Hiraeth

Chapter One

I woke up to the sun shining through my window, telling me to get out of bed. My head was pounding, the perfect result of a hangover. I must have gotten wasted last night, it felt like bullets were shooting into my skull. I looked down under the covers to see I was only in my bra, no clothes. 

My legs hurt like a bitch, things must have gotten a little out of hand, they have never hurt like this before. My throat was hoarse and I could feel the marks on my wrists.  

 I groaned and started to climb out of bed, but something stopped me. I turned away from the window and faced the person in my bed. Shit, oh shit. There is a man in my bed. Shit! What the fuck am I supposed to do now. I don't remember much from last night.

"I don't think your supposed to be here," I whispered. 

All I remember was going down to pub and having a few more drinks than intended. There was a man, this must be the man from last night sleeping in my bed right now. If I was drunk, then this must be a one night stand. If it's a one night stand, why the fuck is he still here? I'm pretty sure the rules are the person leaves once you're both finished, right? 

"I don't know if you can hear me, but I think you should go," I tried to wake him up again.

I turned over to face the clock on my nightstand and checked the time. It's 11 a.m. Shit! I shot up and apparently woke up sleeping beauty in the process. 

"Morning," He mumbled. Fuck, he has such a deep British morning voice. One of the hottest things is a deep morning voice on a guy. No, don't think about that. You need to get him out of your apartment now. 

"You need to leave," I told him, "like now."

He sat up also and rubbed his eyes, looking over at me now. He ran a hand through his curly brown locks and locked eyes with me. His eyes were beautiful, a bright green. His whole face was beautiful. 

"Calm it love, what's the rush?" He responded.

 I flipped over the covers and hopped out of bed. I slid on my slippers and walked over to tie on my robe. 

"Look," It just hit me I don't remember this mans name, "I sort of have a big audition today and I need you gone, like right now."

He got out of bed and stood up. My eyes roamed down his body. Oh my god he has no clothes on.

"Put on some clothes and get out my apartment please, I don't need you lingering around."

"You didn't seem to want any clothes on last night," 

How embarrassing, just the cherry on top to my morning. 

I palmed myself in the face and pointed to the door. 

"That's where you need to be going, today is an important day for me and I am sure you have better things to do then be here," I explained, "Now for one final time, please leave!"

He rolled his eyes at me, and put his hands on his hips. "You do not seem very appreciative of my services," He said.

"Maybe I would be if I didn't have somewhere to be in a few hours. I am going to go take a shower, and please be gone by the time I get out."

He smirked at me, and my stomach fluttered a little bit. Shut up stomach, you know nothing about the situation.

"How about I join you in the shower? I could go for round two," He said smugly.

I stomped on the ground and went over to him, poking him in the chest sharply. He looked down at my finger and gave me a confused look. 

"When I say get out of my apartment, it means get out of my apartment!" I was loosing it, and I was running out of time. I should have been up hours ago, and I should have set my alarm. 

"Fine, I don't want to be stuck fucking you, dirty whore," He glared at me. 

What the fuck is this guys deal? He has two minutes to get out of here before I start throwing hands. 

"What did you just call me?" 

"You know what I called you, you have ears don't you? You dirty whore, begging for it last night then pushing me out today? I'll leave your fucking apartment, and you can go do whatever business you have to attend to," He left it at that and grabbed his jeans, throwing them on violently. 

Okay, I'm officially pissed. "You better get out now."

"Or what? Your just a girl who can barely contain herself the moment a guy shows interest in her," He shot back. 

Who the hell is this guy? He has no right to act this way towards me, all I asked him to do was get out of my apartment because I have this life changing audition coming up. 

"Fine, if I'm a whore, then you're the fuck up who must be so screwed over that you had to go for the desperate one. Is your life so bad that you went for the whore? I don't even know your fucking name."

His face tensed at my words. In one quick moment I was up against the wall with his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing slightly. 

"My life is none of your fucking business, and don't ever call me a fuck up. You have no idea who I am, do you?" He asked.

I raised one brow, and looked up at him. "No fucking clue."

He chuckled, looking down at the ground then back up to me. "I'm Harry fucking Styles love."

With that, he walked through my bedroom door and downstairs. The front door softly clicked open, and slammed shut. With that, he was gone. 

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I realize this chapter is not the best and you probably don't like Olivia right now, but some things have to happen in order for the story to play out thank you for coming to my ted talk.