#boyfriendstyles

Had so many requests for protective Harry, who happens to be one of my favourites so here we go. Harry’s texts in bold, yours italicized. 

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Today you had both been busy, therefore neither of you had had a chance to see each other before your night out tonight. You were spending time getting ready and Harry, well he was scratching about doing nothing, if he had a night off he ached to spend it with you and he normally did, not tonight though, apparently as you were with your friends. 

Where are you going tonight? Xx

XOYO, why? x

Harry had been to XOYO a couple of times, he knew the type of music and type of stuff that went on there, fuck it, he himself, once, had done the type of stuff that went on there. But you doing it scared him, any of it. 

Are you going to do drugs? Xx

Nah, Harry you know I won’t, the girls have some coke though, but don’t worry about me xx

Hmm, not arguing with you, look after yourself? Don’t drink too much sweetheart. Xx

Harry attempted to seem chill, he completely didn’t feel chill with it. He knew you wouldn’t do it of your own accord but if you were spiked or peer pressured into it, it couldn’t be helped. He also knew your friends wouldn’t look after you very well if they were coked up, but he tried to swallow his doubts. They were your friends first and you loved them before you loved him. 

Okay Dad will do xx

Come back to mine after? So I know you’re ok? Don’t mind if you’re really pissed. Xx

I suppose so, may not be until really late though, don’t wait up xx

Deal. Have a nice night with your girls, I’ll quit bugging you now, watch out for predatory men. Xx

He was only slightly put out when he didn’t receive a reply, he couldn’t criticize you for having fun. What was wrong with him tonight? He felt like a fucking mother hen. In the end he caved and sent Niall a message simple message that read ‘Busy? Beers?’ He knew full well the Irish man could not turn down the offer of a beer when he had nothing else to do. 

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“You’re bein’ proper wet tonight buddy ya know tha’?” Niall interrupted Harry’s train of thought. Hours later both men were relaxed on Harry’s large corner sofa’s catching up on the golf, and each other. Harry had his phone clutched in his hand the whole night which had not gone amiss by Niall’s keen gaze. 

“I know, I just am worried about her is all” Harry muttered, tossing his phone aside on the couch, which bounced and settled a foot away. 

“Actin’ like she’s ya baby or somethin’ “ Niall wasn’t an emotional man, he preferred to tease but seeing one of his best mates so endeared left him feeling a little fluffy himself. 

“She is my baby” Harry shrugged, finishing the last of his corona and planting it on the coffee table with a thud.

Around quarter to one he caved. 

How’s your night my love? Xxx

You took another half an hour to reply, which had Harry restless and practically pacing like a caged tiger, Niall had been thoroughly weirded out when Harry started collecting beer bottles. Harry heard his phone go from the kitchen and raced through to grab it, a text from you. 

Sdooo gooddd misss u lov uax xxxx

Wow, legible, glad you’re having a good time sweetheart, love you too, what have you drunk? Xx

TEEEQUILA xxxxxx

Easy, baby. Xx

Harry didn’t get a reply, but he supposed he didn’t expect you to in the dregs of a sweaty club after several shots of tequila. Niall took off around two, he could tell Harry was tense and gave him a slap on the back and a hug as a means of ‘chill out will you pal.’ 

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“I DON’T FEEL GOOD” You practically yelled at your friend, who was too high to hear you let alone register what it meant for you, she just nodded and carried on dancing.

“Ugh..” You despaired, at her and the violent churning in your stomach. 

“I’M GONNA GO HOME” You’d lasted until three, which was no mean feat. She seemed to have heard you. 

“ARE YOU OKAYY” She hollered back, you weren’t but she and your other friends wouldn’t be of much help. You nodded profusely. 

“JUST TIRED, GOING TO GET AN UBER” 

“WANT ME TO COME?” She was absolutely buzzing, you shook your head with a sloppy fake grin. It would do no good for her to leave right now. 

“IM OKAY, TELL EVERYONE BYE, LOVE YOU” You yelled with all your breath, yearning for some cold air and a drink of water. You were still so drunk you weren’t hungry. Your friend grabbed you, engulfing you in a ridiculously tight and overzealous hug and kiss on the cheek. You weaved your way through, you couldn’t think about anything but fresh air. The bouncer nodded you a good night. 

“You have a taxi sorted?” He asked kindly. 

“I uh... doing it now” You slurred, your voice was almost lost and you were thoroughly drunk. You somehow managed to get in an uber and 20 minutes later stumbled across Harry’s driveway, the spare key was as was and you jammed it in the lock, too drunk to even notice if lights were on or not. 

Harry leapt up out of his sleep on the sofa as soon as he heard the noise in the hallway, blearily tripping through to find you stepping in, you did not look so good. 

“We ‘kay?” He said, his voice low from sleep. Stepping forward to take your bag and steady you as you took your shoes off, which you seemed to need. Your breath smelled sweet like spirits and he got the scent of your perfume as soon as he was close. 

“I’m fucked” You admitted, he frowned at your voice, how hoarse and slurred it was. 

“You are” He agreed. 

“Shall we get you to bed?” He offered. 

“I feel sick..” You said again, your face curved into some kind of confession.

“How sick?” He asked. 

“Very..” You whimpered. 

“Okay my love, this way” He steered you hastily towards his downstairs bathroom and made sure you didn’t drop to your knee’s too violently, easing you down with firm and gentle guidance. You leaned over the toilet, just in time to be violently sick. 

Harry wrinkled his nose attempting not to see or smell the nasty concoction of all you’d knocked back that night, having gathered your hair up into a ponytail in his hand, being sure to grab every strand of fringe.

“That’s it sweetheart” his other hand rested lightly on your back he rubbed a soothing pattern until you were done. 

“Well done my love, it’s all up” He mumbled, letting you sit back and handing you a tissue to wipe your mouth, he tucked your hair behind your ears letting his cold palm rest for a few seconds on the clammy back of your neck. You whimpered, swallowing weakly. 

“All up?” You managed to croak, which made him laugh, why was she asking him, it was the contents of your stomach not his. 

“Don’t laugh” You whimpered, about to burst into tears. 

“I’m not!” He protested, holding his face seriously. He nipped from the bathroom quickly, grabbing a bottle of water and returning to you. He sat down with you on the tiled floor and you slumped against him with a small whine. 

“Have some of this” He coaxed you to open your mouth and take a sip. His hand was on your upper arm, which was goose bumping at an alarming rate. You were incredibly reluctant to move and every time he attempted to pick you up you whimpered, threatening tears that he couldn’t handle right now. So he let you pass out against his chest, taking you to bed when you were well and truly out of it. 

8/10