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fratboy!harry - part 15

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Rolling Stones, Ramones, The Beatles, Pink Floyd - wait is that The 1975? You pull out the vinyl from Harry’s shelf and see you are right. Following that vinyl was The Neighbourhood’s vinyl too. All the oldies and then these goodies hidden in between. You smile and put The 1975 vinyl on the player. Had never used a record player, you bite down on your bottom lip and hope for the best. Then, Matty’s voice is filling the room quietly.

Turning around, you see Harry shift in bed a little. You let out a small sigh and turn it up, then walk into the bathroom and brush your teeth. As you’re rinsing your mouth, you hear Harry muttering something over the music. You smile and walk over to stand in the doorway.

“Turn it off,” Harry grumbles while managing to sit up in bed. You chuckle at his state - the messy hair and grumpy facial expression.

“It’s almost one in the afternoon, H, time to get up,” you sing and walk towards him. Harry groans loudly and falls back onto the bed roughly. “How you feeling?”

“Shit,” Harry mutters.

You chuckle again at him and sit back against your pillow as Harry’s laying across your side of the bed now. Reaching towards him, you brush back his hair off his face. Harry had drank a lot last night. Like a lot more than you’ve ever seen him drink before. After some time after three in the morning you had to help him into bed and he passed out instantly. Then this morning he didn’t budge one bit.

“You missed breakfast with the boys,” you say, “Brandon made waffles, the girls made smoothies, it was great,”

“Wait,” Harry sits up again and narrows his eyes at you, “yeh went out there and sat with the guys in that?”

You look down at the white tshirt of Harry’s you were wearing. You had on a sports bra under and those spandex shorts you had wore the first morning waking up in Harry’s bed. It wasn’t covering much though, you’ll admit it.

“Trav literally saw me in my bra and panties last weekend, didn’t think it really mattered anymore,” you shrug.

“I told you you should’ve put on my jumper while going to grab your laundry,”

“I’m not that bothered by it, H,” you shake your head and lean back against the headboard.

“Fine,” Harry mumbles and then is laying back down again - this time he’s closer and you know he wants you to comb through his longer hair again. So you do, letting the music fill the silence between you two while you play with Harry’s hair. “Sorry I slept in, were you bored?” Harry asks.

You shake your head, “no, I showered and sat with everyone while eating and then I came back in here and went snooping around,”

“Of course,” Harry chuckles.

You take a moment, fingers still in Harry’s hair, to think of what you were going to say next. During your looking around, you found more family pictures. Harry had a story you wanted to hear. But you also knew you couldn’t pester him because you weren’t exactly an open book when it came to family either. Sure, you’d tell Harry about your family - just maybe not everything. You swallow hard and fall deeper into thought.

“What’s wrong, little bird?” Harry asks in a soft voice.

“Nothing,” you shrug.

“Fine, what kinda question you got for me then?”

“Will you tell me about your parents? I mean if you don’t want to then you don’t have to,” you ramble off and Harry sits up then. Judging by his twisted up face, you can tell he’s got a serious hangover.

“Sure,” he nods and rubs his eyes. “Uh, my dad’s a business man, comes from a family of business men like way way back. Roaring 20s kinda back,”

“Really?” You ask, brows pulled together as your cross your legs now.

“Yeah, one of the few families in England that made something of their business during the war,” Harry states.

“That’s kinda cool,” you smile, “what about your mom?”

“She’s a saint, nicest woman you’ll ever meet,” Harry states with a smile. Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the mention of meeting his mom. Maybe one day you’d get that far in your relationship but it was still really really really early. “Her family is sorta the opposite of my dads. His is old money, stuck up buggers. While my moms side are all hippies who will tell you the craziest stories from the 60s and 70s,”

“That’s so much cooler,” you chuckle while imaging Harry’s grandparents going off about Woodstock or whatever else happened in England during those hippie times.

“Yeah,” Harry smiles and nods his head, “guess my family’s pretty cool,” he agrees.

“When did your parents meet?” you ask, turning to lean against Harry and his arm immediately falls behind your back to wrap around your side.

“After my dad went to school here, my mom worked at the cafe by my dads office in London. Then they had my sister Gemma, then got married and then had me, all pretty quickly actually,” Harry explains. It was sort of heart warming, to hear about Harry’s family. You wanted to know more, you could hear him talk all day. “And now I’m here in America while they’re all back home. Gemma just had her first baby last summer, Jackson, and he’s growing like a bloody weed,” Harry continues without you even asking - causing your heart to burst in your chest.

“He’s so cute,” you mention, “from the photos I’ve seen at least,”

“Yeah, got his looks from his uncle,” Harry jokes. You laugh and pinch Harry gently.

“You knob,” you say while Harry brings his other arm around you and pulls you closer to him. He’s silent then, but you can tell he’s got questions too. That’s just how Harry worked. He got quiet when he’s brain goes off.

“Tell me about your parents,” Harry whispers against your hair. You swallow the lump that’s immediately in your throat. You didn’t have a sweet family story like Harry did.

“Uh, my dad’s got a electricity company back home. My mom was a hair dresser till I was about 15,” you shift in Harry’s arms while thinking of what to say next, “they got divorced when I was 15 too,” you add.

“M’sorry,” Harry mumbles.

“It’s okay, divorces happen,” you shrug, “my step dad is pretty cool I guess. And if they hadn’t met then my half sister Bailey wouldn’t be here,” you end up smiling while bringing up Bails. She really was the best part of your life.

“I’ve seen you sending Snaps to her, yeah?”

“Yup,” you nod, “spoiled brat got an iPad for her fifth birthday,”

“At least you getta see her face,”

“Wanna send her a picture, she’ll love it,”

“Why? You tellin’ your baby sister all about me, little bird?” Harry teases you.

“Duh,” you wink and lean out of Harry to grab your phone off the side table. You sit on your knees and open Snapchat. Harry covers up with the blanket, right up to his chin, then as the camera flips on the two of you he sticks out his tongue. You chuckle and do the same, tapping the screen and then sending it to Bailey - saving it first of course. Bailey answers instantly, you smile and lean back into Harry before opening it up. And there she is, missing her first tooth and grinning up close to her front camera.

“She’s adorable,” Harry says.

“Got her looks from her sister,” you tease Harry while poking his side. He chuckles at you.

Some time passes by, mostly in silence as the two look at your phones. You’d show each other a photo or video from last night, looking through Snapchat stories to waste time. You pass Harry the water bottle that was sitting on the side table, you had put it there hours ago now, and he chugs half of it. Finally Harry complains about being hungry and drags himself into the bathroom. You lay in bed, snuggling up under the covers while waiting for Harry to get finished.

You’re fighting falling asleep as you hear Harry enter the bedroom once again a while later. Sighing, you shut your phone and wait for him to say something. But next thing you know, the blanket is flying off your body and Harry’s hand is spanking your bum. You screech, flipping around to glare at him.

“You prick!” you shout.

“Hey, you liked the spanking last night, babygirl,”

“You’re such a pig,” you mumble but grab ahold of his awaiting hands to lift you up off the bed. He uses all his strength and lifts you up into the air, causing you to stumble back into him while chuckling. You loved when he got into these goofy moods.

“Change,” he says abrutly.

“I don’t have any other clothes here by my costume, remember? I took my clothes home the other day,” you state while walking over to where your red mini skirt, top and boots sat.

“Oh, right,” Harry nods.

You think about it, then decide to slip into the skirt and tuck in the front of Harry’s white shirt you were wearing. It was a look that’s for sure, you think while zipping up the boots. You ruffle with you hair and hope it looks good enough to pull off what you wished looked kinda ‘model off duty’ idea you got.

“How do I look?” you ask Harry while turning towards him. He had been turning off the record player and putting away the vinyl as you changed.

“Gorgeous, as always,” he says with a smile while stepping to you and kissing your cheek. You can’t help as the blush creeps on your cheeks.

As Harry leads the way out of the bedroom you admire him. He’s got on a pair of black jeans on and a white tank top. His tan was still there as the cooler months had come in now. His wet hair drips down the back of his neck, you bite your neck as your mind turns to dirtier thoughts. Harry turns into the kitchen and you’re surprised to see Kate and Travis standing around together, close enough to brush into one another.

“Hey,” Kate smiles as she sees you.

“Hey,” you smile as well. It was kinda weird having another one of your friends hanging around the frat house.

“Nice outfit, it actually looks really good,” she comments.

“Oh thanks,” you chuckle while glancing down at yourself. Guess it would do, just a little much for a college kid.

“Good to see you’re alive,” Travis says to Harry as he opens the fridge and grumbles out a response. “You and Eddy finished the tequila and the rum last night, hey?”

“Jesus Christ,” Harry replies while rubbing both his eyes with the heels of his hands. He shuts the fridge doors and turns back around to look at you. “Want to head to the diner?”

“Yeah, then I need to get home and study,” you say while pushing you hair to one side.

“’Kay,” he nods, “I’ll grab my keys,”

You nod and pull your phone from your waistband of your skirt. There’s another Snapchat from Bailey, but you decide to answer her a little later and then go to your next notification. It’s a text from Alex, which brings a smile to your lips. He didn’t text you as much as he once did, but you blamed the busy college lives you both lived now.

Hey, how’s it going? Ran into your mom a while ago, she looks better just so you know. I just wanted to let you know my mom invited you for Thanksgiving if you’re planning on coming home.

hey!! i’m doing good hbu? and yeah she told me, and she sounds better too so thats good.. i havent booked a flight home yet, honestly not sure if i cant afford coming home for thanksgiving and christmas so i’ll let you know but tell jane thanks for the invite!! miss you

I’m good, just tired of this school crap lol. And yeah far enough, flights basically across the country aren’t cheap. Miss you too Boo!

You smile again while reading the nickname. It was a childhood nickname, given to you cause it was one of your first words, also cause you loved Monster Inc while growing up. Then it caught on, and just became a thing you guessed. But it was nice to hear, brought back lots of memories. You send him back a quick message just as Harry comes back into the kitchen with a beanie on his head and keys in his hand.

“Ready?” Harry asks, you nod and then say bye to Travis and Kate before walking out of the house - which was disgustingly dirty all around.

“Oh my god,” you gasp while stepping outside and seeing the garbage all over the lawn.

“Should’ve seen it last year, it was worse, someone broke a window too,” Harry states while unlocking his car.

“Who cleans all the crap up?”

“Uh, our maid,” Harry says while you get into the car at the same time he does.

“Sorry? Maid?” you ask in a shocked tone.

“Yeah, she comes every Monday morning and when we call her in,”

“I shouldn’t be surprised cause there’s no way that house could stay as clean as it does with so many guys living in it,”

“Hey, I’m pretty clean,” Harry winces while pouting.

You roll your eyes at him and then look out the window as he drives towards the diner. As you pull up to the diner you think back to the first time Harry had brought you here, it was just lunch between two friends after he had came to apologize for being rude at James’s party the day before. Since then, there’s been more apologies but things also got better too. You glance up at Harry as he holds open the door for you. You really hoped this went a long way, cause you were so hung up on Harry you don’t know what you’d do without him at this point.

#fratboy!harry #not sure about this part #but here it is like i felt like if i didnt continue from halloween night id be doing too much jumping #cause next part jumps around a lot #regardless hope you all like it :)#talk to me about this!!!#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you

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