I woke up the next morning to my alarm blaring into my ears and a pounding headache to top it all off. I don't know what time I came home at last night, but Bella and Kendall were already fast asleep. I passed out on my bed minutes after stripping from my costume.
"Fuck." I groan, searching around for my phone to turn off the alarm. While getting absolutely shitfaced seemed good at the time last night, being hungover for a day of double classes isn't exactly ideal. I finally find my phone and find that i have an hour before my class starts. I pull myself out of bed, wincing at the aching sensation through my limbs and slowly make my way out of my room towards the kitchen to grab some advil and a glass of water.
"Good morning miss 'I'm just going to disappear from the club and not come home until 4am without telling your dearest friends where the fuck you went', you look like shit." I lift my head to see Kendall with a very amused expression on her face.
Fuck, I totally forgot that I left them without an explanation of my whereabouts.
"Good morning to you too," I pass her, reaching for a glass of water and grab some advil from the drawer "How was your night?"
"I could ask you the same thing," she grins at me "At first I was worried that you were kidnapped or something, but then lovely Niall said he saw you and Mr Styles leaving through the back exit together."
I put the two pills in my mouth and gulp down the water, glaring at her over the rim of the cup.
"You two totally fucked!" She throws her head back in laughter, I throw my head into my hands shaking my head at her overly excited mood for 8 in the morning.
"We didn't fuck." I reply simply, deciding not to go into full details about my night with Harry, not that I regret it just that I know it was only something in the spur of the moment and he's probably done it with thousands of other girls. I'm not special.
"Care to explain why you just disappeared off the face of the earth with Harry fucking Styles?" She pushes causing me to snicker playfully at her nagging.
"We stole a bottle of vodka, stole two bikes and rode through the city before settling at the bay and got drunk again. Happy?" I deadpan, not in the mood at 8am to talk about my mysterious rendezvous with Harry Styles.
"Has he texted you or anything? I don't think someone would just randomly take any girl for adventures through the city instead of staying at his own party. Niall said that he's never been the one to leave the party first so that's why he was surprised seeing you two leave so soon, and together." Kendall questions, sitting down at the stools on bench connected to the kitchen, separating the kitchen between the living room. She passes me a juice and 2 pieces of toast where I mutter a thank you, thinking about the statement she just made. I wasn't anything special to Harry and I knew that. Sure there was a connection between us, but it was purley lust and adventure, we were both just drunk and needed another boost of adrenaline to make us feel more alive than we do when we are sober. At least for me that is.
"I didn't give him my number," i start, looking at Kendalls mouth drop open in shock "I didn't even tell him my name."
"What the fuck Jess, are you fucking out of your mind. Your telling me you had an opportunity of a lifetime with the Harry Styles and you didn't even tell him your name? You glad I fucking love you cause your bat shit crazy and delusional." She mutters the last line, shaking her head making me laugh at her reaction.
"What's all this talk about Niall? Huh." I ask her amusingly, deflecting the conversation off of myself once again.
"He's a nice guy, they all are. When you left we all sat in their lounge with them and had a conversation. You'd get along well with all of them especially Niall, he's from Ireland just like you!!!" Her face lights up at the thought and she starts cackling at my reaction. I was born in Ireland, my mum being Irish and my dad Italian. We moved to australia when I was very young but Kendall likes to bring it up whenever she can. The Irish thing is basically a running joke at this point because no one would ever guess I have Irish blood, growing up in Australia I was never exposed to anything except from Australian culture.
"Where's Bella?" I ask out of curiosity. Kendalls eyebrows lift up in through before she answers me. "I have no idea, I saw her leave the club with Rory but she texted me saying she would just meet us at class."
"Oh okay, well i'll get ready so we can leave soon." I put my dishes away and I head back into my room to get ready.
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We walk through the doors of the school to see a frantic state of people running around, all looking extremely nervous. I turn to Kendall to see her face mirroring my expression of confusion.
"What the fuck is going on?" I mutter turning my head to the stairs which leads to our first class. Today our first class is a revision on pattern making for clothing alike the ones in major fashion companies such as Louis Vuitton and Alexander Wang.
"I have no fucking clue, come one" Kendall grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs towards our class. We walk in to see only a few in the room, one being the professor.
"Ah Jess, Kendall. Hello I have exciting news for you guys." Our professor Mr Jackson states. He is in his mid 30s and i have never seen him in a bad outfit, ever. He is a pretty cool guy, he's always helped with our assignments if we need help and has even set us up with internships for companies at fashion week or other runway shows.
Me and Kendall nod him on to continue in which he does once Bella walks into the room behind us. "Ah okay good all three of you are her. So as you guys know, the victoria secret show is being held in new york and there has been some openings for assistance behind the scenes of the show. They have asked me for the 3 students who i feel would be best fit for the job and truly know what they are doing." Mr Jackson admits, looking very content with out stunned faces. He continues "As they are having your sister in the show this year Bella, they thought it would be amazing for you three to do the job as you are my top students and will get along with the models and know their needs. This job would look great on your resume and you will be invited to the after party. I need an answer by-"
"Yes." We all say in union. No way in hell would we ever turn down this opportunity to get more insight into the world off fashion. "We would love too, thank you so much for the offer Mr Jackson." Bella starts off, all of us nodding our heads with. massive grins on our faces.
"Great! Now that that's settled you guys may take a seat and wait for class to begin. I will email you the information about the day and the schedule!" He states excitinding.
We mutter our thanks as we sit in the lecture halls. People slowly start filling up the seats as the class starts to beggin.
"What was all the fuss in the entrance?" I ask Bella.
"I think the results of the first years projects came out." She nods.
"Oh, makes sense." I gaze my attention back into the lecture but I can't stop thinking about last night, the way we rode through the city, the way we grinded on eachother and the way his breath felt against my neck. The peacefulness under the stars but most importantly the fact that it meant absolutely nothing to him, and to me for that matter. I'm not looking for a boyfriend and I don't need a boy to rely my happiness on. I'm glad with my decision of keeping myself a mystery to him, so therefore he doesn't worm his way into my life just to leave me all alone.
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Fiksi Penggemar"Hey wait," Harry calls out for me while i'm reaching for the door to my apartment. I turn around a smug smirk on my face and raise an eyebrow for him to continue. "I never got your name." He reveals. "Well that's because I didn't give it to you."...
