Grace Notes

Chapter 39

Harry's POV-

The next morning, I sat up. Someone was banging so hard on my door that it sounded like at any given moment it would burst open.

"Harry Styles, we are so late!" came Valentino's voice. "I don't care what you're wearing, we have to go!"

I flipped over the covers and jumped back. I definitely wasn't expecting someone else to be under the covers. And she was butt naked, which was even more unexpected.

"Hey" I shook her.

"HARRY!" Came my manager's voice.

"I'M COMING, DAMMIT!" I yelled back.

That seemed to wake up the girl. Her eyes fluttered open and a tired smile spread across her face when she saw me. "Good morning sleepy head"

"I don't know who the fuck you are, but you need to get out of my room!" angrily, I tried to push her away, and that's when it became obvious that I, too, wasn't wearing anything.

Oh, gawd.

"Calm down" she rolled her eyes, scrambling off the bed.

"What happened?" I demanded, also climbing off and throwing open my suitcase to find a clean pair of boxers, some black jeans, and a sweater.

"You got drunk, we had fun."

"We didn't do anything" I denied. "There's no way."

"You regret it?" she tilted her head.

"Get dressed" I waved my hand at her. "And get out!"

"Fine" sticking up her nose, she went to find her clothes.

Hurriedly, still listening to my manager beating the door, I rushing into my clothes and ran for the door.

"What happened exactly?" I turned back to the stranger.

"What do you think happened?"

"Did we use protection?"

She nodded her head to the night stand where an opened condom wrapper was sitting.

I let out a sigh of a relief, but knew that I had to figure out how to tell Lola. Maybe I could call her on the way? Although she wouldn't be awake yet...

Maybe I could text her at the least and give her a heads up.

Before the woman was even dressed, I slipped out of the room, still struggling to pull on my shoes.

"I said whatever you're wearing is fine" Valentino snapped.

"Well, I'm not going to a filming location with my dick swinging" I answered.

"I guess I should appreciate that, but we have to roll"

Before we took two steps, the brunette came stumbling out of my room. She gave us both a flustered look before heading down the hallway with her shoes in her hands.

My manager watched her until she disappeared through the door that lead to the stairs, then turned to me.

"Fun night?"

"I...don't remember" I shrugged honestly.

"Don't do that on a work night again" he mumbled.

"I don't know how I'm going to tell my girlfriend" I admitted as we started fast walking toward the elevator.

"Don't tell her. It's only going to make it worse. Or if you do and she breaks up with you, it'll make it easier on your career."

"I can't not tell her"