Golden|| Harry Styles fanfic

Chapter 5

Hailey POV

 We left the club at 4 am when it closed and both of us were very drunk. It's pouring with rain, I guess hir rain song finally worked. We hold each other's hand as we run down the pavement in the rain. I've already taken my heels off because my feet hurt.

Both of us were soaked by the time we got to Harry's, but I still had to go to mine.

"Come on please stay Goldilocks! You can borrow my hairdryer" he giggles trying to drag me into the flat.

"Harry, I can't, I have a ton of stuff to do tomorrow. I need to go to mine," I grumble but end up going in with him anyway, "fine just for the hairdryer..." I giggled flopping on his bed while he got the hairdryer out.

Some clothes get thrown at me, "get changed otherwise you'll get a cold" Harry says from the other side of the room.

I nodded and quickly changed while he wasn't looking, it's just a shirt and some joggers but it's cosy. I put my clothes on the radiator to dry.

He gets the hairdryer out and plugs it in, "sit on the floor and I'll do it for you" he smiled, gesturing to the spot in front of him.

"I can do it myself but fine," I grumbled before sitting on the floor at the side of the bed. He starts the hairdryer putting his hands through my hair, it feels so nice like at the hairdressers when they give you a massage. It makes me relax and I melt lean on the bendy head between his legs.

"You're less stubborn when you're drunk," he chuckles as he ruffles my hair, in an attempt to dry it.

I hit his leg, "shut up Harold!" I grumble and throw my hair up into a ponytail, it's not dry yet but it's dry enough.

"Hmm, maybe I spoke too soon" he chuckles and starts to dry his hair.

I roll my eyes and lay down on the bed, "you're not funny you know' i say glaring at him.

"Then why did you kiss me?" he smirks looking over at me.

"Can we just forget about that..." I mumble turning over so I'm facing the wall.

I can hear him chuckle, the bed dips behind me and he puts his arms around my waist, "oh, come on Honey" he whispers in my ear, his deep voice vibrating in my ear.

"Harry I swear, drop it or I will kick your ass," I said turning round to face him, his green eyes now staring back at me, "stop looking at me like that"

"Like what?"

"Like that...you know exactly what you're doing"

"I'm not doing anything goldie" he smirks looking between my lips and then back to my eyes, "I know you want to kiss me again," he smirks pulling me closer.

I shake my head, "no, I don't know why I did it in the first place" I manage to stutter out while looking into his eyes.

"Give me a good reason and I will forget about it," he says, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I was drunk and you were there, if you weren't I would have kissed someone else, like Niall or Louis" with that he lets go and I shuffle away

"You should stay away from Louis, he's a dick to most people but tends to hurt girls who get close to him," he says with anger in his voice.

"You just want me to yourself, plus I can deal with my own problems" I snap back, turning away from him.

"Course you can, I'm just saying, stay away..." he mumbles, turning his back to me.

"You're a dick you know that... just shut up so I can sleep..." I say as I get comfy.

"Night goldilocks"

"Night dickhead"

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The next day yet again I wake up to see the tattoos on Harry's chest but this time I have a huge hangover and can hardly remember the night before. I pull away slowly knowing that fast movements will make my head feel worse. I hit him in an attempt to wake him up, I hit him harder. "Morning goldie," he mumbles his voice deeper than usual.

"What the fuck!" I grumble laying on my back with my eyes shut, "the room is spinning and I don't remember coming here."

"Nothing happened if that's what you're thinking, you were drunk and I knew you weren't thinking straight" he chuckles slightly as he sits up.

"Good," I mumble, "I'm going to go home," I say, pulling myself up and grabbing my stuff.

"See I'm a good guy really" he chuckles putting a hand through his hair.

I roll my eyes, "shut up Styles, your voice is annoying me today."

"Does that mean I don't usually annoy you?" he smirks at me, still not moving from his bed.

I decide to ignore his comment and grab my jeans that are still damp, "Also my jeans are soaked, can I borrow these joggers?" I say looking up at him.

"Sure, they look good on you," he smirks back at me.

I threw the nearest shoe at him, "shut up will you!"

"Ohh babe, I love it when you get feisty," he says catching the shoe and throwing it on the ground.

I roll my eyes, "shut it," I grumble putting my hand through my hair.

"I'm sorry you will have to make me" he smirks back.

"Whatever, I'm leaving" I grumble and head to the door once I have everything.

"See ya, Goldie" he smirks as I leave.

Why is he such a dickhead! I guess I'm glad he looked after me last night but still, dickhead.

I decided to walk back to my apartment in the rain to clear my head. I get soaked but I don't really care. I love everything about rain, the smell of it the feeling on my skin the way it reflects onto everything.

I can't stop thinking about what happened last night. I kissed Harry? Why did I kiss harry? Why did he kiss me back? Why would I even do something like that...? We were drunk, it doesn't mean anything, we will just go back to how we were... right? Why was my head feeling like scrambled eggs?

Ohh, food I feel starving, I usually grab something to eat after a night out but I must have been too drunk last night to care.

By the time I get home, my hair is dripping and I am shivering as for some reason, I didn't pick up my jacket before I left Harry's. I got changed into something warmer and I had grabbed something from Greggs on the way home and curled up on my sofa with it and watched some of Rupaul's Drag Race.