YOU WANT TO DO THINGS WITH SOMEBODY, PLEASE BE SAFE AND WEAR PROTECTION, I DONT WANT ANYBODY TO GET HURT. IF YOU ARE GOING TO UNDERAGE DRINK, DO NOT GET CAUGHT LMAO DONT BRING YOUR REAL ID TO A PARTY. DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE OR BE HEAVILY INTOXICATED IN PUBLIC. I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THIS SHIT. YOU DO NOT NEED TO DRINK OF GO TO PARTIES TO BE COOL. PARTIES ARE MEANT TO BE FUN, LETS WORK TO KEEP THEM THAT WAY. I LOVE YOU ALL, PLEASE BE SAFE. I CARE ABOUT YOU.