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i’m baaaaaack! did you miss me? cause i missed youuuu

i’maceleb!universe! ☆

after years of denying the offer to go on the show, harry finally accepts, and one of his campmates just so happens to be his favourite actress…

[ harry styles x actress!reader ]

episode 1:

introduction jungle vip’s skydiving nerves

episode 2:

first morning in camp deals on wheels challenge dating rumours

episode 3:

y/n gets upset camp leaders late night talking

episode 4:

the dream team starving

episode 5:

let the games begin disgusting derby

episode 6:

spider in the rv the balls are drawn the beach barbecue

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it’s been a year… but i’m a celeb is back, and so is my i’maceleb!harry series!!!!! reply if you want to be added to the taglist!

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have you seen the show called the traitors?! just thinking that would be a cool for a fic series like your imaceleb series ♥️

i have! that is such a cool idea, i will definitely consider it 👀

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love love loving the im a celeb harry series !!! my two favourite things combined ahh 🤍🤍🤍🤍

thank you so much! i’m so glad people like it & i can’t believe how much love it’s gotten 💞

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wedding planning gone wrong

in which everything goes tits up, y/n is upset, and harry comforts her…

4 months ago to the day, you became Harry’s fiancée. It was the best night of your life, so far. You still remember it as though it were yesterday. He whisked the both of you away to Italy for the weekend, a place you both loved with your whole hearts. Then, during a moonlit dinner in Rome, he went down in one knee, and of course you said ‘yes’ before he could even finish his sentence. It was perfect, just you, Harry, and the stars.

The two of you had been stuck in your own little husband-and-wife-to-be bubble ever since. One thing you and Harry never understood was how people could wait 2 or more years to get married. Your love for eachother was endless, you didn’t want to wait.

You began planning almost immediately. He adored seeing how happy and in your element you were. Most nights he would come home to you cozied up on the sofa with your laptop, asking him questions like “Magnolia or ivory centrepieces?”

Harry himself couldn’t tell the difference, but somehow he’d always give you the right answer.

Tonight was exactly the same. Or so Harry expected. “Hey, wifey. ‘M home.” He called out out as he locked the front door, a nickname he had given you from the moment you accepted his proposal.

He waltzed into the he living room with a wide smile on his face. It’d been a long day at the studio, and all he was looking forward to was cuddling up with you and hearing about what new ideas you had for the wedding.

Except, this time when he walked into the living room, he was greeted with the hushed sound of your crying. His face fell when he saw you curled up under a blanket with flushed cheeks, and your swollen, bloodshot eyes. “Love?” He cooed, immediately sitting down on the sofa beside you, taking your hands in his, “What’s the matter?”

“It’s all ruined, H.” You sniffled.

He didn’t understand. “What is? What’s ruined?”

You frowned. He brought his hand up to your face, ruining it along your cheek and pushing a stray hair behind your ear. “The wedding. I got a call from t’ venue this mornin’. They said there was a double booking and it turns out, the other couple have a famous photographer, so the hotel picked them over us ‘cause it’s ‘better publicity.’” Seeing how upset you were just made Harry even more sad. “An’ then I went back to the dress shop for a final fitting and when the lady was zippin’ it up, she ripped the dress. S’ now we’ve got no dress and no venue.”

Harry brought you closer to him, allowing you to sob into his chest. “Shh, it’s alright. It’s okay, we can fix this.” He hated to see you cry. He knew how much this meant to you, how excited you were. How you’d had your wedding all planned out since before you knew Harry even existed. He sighed into your hair, pulling away and holding your cheeks. “Y/N, love, look at me. I love you so fucking much. I would move heaven and earth for you, y’know that. I will try and fix this for us. And if I can’t, then I don’t care. I would marry you in our bedroom wearing your bloody pyjamas if it meant getting to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You felt yourself beginning to well up again as you stared at him, his hands warming up your cheeks, “Really?” You asked, unsure.

He looked back at you, speaking in a soft, sincere tone that told you all you needed to know. “Of course. We don’t need a big, fancy, expensive party to prove that we love eachother. I want a marriage, not a wedding. I just want you, and everything that comes with you.”

That. That was exactly why you wanted to marry Harry. He didn’t care for what other people thought, he loved you and that was all that mattered. And he was right, you didn’t need a huge, look-how-much-money-we-have wedding, all you needed was eachother.

That night, you spent it cuddled up on the couch, making love with your fiancé, watching your favourite romcoms, and googling the nearest registry offices. The planning may have gone tits up, but you and Harry were going to have the best wedding ever.

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i’macelebuniverse the balls are drawn

it’s time for the final unfair funfair challenge before the balls are drawn!

“Hello! Come on in and have a seat!” And and Dec greeted you all with the biggest smiles, watching you and your fellow campmates walk into the trial area and sitting down on the platform.

“Wow, I love what you’ve done to the place.” You marvelled at the set around you, receiving laughs of gratitude from the pair, though they had absolutely nothing to do with it.

“How are you?” Dec asked, only to be met with a string of replies from you all. “So, you have all been taking part in the Unfair Funfair challenges, trying to win lucky coloured balls.”

“But now,” Ant continued, “Two of you have to take part in this trial to try and win some more coloured balls. The more balls you have, the greater your chance of winning the prize. At the end of the trial, all the balls won will be added to our lovely tombola.”

“Ant and I will then draw two of the coloured balls at random and those two people will be whisked away by a chopper to the beach for a scrumptious surf and turf barbie!”

Your gazes shifted to the rack on your left, where all your coloured balls stood. Babatunde had one ball. Harry had four. Charlene had two. Both Chris and Jill had one each. Both Matt and Mike had two. Owen had four. You had five. Seann had two, and Sue had one.

“Earlier,” Ant began, grabbing the attention of you all. “We told you that you got to pick the three people who are going to take part in this trial. Who have you chosen?”

“Harry, Owen and myself.” The lioness beamed, pointing to the two men beside her.

The Geordie duo nodded their heads and began introducing the Scareground, and explaining what it would entail. As a team, they had to collect as many balls as they could from one end to the other. Jill would be strapped onto the Unlucky Dip, collecting balls and popping them through the hole so they roll down into the Critter Carousel. Harry, who was strapped in, will then have to throw them over to the Feindish Ferris Wheel, where Owen was strapped in order to chuck the balls into the collection box.

Once all three of them were in place, the klaxon sounded, and the ten minute countdown began. Jill grabbed as many balls as she could from around her, tossing them through the hatch and letting them roll down the slide to Harry.

The musician groaned out through gritted teeth as the green ants roamed his body. You and the rest of your campmates cheered them all on as he tried to resist the creatures bites, swiping the balls and chucking them over to Owen.

“Hang tight, you’ve got this!” Sue praised.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Harry toss the coloured balls towards the Warner boy, who caught them all bar one. “Well done, guys!”

As time went on, the amount of critters continued to multiply, and the rate at which they all spun only increased. Although, that didn’t stop them from trying their hardest to collect as many balls as possible, ignoring the insects that were crawling over their bodies.

You and the other celebrities may not have noticed, and it may have been slightly against the rules, but Harry made sure that he tried extra hard when picking up the yellow balls and throwing them to Owen.

“30 seconds left!” Ant bellowed, “Owen, as many as you can now.”

“It’s nearly over, you’ve done so well!” You shouted.

As Harry chucked a blue ball across the set, the Hollyoaks star extended his arm out to catch it, only for the ferris wheel to turn him upside down, dunking him into the water. Seann cried out in defeat from the sidelines, burying his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry, Seann, mate!” He called out when he was released from the water tank, gasping for air as he was spun around again.

After the timer ended and the medic had a to retrieve a rather nasty cockroach from Jill’s ear, her, Harry and Owen returned to the sidelines with the rest of you. “Well done, you three.” Dec smiled, “How was that, Jill?”

“Wasn’t the best fair I’ve ever been to. But hopefully we did alright.” She laughed, shaking her head to rid herself of anymore unwanted guests.

Ant turned to the man in the red t-shirt, “Harry, could you reach all the balls?”

“It was a little bit tricky down the bottom. Those green ants are painful.”

The two presenters nodded their heads, turning to the rack once again now that all the balls had been collected. “Ok, well, let’s see how many balls you’ve all got. Babatunde, you’ve finished on five. Harry, you’ve got eight. Charlene, you have six. Chris Moyles, seven.”

“That’s ‘cause I had nothing to do with it!” He joked, prompting an eruption of laughs.

“Jill, four. Matt, four as well. Owen, you’ve ended up with ten balls! Y/N, you’ve got eight, Seann, five balls. And finally… Sue’s got two!”

All the balls were then poured into the tombola, and you and your campmates gathered around the presenters, ready for the prize draw. You were moments away from finding out which two of you were going to attend the beach barbecue. “Here we go, good luck everybody!” Ant and Dec beamed. You also wished everyone around you good luck, propping your head up on your hand as you watched the tombola spin round.

“The first person going to the barbecue is…” Dec slowly reached in, grabbing a red ball out, “Harry!”

You all broke into immediate celebration, cheering for the brunette who couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. “Totally deserved.” Mike nodded, patting Harry’s shoulder.

“There you go,” Ant pointed his finger at him, “You can ‘ave a hot dog to make up for all those ant bites. Right, who’s next? Spin it, Dec, spin it!”

The smaller man did as he was told, spinning it around continuously. “Ok, so, the second person going to the beach is…” He slowly brought up his hand, revealing a yellow ball between his hands, “Y/N!”

Your mouth fell open in disbelief as the people around you cheered. Harry looked up at you from the first row, offering you a smile that you gladly returned.

HARRY INTERVIEW:

“I don’t want to gloat… but I’m very happy.”

“Harry and Y/N, you can now make your way over to the chopper.” You and Harry grabbed your belongings and stood up, the others wishing you a good time. You were thankful, but you couldn’t help but feel and for the boy in the pink top. “‘M sorry, Owen.” You whispered, tapping his shoulder as you stood up.

“I feel terrible.” Harry chimed in.

Owen was quick to shake his head, “Hey, Y/N, Harry, yous have a sick day. Don’t feel bad at all.”

Harry snaked an arm around your shoulder as the two of you exited the trial area. He turned to you, “I dunno about you, but I fancy a massive prawn cocktail.”

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i’maceleb!universe spider in the rv

y/n wakes up to an uninvited visitor in the rv!

After nearly one week of living in the jungle, you and the other celebrities finally felt like you were beginning to acclimatise. You’d never fully get used to it, but you were starting to get into a routine and everything was falling into place.

“You alright, mate? You look knackered.” Harry’s head popped up from the stove, where he was heating up leftover beans from the previous night for his breakfast.

Owen groaned out from inside his hammock, slowly running his hand across his face to wake himself up. “This is awful, man. I’m jealous of you, gettin’ to sleep in the RV.”

“Is your back still bad?” Asked Seann.

“It’s dreadful.” The Hollyoaks actor shook his head, “How many nights’ve you done this?”

Seann scrunched up his lip in thought. “Five or six?”

“I don’t know how you do it, mate. The whole night, you’re not asleep. You’re, like, semi-awake, too focused on not fallin’ out of bed.”

“You can have my flatbed, if you want it.” The Walsh man suggested, plonking the cowboy hat down on his head.

Owen was quick to shake his head and refuse, “No way, you’ve got five nights of sleep to catch up on.”

OWEN BUSH TELEGRAPH:

“We were just lying there, talkin’ about the hammock when, all of a sudden, out of nowhere—”

An abrupt, piercing scream, presumably sounding from the RV, caused your campmates to stiffen and share looks of unease. “Is that Y/N?” Harry rushed to ask, knowing that you were still sound asleep when he left earlier that morning.

The rest of the celebrities remained silent, darting their eyes around to try and see where you were. When he realised you weren’t sat around the fire with everyone else, Harry shot up from the log and quickly ran over to the RV, the other campmates following in pursuit, worried for what they might find.

“Y/N?” A string of your name was called out by various people. Just as they reached the door, it swung open, and out you came running with fear evident on your face. You ran straight into the person closest to you, who conveniently enough was Harry, wrapped a reassuring arm around your waist. He asked you what happened, and you looked up at him, “There was a huge spider!”

It was established by now that if the camp had a visit from an unwanted creature, Mike was the man to deal with it. So, he waltzed into the RV to inspect it. Not a minute later, he came back out again holding what seemed to be a common house spider, barely an inch big.

Harry couldn’t help but breathe out a laugh. Partly because of the fuss you made over something that was probably more scared of you than you were of it, but mostly of relief now that he knew nothing bad had happened to you.

Owen caught sight of the critter as Mike bent down to let it free, a look of pure shock on his face, “No way, is that real?!”

“Of course it’s real.”

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i’maceleb!universe disgusting derby

y/n struggles in a challenge, so harry helps her out!

“Harry, Mike, Y/N and Seann, you now have a chance to win more lucky balls. Please get ready to leave camp.”

The four of you made your way through the jungle, entering the Unfair Funfair. You gawked at the attractions around you - the Disgusting Derby, the Terrible Teacup, and Down to the Wire.

You were all first instructed towards the Disgusting Derby, where four helmets were set down ready for you. “What’s disgusting about it?” Seann questioned, picking up the blue one.

“That’s what concerns me, Seann.” Harry breathed out a laugh, positioning the goggles over his eyes.

By the looks of it, you had to stand under your designated colour, and then when the klaxon sounded, water would fill up the tube on the top of your helmet. Once it was as full as it could be, you’d run over to the derby table, and attempt to shoot the water at the bullseye in order to move your horse forward. Whoever’s horse was first to reach the finish line, would win a ball.

Sean was first up, looking terribly uncomfortable as the blue liquid came flooding out, drenching him. He slowly toddled over to the table, bending down to pour the water into the cup. “Ooh, Seann that’s too far!” You bit your lip as the poor man poured more onto the floor than he did into his cup. That didn’t stop him trying, though, picking up the water gun and aiming it at the bullseye.

“C’mon, you can shoot better than that!” Mike urged, “How did you ever get your missus pregnant?”

Harry was next to go. He wasted no time collecting the water, and making his way, rapidly, over to the derby table. He bent down and poured the water into the cup, nearly all of it going in. The three of you watched in awe as he aimed at the bullseye, shooting it in perfectly.

“Bloody hell, do you go out shooting?” Mike asked him.

“Now, that’s how you get a woman pregnant.” Seann joked, causing Harry to erupt into a pit of laughter.

“Oh, shit, it’s freezing!” You gasped as the water fell down on you. The others urged you to go, causing you to rush towards the table, and arch down slightly to pour the contents of your helmet into the cup. It was a lot more difficult than it looked. You couldn’t see what you were doing at all, you just had to rely on what the others were telling you.

You saw a splash out of the corner of your eye, meaning that you missed the cup slightly. “It’s alright, keep going.” Harry assured you.

Once you were done, you grabbed the water gun and aimed what little water you had at the bullseye. “You’ve got this, Y/N!” Seann called.

The other three continued to cheer you on, but there was no denying it - your aim was shit. Plus, it certainly didn’t help that you hardly had any water in your water gun. “Left a bit.” Mike instructed, “That’s it!”

You managed to get the water that you had into the target, moving your yellow horse forward just a couple of inches, not too far behind Seann’s.

Y/N INTERVIEW:

“It’s so difficult! It’s alot harder than it looks.”

After what felt like a lifetime, all four of you had managed to get your horses to the finish line. Harry finished first, closely followed by Mike. Then it was Seann, and then it was you.

“We absolutely stink.” You laughed as you all gathered around in a group hug after completing the challenge.

SEANN INTERVIEW:

“That was probably the biggest challenge, doing that.” The comedian deadpanned.

Finishing the challenge meant that you were able to collect a ball from the table. Drenched, you all waddled over, where they were all organised in different colours, with your faces poking out at the front. “Are we all gonna pick our own, then?” Mike asked, looking at you all before he picked one up.

“S’pose so.” Harry shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t think it matters which one we choose.”

Mike nodded his head in comprehension and reached his hand out, picking up a green ball from his section. Next was Seann, eagerly grabbing a blue one. Followed by you, rushing to grab the yellow one from behind the image of your head.

Last was Harry. Watching him intently, you expected him to pick out one of his own colour, but rather than red, he grabbed a yellow ball and held it between his fingers. You stood perplexed as he extended his arm out, handing you the ball of your colour.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled, furrowing your brow at the man infront of you.

“You’re starving, you’ve earned it.” The Styles man looked down at you, smiling sincerely.

You were quick to shake your head, “Harry, don’t be silly. Pick your own ball.”

“I don’t want my own.” He simply said. “Take it, it’s okay.”

You couldn’t let him risk his own chance at a decent meal for you, that wasn’t fair. “Harry…” You were still skeptical, but it was clear Harry wasn’t going to take no for an answer. You mouthed a quiet ‘thank you’ as he handed it to you, the smile prominent upon his lips.

HARRY BUSH TELEGRAPH:

“I didn’t mind not getting a ball.” He shrugged. “They’ll be other chances. I know how hungry Y/N is at the moment, she deserves it more than I do, so I was more than happy to give it to her.”

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reply here if you want to be added to my i’maceleb!universe taglist! 💞

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heyy, do you have a taglist? If so, could you add me to the tag list pls?

Thank you ♥︎

i don’t but i can make one 💞

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i’maceleb!universe let the games begin

two celebrities have the chance to win a trip to a beach bbq!

It had been a long morning in camp. Chris was voted for his first trial alone, which meant that you and your campmates were to expect a one-star meal tonight. He tried his best, and that was all that mattered, but you’d lying if you said you weren’t starving.

“Guys, there’s a laminate over here!” You heard Charlene call, causing you to jump up from where you were sat and make your way over. What could it be? You and the other celebrities gathered around, waiting in anticipation for Charlene to read it, and tell you what was going on.

“Celebrities… tomorrow, there is a fantastic prize up for grabs. Two of you will win a day at the beach, feasting on a surf and turf barbie! In camp, you will see a rack of balls. Each ball represents a different celebrity. Over the next 24 hours, you will get opportunities to win more balls. Tomorrow, all the balls will be placed in a tombola and two of them will be picked at random. Those two lucky celebrities will fly out and enjoy a day at the beach. The more balls a celebrity has, the greater their chance of winning the prize.”

HARRY BUSH TELEGRAPH:

“I wouldn’t say I’m a competitive person.” He pursed his lips. There was a beat, until he broke into a cheeky smile, eyeing the camera. “Okay, maybe I am… But I’m hungry!”

Y/N BUSH TELEGRAPH:

“I need to go to that barbecue.” You spoke, deadly serious, looking straight down the camera.

You were all given t-shirts to wear with your assigned colours, much to Chris’ amusement.“Well, don’t you all look like a packet of M&M’s?”

The camp erupted into laughter as you sat there proudly in your yellow shirt, with your smiling face plastered on the front.

“Oh my god, we look like power rangers!” The Warner boy beside you gasped.

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would you ever do a love island! harry ??

i would love to!

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oh i have missed i’m a celeb harry 🥹🥹

oh, me too 🥹 but he’s back and there’s a lot more coming!

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i’maceleb!universe starving

y/n and harry discuss what food they’d eat if they were back at home!

You leaped up from the log you were sat on as soon as you heard the phone ringing, meaning Mike and Baba had completed the Deals On Wheels challenge. You had this sort of rota in camp about who would answer the call at which time, and today it was your turn.

You hurriedly opened up the door to the telephone box, bringing the phone straight to your ear, “Hello?”

“G’day, celebrities. Babatunde and Mike have completed today’s Deals On Wheels challenge.”

“They’ve done it!” You poked your head out of the door, giving the rest of your campmates a big thumbs up.

“In order to win, you must answer the following question correctly - what number in line to the throne is Zara Tindall? A, 14. B, 17. C, 20.”

You repeated the question and the three options, hanging the phone over your shoulder. Seann furrowed his brow, “Who’s Zara?”

“Mike’s wife!” Sue tutted.

“Oh, shit!”

You immediately shook your head, “I couldn’t tell you.”

After about 10 minutes of counting all the possible royals and squabbling about what the answer could be, your campmates eventually landed on B - 17. You made sure that everyone agreed before telling Kev the answer and hanging up the phone.

“God, I hope we got it right, ‘m starving.” You spoke, leaving the phone booth and sitting down on the log beside Harry.

“Me too.” The tatted brunette sighed, reaching down to tie the shoelaces on his boots. “What would you eat right now? If you could have anything?”

“Oh, god.” You rested your chin on your hand and pursed your lips in thought. Anything. “Y’know what, a roast. Literally nothing beats a roast dinner with all the trimmings.”

Harry’s eyes lit up at the thought, “What would you have with it?”

“Oh my god,” You breathed, drawing a picture in your head. “Chicken, roasties, yorkshires, carrots, broccoli, pigs in blankets—”

“Woah, woah,” Harry cut you off with his jaw hung low, like someone had just told him santa wasn’t real, “Pigs in blankets? They’re for Christmas!”

You immediately shook your head. “No way, they are way too good to only eat one day a year! They deserve to be appreciated all year round.”

“Nope, I’ve got to disagree. That is crazy.” He spoke.

“They’re back!” You heard someone call, prompting everybody’s heads to turn to the entry to camp. In came walking Mike and Babatunde - emptyhanded.

HARRY BUSHTELEGRAPH:

“We’re a bit shit at these questions, aren’t we?” He smiled into the lens.

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hii cud i request harry & yn painting each others nails while drinking & maybe playing never have I ever or truth&dare

like tooth rotting fluff

aaaa i love this idea sm, i hope you like it 🍓

“How many times ‘av we seen this film now?” Harry huffed, the sound sending a vibration through his body that you felt as you rested your head on his lap, staring aimlessly at the TV infront of you. “Swear I could quote it word-for-word at this point.”

You slowly turned your head up to face him with narrowed eyes, “Little Women is a pinnacle of modern cinema, Mr Styles.”

“You’re only sayin’ that ‘cause y’fancy Florence Pugh.”

“Heeey!” You whined, slapping him playfully on the chest. “I dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

The two of you originally had a table booked at a restaurant in central london, but due to a particularly bad rainstorm, you thought it was best not to risk going out. That lead to you and Harry sprawled out on the sofa, watching a selection of your favourite films. It also meant you finally opened the several bottles of champagne you had leftover from Christmas, so the two of you weren’t exactly sober.

You were unable to pull your eyes away from the screen when it came to the scene with Amy’s monologue about marriage. You felt yourself subconsciously mouthing along with the words.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Harry jolted up in his seat with a gasp, almost throwing you both off of the sofa, “Can you paint my nails?!”

“Shhh!” You hissed, resting your head on your chin, “Laurie’s ‘bout to tell her how beautiful she is!”

Harry hopped up from the couch, and kneeled down in between you and the TV so you could see him. He put on his best puppy dog eyes that he knew, despite your drunken states, you wouldn’t be able to resist. “Please, love. It’ll be so fun, and I can paint yours after!”

You rolled your eyes at the adorable man sat infront of you. How could you say no to a face like that? “Fine,” you huffed out, “But we’re finishing Little Women afterwards.”

In the next ten minutes, Harry had popped one of his Fleetwood Mac albums on the record player, and you were sat at the dining table, aggressively rifling through your shared collection of nail polishes. Harry had ordered you off the sofa because he knew the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up tomorrow morning with a hangover, only to find nail polish spilled all over it.

“What colour d’you want, babe?” You shouted out, and he came running into the kitchen not two seconds later.

“You pick f’me.” He tells you, plopping himself down in the seat beside you.

You dug out a red and an ivory white from the bag, deciding to attempt the heart nails that Harry had done many a time before. He stretched out his fingers, laying his hand flat for you. You were quick to get started with the base coat, concentration laced in your features. Harry gazed at your focused expression in adoration, your brows furrowed together, and your tongue slightly poking out the corner of your mouth.

The soft sound of Everywhere began to play through the room, prompting the tipsy brunette to sway in his seat and hum along. What was a heart five seconds ago, now looked like something out of a crime scene. “Harry!” You scolded, causing the poor man to jump, “Stop movin’, y’pillock, you’ve ruined it!”

“‘M sorry, lovie.” He frowned, “Y’know how much I love Christine McVie.”

You nodded your head, rushing to clean the polish off of his forefinger so you could repaint it. “I know, she’s a bloody legend, but m’heart’s a red splodge now.”

After nearly an hour of you and your boyfriend belting out every last word to Tango in the Night, Harry’s fingernails were now covered in beautiful little hearts. Though, not all of them were perfect due to the double vision the alcohol in your system had given you, but he loved them nonetheless.

You admired your work with a bright, giggly smile on your face. “Look at ‘em, they’re so cute.”

“D’you want me to do yours now?” Harry looked up at you.

You puckered your lips in thought, before an idea came into your head. You grinned at the dimpled man next to you, “Why don’t we play never have i ever with shots?” You gasped, causing him to do the same. Now, sober Y/N never would have thought of such an idea, but drunk Y/N was like a whole new person, and Harry was just as intoxicated.

“Never have I ever…” you paused as you tried to think, “Tried something kinky in bed.” Harry smirked as the two of you both took a quick shot, then squirmed at the burning taste. Putting the glasses back down on the table, the two of you knew exactly what the other was thinking.

“Handcuffs.” — “Pegging.” You simultaneously spoke, prompting you both to share a confused look.

“Never have I ever DMed Florence Pugh asking if she’d be m’friend.” Harry giggled, taking a shot anyway, despite having never done it.

Your jaw fell open in the most dramatic way possible at your overly giggly boyfriend. “Oi!” You pouted, “Y’bastard, she never replied.”

“Take the shot, then, babe.” Harry cockily urged in a sing-song voice, gesturing to the shot glass in your hand.

In a sulky manner, you did as you were told. Putting down the glass and picking up yet another, you pointed your forefinger at the musician, “Two can play at that game, Styles.” You warned. “Never have I ever got locked out of my house and climbed through next doors window by mistake.”

“Heeey!” Harry whined, clutching his chest.

You bursts out laughing at the memory, “Poor Mrs Benson was terrified, you almost gave her a heart attack!”

“Right, woman, you’re playing a dangerous game.” Harry shook his head. The two of you agreed you’d had quite enough of never have I ever, and sat back down at the table once you’d cleared up all the empty glasses. He picked up the bag of nail polish, grabbing out two colours, “Red or blue flowers, love?”

“Blue, please.”

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feel free to request a oneshot in my ask box! i promise i will try my best to write them for you 💞

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Hi, do you still write for your I’m a celeb series or is it discontinued?? 💜💜

i’m writing another series at the same time so updates may be a little slower but i’m definitely continuing it 💞