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Lullaby

harry styles x actress!reader

summary: a drunk harry and drunk y/n meet at a party, he asks her for a favor and they have a little talk and nap in the bathroom, which of course, leads harry to fall in love. (see masterlist for series summary <3)

w/c: 2.5k

w: mentions of sex and drinking--smut in future chapters

a/n: omg this is my first fic for harry! I love this trope and I couldn’t help myself but to write a little series/universe for it because i think i’ve read all of them lmao. but pls keep in mind that english is not my first language and i’m sorry for all of the little spelling/grammar errors! enjoy!

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February, 2012

Y/n never should have listened to her friend when they said she should sneak out from set at nine and take a two hour car ride into London for a party.

After partying and drinking, all she wanted was a break from the loud noises and sweaty bodies brushing up against her. She headed for the bathroom but groaned when she heard whimpers coming from the other side. She really didn't want to be out here and the bathroom was the only bit of privacy that the large studio loft had to offer, she hoped that maybe the bathrooms would at least be vacant, but apparently not.

“Do you know where Y/n went?”

She panicked when she heard that voice. So she banged on the door, and broke the weak lock and went inside, eyes shut.

“Look, I’m so sorry if I’m interrupting–”

“Can you help me?” A small voice asked her. She opened an eye and then the other when she saw a lone boy, fully clothed. He had a small curling wand in his hand and an empty cup on the bathroom counter. “It’s not curling my hair.”

Her tipsy brain didn’t think that much of the request, or that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to hold onto a hot wand that could seriously injure someone, more specifically burn him. But, nevertheless, the door shut behind her as she relocked the already weak lock. “Sure.”

The already curly-headed boy handed her the iron. First, she actually plugged the device in and got one of the combs from the drawer. She prepped his hair while the curling iron heated up, running her hands and comb through his hair made him feel like he was on some special high–her high.

She soon started and curled a piece of hair, followed by another. “Thanks for doing this.” He mumbled, now sipping his cup filled with tapwater.

“No problem.” She told him. Her voice was soothing, it made him sleepy but he had to fight through the tiredness. “Needed to avoid someone anyway.”

“‘m Harry, by the way.” He turned around and she removed the curling iron so he was now facing her and held out his hand.

“Y/n.” She smiled and shook his hand. He turned back around and looked at them together in the reflection, he liked what he saw. He sneakily took out his phone and took a photo and inspected it. He showed it to her and she smiled, “cute.”

He nodded in agreement and put his phone back in his back pocket. “Pretty.” He did a quick inhale and met your gaze back in the mirror, a smile creeping back on his face that he quickly got under control. “Who you running from, love?”

“Ugh, my co-star. Plays a clingy bastard on screen and is actually one in real life.” she sighed. “Your hair’s curled.”

He shook his head and she ran her fingers through his hair again, separating the curls and making his hair a bit frizzy. His hair was also fried at the ends, she may have gotten a little too distracted while the wand was in his hair. “Thanks.” He turned to face Y/n and held her hands, staring deep into her eyes.

“You’re the boyband guy, right?” You asked. “Harry as in Harry Style?”

“Styles but yeah.” He laughed. “And your Hunger Games girl, right? Y/n Y/L/N?”

“Yup.”

“And your co-star would be…Peta?” He tried.

“Gale actually.” She corrected, then corrected herself. “Actually Liam Hemsworth.”

“Thor?!” He almost shouted. “Thor wants you?”

“No, that's Chris Hemsworth.” She smiled back at him. He stood up instead of kneeling at the ground, he came to be about just under six foot, but with his crazed hair he could possibly be a little taller. “My friend invited me and hyped up this party saying it was totally worth the two hour drive and then annoyingly ditched me and left me to fend for myself and to avoid Liam's obnoxiousness who, for some reason, is here also.”

“Sounds as annoying as our Liam.” Harry mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. I’m just sorry about that, love.” He hesitantly hugged her, after her approval of course, Harry may still have a little alcohol in his system but he’s still a gentleman. He bear-hugged Y/n when he got the all-clear, loving the way she felt. She was on the colder side, while Harry always struggled with being too warm; it felt heavenly.

“It’s fine. I’m not working with him now, though.” She mumbled into his side. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and he smelt so nice, so calming. She heard him yawn and proceeded to almost yawn herself. “You tired?”

“Yeah.” He mumbled, he leaned his head into neck. He could smell the faintest bit of floral perfume that was mixed with what smelt like vodka from the party, it was an odd combination but she somehow pulled it off, even if she didn’t mean to smell like the drink. “That bathtub is looking so comfy right now.”

She laughed and it was beautiful enough that Harry wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life. He soon joined in with her laughter as she looked behind her and in the little extension of the bathroom saw the bathtub empty.

“It really does.”

Maybe it was her tipsy brain that made her feel this giddy, or maybe it was Harry--she liked to think it was her last vodka shot but deep down knew it was the curly headed man she just met--but napping in a bathtub seemed really nice right now.

“Well then,” Harry reluctantly unwrapped his arms from her and gestured to the bathtub. “After you m’lady.”

She giggled and used his open hand to get in and was followed soon by Harry. “Are you cool with this?”

She softly hummed. “Yup.”

They got comfy surprisingly quickly for laying in the hard plastic bathtub. Giggles filling the room with soft sighs. Y/n was slightly leaning on her side while Harry was half laying on top of her–the tub was small so it was the only way for him to find comfort, but Y/n didn’t mind.

They talked and made incoherent sentences as they laid there, completely enamored with the other and finding the other irresistible. They hadn’t had a drink in what felt like hours–but couldn't have been more than maybe thirty minutes, the loud music and party going on outside wasn’t quieting down through the thin walls–but they were getting drunk on each other. Harry thought about her energy, her personality, just her. He swears he can see some sort of aura around her, a champagne color with a hint of light pink mixed in; it seemed so relaxing for him, just to be soothed by the women beside him.

“Could you do me one last favor?” He mumbled into her neck. His left hand was politely caressing her waist, no intention of anything sexual, just trying to ease her to sleep.

“Mhm.”

“Could you scratch my head?” He sheepishly asked. Tipsy Harry was a clingy Harry, but Y/n found it cute. “Like when you were doing my hair?”

“Napping and head scratches?” She placed her free hand that wasn’t stuck under him to his head. “Might as well be fucking.”

“Bit to tired for that, love.” He smiled and leaned more into her as he started running her fingers through his hair, getting a bit too accustomed to this. But he was making it up to her–at least, making it up to her as much as he could without moving too much. “Do you like when my hand is on your waist?”

“It’s really relaxing.” She confessed, yawning first now that was then reciprocated by Harry. “Might just fall asleep.”

“Me too.”

And fall asleep they did.

Harry found Y/n’s heartbeat to be his lullaby. It was comforting just knowing that he had someone there, someone who at least kind of cares for him. He found that even in his dreams that the one coherent thing was her; whether it was her face, her personality, or that laugh.

In the other world, the party was still raging but definitely with less people. Harry’s bandmates were happily partying except Zayn, who switched to water about an hour ago when a headache was creeping up on him. He didn’t want to deal with drunk Liam, Niall, and Louis, but he knew as the one with the most common sense—at this moment—he had to find his most likely drunk friend who seemed to have wandered off and was nowhere to be found.

“Hey dude have you seen a girl named Y/n?” A tall man asked Zayn. “I’ve been looking for h—“

“I’m sorry dude but I’m looking for my own drunk friend and I really can’t help you right now.” Zayn sighed, and pushed off the stranger. “Maybe check with security on the bottom floor.”

The tall man scoffed and left Zayn alone. He felt bad, but was more concerned with kicking himself for letting Harry loose. If he ever finds this Y/n he would make sure to send her his way.

“Harry, where are you?” He said to himself in a very sing-songy voice. He checked the closet and all of the rooms and after being scarred enough, he finally thought to check the bathroom.

He opened the door, the lock had seemed a tad bit broken but pushed it open so he could get a good look.

“Look what we have here.” He smiles when he sees Harry hugging a girl while they're both asleep. He takes a photo—definitely using it to blackmail Harry in the future, no way he’d want a photo of him cuddling into a girl practically drooling out on the internet–then puts his phone back to deal with the task at hand.

“Hey, man.” Zayn shakes Harry and he shoots up, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “You used a condom, right?” Zayn jokes.

When Harry doesn’t change his face Zayn repeats himself. “You used a condom, right?”

“We didn’t have sex.” Harry says when he comes together and soon he tries to wake the girl softly, and when she still wouldn’t wake he used a bit more extreme method of shaking.

She groans and pushes Harry’s hands off of her, rolling over. “Let me sleep.”

Harry smiles and shakes her again, more gently this time. “You need to get home; which I actually don’t the where is—“

“I’m not on…set.” She opened her eyes and slowly took in her surroundings. She looked over to Harry and the memories start flooding back. “What time is it?”

Harry looked over to Zayn as Zayn pulled out his phone. “‘Bout five AM.”

“Fuck, I need to leave.” She pushed herself up with Harry following. He held her hand as she got out of the bathtub.

“Love, do you have a ride?” Harry asks sweetly. She pauses for a moment before getting her phone from her bag and sighing.

“No, my friend took me and she ditched me.” Harry’s heart broke, how could anyone want to leave her?

“I can get one of the personal drivers to take you to…”

“The set for Les Mis.” She finished for him. “It’s about a two hour's drive from here though, you guys need to get home.”

“No, I’ll go with you to make sure you get home okay. Zayn will go with the others to make sure they’re okay.” Harry looked back to Zayn and gave him a look that said don’t fuck me over which Zayn definitely got.

“Yeah, Manny won’t mind the drive out there and I need to make sure that the other boys won’t pass out or die.” Zayn follows and Harry smiles, then turns to her.

“I get if you’re uncomfortable, so the choice is yours. I don’t want to pressure you to do anything, Y/n.”

“You’re Y/n?” Zayn asks, voice raised. “Your friend was looking for you, tall, scary eyes.”

“Ugh, that would be my Liam.” She groaned. “I’ll take that ride Harry.”

“Great!” Harry cheers, a little too loudly but is too happy to spend another hour with her to care. “If you would follow me.”

Y/n follows Harry out while Harry calls who she presumes is Manny, and soon enough a large car enters. She takes a quick picture of the card license plate and gets in the car with Harry.

“What that’s for.” He asks.

“In case you kidnap me.” She responds, sending the picture to her more reliable friend then the one she went to the party with.

“Harry said you need to be dropped off a ways?” The driver, Manny, asked.

“Yeah in Northampshire.” She tells him. “Here.” She gets up and shows the address on her phone to him and he simply nods. She sighs as she sits down, looking at Harry who hasn’t taken his eyes off of her.

“Thanks for this.” She tells him, her hand touching his arm and squeezing softly.

He blushes. “It’s nothing really. It’s the least I could do for curling my hair.”

“Your already curly hair, you mean?” She giggles. “I might have fried it so use lots of conditioner.” She ruffles his hair and he embarrassingly laughs.

“If anyone could’ve curled my hair while drunk, I’m glad it was you.” He tells her, and she could easily feel the heat rise to her cheeks. As silly as it was, she felt flattered.

They got into a comfortable conversation, talking and venting about anything and everything. Y/n talked about promoting Hunger Games while filming Les Miserable, and her experiences. Harry talked about One Direction, touring and opening for Big Time Rush and recording their new album that’s in the works.

They started talking about things more personally soon too. Harry talked about his mum and sister, hyping them up greatly and saying how much Y/n would love them. Y/n didn’t mention family too much though , more so talking about her dog, Marmalade, and cat, Sugar, that were her little babies.

Before they knew it they arrived outside the gates for filming. Harry was sad that the hours went away so quickly, but was glad she wasn’t too late that she would get in trouble.

“Can I get your number?” Harry sheepishly asked. “I really want to keep talking to you—“

“Yeah, give me your phone.” She happily responded and Harry hastily handed the phone over to her. She put in her information and wrote her name.

“Thanks so much, Harry. Seriously.” She kissed his cheek and hopped out the door, leaving a dumbfounded Harry in his seat. “Text me.”

She slammed the door shut and Harry’s mouth was open, holding his phone like his life depended on it—and to be fair, it pretty much did, he wasn’t sure if he could go through life without her. But he didn’t notice that he was gripping the phone so tight, he accidentally clicked on instagram, and in some weird twist of fate, posted the photo of them together on his very public account.

The black car divider slowly went down and Harry’s eyes met with Manny’s. He had a smirk on his face that made Harry blush. “Does Harry Styles have a crush?”

Harry nervously laughed, watching her leave from his car window and sighed. “Yeah.”

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