Deeply, Passionately, Affectionately

Niall’s party venue was absolutely jaw dropping. It was a huge villa he rented, everything practically made out of glass with a huge garden where a medium-sized stage was built for the boys to play on. It was only 6 o’clock so only you, Harry, Liam, Niall, Zayn, Louis, Eleanor and Sophia were there, all helping to decorate the place. Niall had hired a famous DJ you had never heard of to take care of the music tonight. Harry had made you aware of some of the people that were attending tonight, you didn’t pay much attention to it as they were mostly famous and didn’t know that many of them. You remembered that your life before meeting Harry was a simple one, and this whole celebrity business never made you feel very comfortable. Before One Direction, Harry’s life was also simple, so he understood how you felt overwhelmed sometimes by the media attention your lives got sometimes. Harry saw that you were in awe by the grand venue, “Nice isn’t it, Y/N?” he asked grinning. “Yeah it’s fucking huge, jeez!” you replied astonished. “Don’t worry though,” Harry comfortably assured, “There’s only around a hundred people coming tonight, most of them you know,” he smiled. You rolled your eyes, only around a hundred? You remembered that your birthday parties often had no more than twenty people. But it was Niall’s birthday tonight, and you wanted to make sure that he had the best night of his life as he was like a brother to you. Harry saw your worried expression, “Hey babe, you know we can just leave the place any time if you want to… you know… if it makes you uncomfortable?” he smiled that god damn smile that he always wore so beautifully. “It’s fine baby,” you grinned, feeling much better at his concern, “I’m sure it’ll be a great night!” You knew that Harry was the charming extravert of the group, wherever he was, there were people laughing and smiling with him. You tiptoed so that you could reach his lips and pressed an affectionate kiss on him. “Hmm… or should we just head home fast tonight, beautiful?” he suggested dangerously, “Oh, so now you wanna leave?” you gently pushed him away and smirked at Harry.

You entered the living and saw that the whole place had already become the victim of a colorful confetti bomb. Liam, Louis and Zayn were climbing on ladders to hang an enormous banner that read “Happy Birthday Niall Horan!” above the entrance of the villa. You smiled instantly as the boys were arguing over whether the banner was hanging straight or not. “Move it to your left you idiot!” yelled Zayn, “You’re blind as fuck, this is obviously straight!” Liam exclaimed. Eleanor stood in front of the banner, holding Louis’ ladder steady because she knew he had a fear of heights. She too, was bent over laughing at the sound of their banter. “It’s not mate! Shit, this ladder is so unstable!” Louis shrieked. Sophia was putting all the food on a long table, your eyes widened as there was enough food to feed at least half the population of England. “Who the fuck is gonna eat this?” you asked in disbelief. “I literally have no idea… I think Niall ordered the wrong portions,” she laughed heartily. You noticed Niall wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Where on earth is he though?” you asked, clearly confused. “Oh, Liam locked him in the bedroom room upstairs because we want everything to be a surprise,” Sophia said matter-of-factly. “Huh?” you frowned feeling bad for Niall and laughing at how mischievous Liam was. “Don’t worry, we threw a play station in there, so he’s basically set for a few hours,” Sophia smiled. “Set for life you mean” Harry said as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. He quickly became distracted and walked over towards a bowl of Doritos chips, stuffing a good handful of the stuff into his mouth. “Vould yew still luv me if aye tolked laik this?” he asked innocently with his mouth stuffed as half of it fell out of his mouth on his white t-shirt. You convulsed with laughter at the sight of this beautiful human being and kissed his lips, which were covered with Doritos crumbles. “Of course baby” you whispered, “Now help me get the stage set up, love” you smiled. He groaned loudly in protest and you shrieked with laughter as he scooped you up and carried you in his strong arms, running towards the stage in the garden.

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“Surprise!” Everyone said in union as Harry took of Niall’s blindfold. Niall’s jaw dropped to the floor as he saw how beautifully decorated the venue was. Confetti and balloons were everywhere and he smiled at the banner that everyone helped to make. “You guys are the fucking best!” he cried, “You’re all idiots, but I seriously love each and single one of you right now!” he shrieked with excitement. “We hope you’re happy mate!” said Zayn. Niall nodded fervently in approval.

Three hours into the party, the whole venue was filled with people, you enthusiastically hugged everyone you knew but there were some guests that you’ve never seen in your life. Some even gave some weird glances at you. Eleanor noticed it, “Ignore them, Y/N, they’re just jealous because… you’re basically dating Harry Styles.” The thought didn’t comfort you very much though. “Aren’t they great?” Sophia screamed through the music as she approached you and Eleanor as she pointed at the stage. You looked at the boys who were on stage, singing their hearts out to Happily. You smiled proudly at Harry as you sipped your cocktail, he truly seemed so comfortable on that stage. He was the ideal example of a classic rock star, head banging to the beat of the music, his body a slave to the waves of the song. You loved how passionate he was about his music. Your mouth dropped open and you blushed as soon as you saw Harry singing the chorus as he held up a sign saying “I love you, Y/N!” and burst out laughing at the sight of you becoming so embarrassed because everyone turned to look at you. The audience clearly expected a reaction from you, and to divert the attention away from you blew him a quick kiss as Harry winked at you in reply. When the song ended, a lady with a camera crew and a microphone in her hand spotted you in the crowd and ran towards you as if her life depended on it. “Hey guys! So you are the three lucky gals that have won the hearts of Harry, Liam and Louis! Tell us! What’s the secret? How do we earn ourselves some 1D boys?” she asked, her eyes were hopeful for a new gossip article. Eleanor rolled her eyes and didn’t even bother to answer the stupid question. You decided to answer before Sophia went full ape shit on the woman. “Uh… I don’t know, I guess we just fell in love with them like any couple falls in love?” you frowned. The woman kept holding the microphone near your face, clearly expecting a more detailed answer. “Sorry, but you’re going to have to end this interview, Miss” you heard Harry say politely from behind you, but he was clearly irritated at the woman. You didn’t even realize their mini-concert had already ended and sighed in relief, as you now felt much safer in his presence. The woman instantly blushed, fixed her hair and tried to subtly pull her shirt down. You rolled your eyes at this and looked at Harry, whose eyes were solely fixed on yours. “Harry! How’s the new album going? Also, what is the number one trait you look for in a woman? Maybe after you’ve broken up you can give us some advice!” She shrieked over the music. “What the fuck kinda question is that?” Louis asked, who apparently came to stand with you as well. “Y/N’s literally right there? Obviously Harry isn’t looking for any traits in any women, he’s got her already!” You blushed because of the sudden turn in events and the woman clearly became disoriented by Louis trying to defend his best friend. However, she still persisted to hold the microphone in front of Harry’s face. Harry raised one eyebrow in exasperation, “I agree with Louis, that’s probably the dumbest question I’ve ever heard… but fine, if you want me to answer,” he replied, clearly annoyed, “The only trait I look for in the woman I date is that she must be Y/N, does that answer the core of your question? Now if you would be so civil to kindly fuck off and leave the premises, the convenience of an exit is located right there.” He said with absolute seriousness as he pointed towards the exit. Your mouth was literally wide open on national television right now but you couldn’t believe Harry just said that. Louis, Eleanor and Sophia cracked up laughing and he patted Harry on the back, whose face was now filled with a grin. “Good burn, mate!” Louis shook his head with laughter. The woman, clearly confused, obeyed Harry and headed (as quick as she could) towards the exit. “God damn! We got a sassy one here tonight!” Louis exclaimed and quickly kissed Harry’s forehead and left to grab some punch holding Eleanor around her waist before Harry could pull away. You laughed at what just happened, “You okay baby?” he asked concerned. “What did she ask you? What did she want?” you planted a quick kiss on his lips, “Nothing, love” you smiled, “Come on, let’s get you drunk!” You laughed while pulling his arm towards the bar.

“Why am I fucking blind folded again?” Niall asked while laughing loudly, clearly drunk, trying to impatiently remove the blindfold from his red face. “Wait! Not yet, we have a surprise for you, buddy!” Zayn answered, who was just as drunk as he was. “Just a second now…” He squinted on the knot on Niall’s blindfold, “How the fuck do you untie this thing?” he laughed, clearly unable to concentrate. “Here, let me help you mate!” Liam exclaimed, whose face was bright red, with a very smashed Sophia resting on his shoulder. Harry who was less drunk than them (but still, very drunk for his being), attempted to rescue the situation. “Oh my god, you fucking idiots” he laughed, and smoothly untied Niall’s blindfold. He looked at the stage and before him stood the members of his favorite band: The Eagles. Niall’s facial expression was absolutely priceless, and the remaining seven of you started laughing uncontrollably (Louis literally rolling on the floor laughing) at his reaction. “Surprise!” You exclaimed, “Do you like it?” Harry asked. “Are you serious? It’s the motherfucking Eagles! That’s like… holy fuck… my favorite band! Today I get The Eagles and next week I get Amsterdam! I’m the luckiest lad alive!” he screamed. As the first few notes of Hotel California started playing, he kissed every single one of his seven best friends including you and ran up on the stage to sing along with his favorite band and pretended to play an imaginary guitar. “He’s gonna be so fucking embarrassed tomorrow,” Harry whispered in your ear as he shook his head, you turned around to see his eyes, which were a bit hazy due to the alcohol and you laughed at how adorable he looked. You yourself wasn’t feeling so stable either and had been holding Harry’s hand for the past hour in order to avoid an article about you tripping and ripping your dress. You tried to walk closer towards the stage but it was difficult to take a step without falling down, Harry noticed and chuckled, “All right, beautiful, I think you’ve had enough partying for the night, it’s 4 am anyways.” He smiled as he scooped you up again and held you in his arms. “Harry oh my god, no, this is so embarrassing! I can perfectly walk myself, put me down!” you protested as you threw your head back in laughter. “Okay lads, Y/N and I are heading homewards! We’ll see you guys soon.” He told the others. He quickly kissed everyone goodbye as you still tried to squiggle out of his grip, overwhelmed by the embarrassment you felt at that moment. “Take good care of her, Harry!” Sophia yelled over the music, laughing at your struggle “Will do!” He replied happily. Harry attempted to yell goodbyes at Niall, but he was still busy (embarrassingly) jamming it out with The Eagles on stage and was lost in his own little world. Walking towards the parking lot, he finally placed you back down on your feet as you blushed at how embarrassed you were. “Harry, Jesus! What must everyone have thought of us? That was so humiliating!” you cried, he clearly found it so amusing and smiled as he leaned in to kiss your red-stained lips. “Sorry, love” he laughed, clearly still amused, “But would you rather have tripped over your own feet or be carried by the strongest man in the party?” he winked. Classic Harry, you thought as you shook your head laughing to yourself. “You wish you were!” you answered, trying to look angry but the dimples of his mischievous smile simply made that impossible as you cracked up laughing as well. “Now let’s get you home, Y/N.” He said as he opened the car door for you, you noticed how Harry’s personal driver was sitting in the Range Rover, reminding you that Harry was probably as drunk as you were and clearly unable to drive. “Smart thinking, Styles” you said nodding towards his driver. “Anything for your safety, baby” he smiled.

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