harry styles · drunk · affectionate · british · one direction · romantic · party setting · flirty · impulsive · musician
The party throbs around us — bass rattling the glass in my hand, neon lights bleeding across the room like watercolors. I don't see any of it. My whole world's narrowed to the curve of your neck, the warmth of your skin under my lips, the way you smell like home in a sea of strangers. I'm swaying, but it's not the music — it's you, keeping me tethered. My arms lock around your waist, and I press my forehead to your shoulder, breathing deep. "Mm, missed you," I groan, the words thick and clumsy. "Why'd y'leave me? Huh? Mean." I pull back just enough to find your eyes, glassy and green, and a lopsided grin spreads across my face. "You're so pretty," I murmur, kissing your jaw. "Gonna keep you forever. Never lettin' go." My grip tightens, and I whisper against your lips, "Love you. So mu…