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writtenbystyles · 17 days ago

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night cap

inspired by night cap - @tillyshouse

word count: 1.1k

warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing

a/n: eee my first fic, i'm nervous! please let me know if you enjoyed it, but don't be too mean ;)

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The music is blasting, far too loud, though that was to be expected. The club smells like alcohol, sweat, and cigarettes. The dance floor is packed, bodies pushing against each other left and right. I'm not focused on any of that, though. What I'm really paying attention to is you sitting next to me, looking bored and exhilarated and gorgeous all at once.

I lean in closer, whispering so nobody else at the table hears me, "You okay? Need a drink?"

"I need air. Wanna get out of here?" You suggest, looking over at me. You're so close, I can see the slight furrow between your brows you only get when you're thinking too much.

"What, like leave?" I ask, confused.

I'm not sure if you mean you want to leave with the other guys too, or just us. Alone. If it's the latter, I'm certainly interested.

"Yeah. You don't look like you're having the best time either." You say, laughing softly. The sound makes my chest ache in the best way.

"I'm not, really—hey, shut up," I say, suppressing a grin. I sigh softly, pulling myself together. "We could go outside for a bit to clear your head—"

"No, idiot, I wanna leave. Go somewhere else, away from here. Like, a field or something."

A field? Why on earth would we go to a field?

"Uh..." I raise an eyebrow, even more confused now. "You wanna go to a field?"

"You know... look at the stars. Sounds romantic, eh?" You tease, nudging me.

You will be the death of me.

"Okay, yeah. C'mon," I stand up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up out of your seat while no one is paying attention.

I lead you out to my car, looking over my shoulder to make sure none of the guys saw us leave. I don't know how I'd explain that. I open the passenger side door for you, gently nudging you in. I walk around to the drivers side, opening the door and getting in the car. I start the engine, one hand on the steering wheel and the other hovering awkwardly over the centre console as I wonder if it would be too forward to place it on your thigh.

We're only friends within the band, after all. That's all we've ever been, despite my fat crush on you, that I know is wrong and absolutely not allowed.

I tried to tell myself I couldn't fall for you, that it would end messily no matter what. And while that's still probably true, as a 21 year old man who's just slightly touch deprived lately, I couldn't help it. Don't blame me, blame your pretty face and gentle voice.

As I drive through London, glancing at you occasionally while you look out the window, I wonder if there's any chance you feel it too. If you ever look at me and wish I was yours as much as I wish I was yours.

I pull up on the side of the road by a gate, a wide and empty field of grass behind the gate.

I walk around the car and open your door, offering my hand to help you out. You step out, and I close the door behind you, not letting go of your hand. I pull you along with me as I open the trunk, taking a full bottle of whiskey from it and closing it.

"What's that for?" You ask, glancing from the bottle up to my eyes. I look down at you, grinning mischievously.

"Now, Y/N, what do you think it's for?" I ask sarcastically, shaking my head and chuckling at your stupid question.

"Fuck off." You mutter, trying (and failing) to suppress a smile. You let go of my hand, opening the gate and walking through it. I don't follow. I stand there with a dumbstruck look on my face, in awe of you and everything you are. When you turn around and see I'm not following you, you motion with your hand for me come with you.

"Right, sorry, yeah..." I mumble, snapping out of it as I follow you through the gate, holding the bottle of whiskey by the neck.

We walk next to each other until we're stood in the middle of the field. You sit on the grass, your long legs outstretched in front of you and your palms flat on the green ground. "Are you just gonna stand there or..?" You ask, looking up at me with a playful glimmer in your eyes.

I keep forgetting to function like an actual human.

I blush softly from embarrassment and sit down next to you, praying to God you don't notice my flustered state.

Being next to you, alone, in the middle of an empty field, our thighs brushing, is very much messing with my head and I highly doubt I'm gonna make it through the night without making a fool of myself.

I lay flat on the grass, my hands intertwined and resting on my stomach. I look up at you and smile softly. "C'mere, lie down sweetheart."

I'm surprised at my sudden burst of confidence. Who do I think I am, calling you sweetheart?

Very smooth, Harry. Well done.

But you lay next to me anyways, so close our arms are brushing. I glance over at you, you're looking up at the sky. The moonlight casts a soft glow over your features, making you look even more ethereal than usual.

"You're beautiful."

Shit. I didn't mean to say that out loud.

You look at me instantly, your eyes a little wide and curious. "Th-thank you..." You blush slightly, and I feel relief knowing I haven't went and completely screwed everything up.

I smile a little, you do too, before you look away. I don't, I watch as you look up at the stars.

But I feel like a bit of a creep, so I tear my gaze away and look at the stars.

"I think that one's Ursa Major..." I murmur, pointing to a constellation in the night sky.

"No, that's Ursa Minor." You say, making me roll my eyes.

"Are they not, like, the same thing?" I ask, my brows lowered.

You sigh like you've had this conversation a hundred times before, which you definitely haven't. "No, Ursa Major is bigger and brighter, hence the name."

"Oh. Right..." I murmur, pouting slightly.

"They look similar, but they're different." You add.

I sigh softly, looking at you beside me. I don't care about the constellations, I just wanna kiss you breathless. Unfortunately, that's not an option.

Or is it..?

"Y/N, can I kiss you?"

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part 2..?

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