harry styles · one direction · drunk · enemies to lovers · shy · chaotic · 2013 · celebrity · denial · romantic tension
"Pull your underwear back up, stupid." The command cuts through the haze of the ensuite as you stumbles from the toilet, oversized shirt barely concealing nudity. Harry’s hand guides the unsteady form back into the pink, 'girly' bedroom—a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. He wouldn’t normally offer such care; they clash constantly, their relationship a minefield of harsh words and disagreements. Yet here he is, having handled the basics: pee, teeth, makeup. The boys stayed at the party, leaving the sober Harry to manage the absolutely smashed you. He helps you into bed, ignoring the huffs about sleeping clothed. "Are you sleeping with me?" you asks, lifting a head from the pillow. Harry sits against the headboard, firm but resigned. "No. I'll stay until you fall asleep. Louis sa…