Harry Styles Imagines

Club

A dark room, multicoloured lights continuously flashing, loud heart thumping music, the faint sounds of giggles, chit chat and sights of pure drunkenness. Yes, I was in a club. The atmosphere was warm, caused by the crowd of people. The sticky floor that my heels repeatedly stuck to, again, caused by the crowds of people spilling their alcoholic beverages. The faint smell of sick and sweat lingering in the air, this caused by all the intoxicated souls.

My friends and I drank enough prosecco that we couldn't feel the pain of our heels any longer. It was my turn to buy the round of shots, I decided on jäger bombs; my favourite. I waited for my drinks to be made, I'll never know how the bartenders can get our drinks right, they must have special hearing. I can barely hear my friend shouting down my ear in this environment.

"Here you go miss." The bar man spoke as he slid the tray of shot glasses towards me.

As I was thumbing through my clutch bag to find my card a deep, raspy voice spoke, "I will pay for those."
It was a young man, he had piercing green eyes. I couldn't help but feel intimidated by them, my heart beat frantically. I insisted that he did no such thing but he was persistent so I obliged. I thanked him for his kind gesture then took the drinks back to the booth.

As I sat there with my friends I could feel that mans gaze on me. Watching my every move. It made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I looked down, hoping he hadn't seen me look over at him. Within seconds he was at my booth, he took my hand and asked, "May I have a dance."

My friends were all telling me to go with the 'hottie' so I did. We danced for a few minutes, well by dancing I mean pushed up against the bar while we got off. His hands wondering over my body, exploring every inch. I lead him back to my booth where we sat down.

"So what would your name be, lover boy?" My friend asked.

He spoke slow, his voice was deep and slightly raspy. It was attractive. "The names Harry, Harry Styles."

His hand rested on my thigh, ever so slightly his thumb would trace patterns upon my skin.

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I just found this in my drafts so I thought I'd post it, i haven't been active in a while

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