Harry Styles Imagines

[24] Festivals.

The boys and I decide to spend this weekend at a festival. Of course Niall is so up for the idea of straight up eating and drinking for 3 days so what could go wrong really?

It's our second day, Louis and Liam already feeling the effects of the alcohol and it was just turning midday. "You two better get sober before we go and see Ashe," he scolds the two obnoxiously loud boys. Niall was great friends with Ashe so he was pretty eager to see her and cheer her on.

Harry and I trail behind hand in hand, "i'm in the mood," Harry leans down to my ear. I widen my eyes stopping in my tracks.

"You what?" I snap, Harry furrowing his brows. He just nods giving me a smile.

"Harry we can't- not now," he sticks out his bottom lip putting his bead down. I roll my eyes dragging him forward to catch up with the boys.

Groups of people all join facing a stage, the artist about to go on stage making the main topic of peoples converstaions. Mobile phones get raised into the atmosphere as a women appears, microphone in hand.

"Thats my fucking bestfriend!" Niall raises his arms screaming at the top of his lungs. Louis jumps from his voice, slightly out of balance.

She starts singing, her voice so angelic to the ears. Liam and Louis wonder off to find the toilets. Niall is practically filming every second of this performance.

Harry keeps tugging on my hand getting frustrated when I don't respond. "Baby!" He shouts near my ear, I flinch giving him my attention. "What!" I gave the same energy.

"Come with me," he grabs my hand my body slowly drifting away from Niall.

"And where are you two going? you're staying with me and enjoying this masterpiece?" Niall grips Harrys shoulder.

"M'going to the toilet," Harry points behind him. He grips my hand tighter pulling me away.

"And y/n just happens to need the toilet too?" We both nod Niall putting his hands up turning his back away from us.

"Whatever! You're the ones missing out," He shouts as Harry and I get closer to the portable loos.

Harry walks past all the doors checking if they're occupied,"In here," we look around then slipping inside the cubicale.

"Um Harry, anyone could open the door to us," I get no reply just Harry smashing his lips to mine. "So... thats the fun with it," I giggle, carrying on with the kiss. He pushed me up to the door, hungrily kissing my neck. "I've been wanting to do this all day," he lets out breaths, my back arching. He rests his left hand on my jaw, his other hand travelling down my torso.

I reach my hands to his jeans, unbuttoning them to get to his boxers. He groans, his bulge only having more pressure. Harrys hand reaches down my shorts, his fingers playing with my cotton underwear.

We hear murmuring from outside, there were two deeps voices arguing over something.

"I swear to god lad, im bursting for a piss," one of them say over the other.

I feel the door being pulled away from me, myself and Harry falling onto the ground.

"Harry? Y/n?" Liam says furrowing his brows.

"Shit!" We say in unison, my t-shirt halfway way up my torso and Harrys jeans at his ankles. We got stares from a few other people that queued up for the toilet.

"You two couldn't wait until we got home tomorrow, disgusting," Louis folds his arms shaking his head down at us. We smile trying to get our inoccence back from the boys.

Harry gets to his feet, pulling up his jeans. He helped me up off of the ground. I brushed myself down to find myself hearing a familiar thick iriah accent. "There all are! You missed the whole performance- oh" Niall looked at Harry and I clearly guessing what Louis and Liam had caught us in.

"Gross," he fake gags.