The Struggle (Harry Styles FanFic)

One Hell of a Night

I slept through the night pretty easily, but the processing of what had happened seemed to stay in my head even in my deepest sleep. I had to admit i felt like the luckiest girl in the world, but I also remember my past and bad luck with guys. I didnt like hook ups or a smash and dash, I want a real relationship for once. I've had enough hook ups that have left me scarred for life in every way possible, mentally and physically.

I woke up with a migrane and the sun shining directly through the damn window and straight into my eyes, this was familiar. I couldn't seem to get my eyes to focus, so my way to the tiny refrigerator was a big blur. I opened the door and pulled out a tiny ass water bottle and chugged it down like I was just recovering from a drought.

Anna was still passed out on the bed we had shared last night, and will continue to share for the rest of the summer. I was wondering how the hell I was supposed to tell her Harry had asked me out tonight. Would he mind if I brought her? Bad enough I barely know the guy and already snapped on him, I didn't want to bring a guest of my own that wasn't exactly invited. He had also asked me to be his... Date... So I didn't think a date of my own was appropriate.

I threw the water bottle in the waste basket and got a running start towards the bed, leapt in the air, and pounced on the plush mattress. Anna's sleeping, unconcious, body flew into the air but landed softly back on the bed. Her eyes shot open and she look right at me, anger pouring out of her eyes, and a little bit of eye boogers along with it.

"What the hell is your problem child?" She said pulling on my arm to assist herself to sit up.

"Oh just really hyper. I mean we're not in Kansas anymore Dorothy!" I said jokingly pushing her back down.

"You seem a little too excited. You're never a morning person, from what I remember at least. I mean, what do I know? I'm only your besfriend" she said getting back up and eyeing me down, as if trying to get me to admit I commited a crime. She added, "What's your deal?"

"What are ya talking about?" I replied raising and eyebrow and turning around and walking over to the window.

"You're still thinking about Harry, aren't you?" She said, her glossy eyes looking me up and down and a smirk forming on one side of her face?

"Harry? Why only him? You know there's four more of them right?" I said followed by a giggle and looking out the window.

"Well, I did notice the way he stared at you in the studio yesterday. He looked at you like you were a tasty little treat he'd love to get his hands on." She said doing a little dance and jiggle, emphasizing her weirdness.

"Oh yeah, real tastey" i said drawing back the curtains and proceeding to walk to my suitcase.

"I also noticed how you took a little extra time to get out of his car when he dropped us off. Did you guys smooch?" She said followed by loud kissing noises that seemed almost childish.

"No Anna!" I said turning around with absolutely no expression on my face. I turned back around so she didn't have a chance to read what I was feeling the way she always does. Should I tell her now? No! What the hell am I thinking? I'm not going tonight! Well, I can't let Harry down, I mean I did say I would go. "He just asked me if I hated him or not. That's the only reason I got out a little later."

"Now why on Earth would he think that?" She said, sarcastically putting her finger up to her chin and making ridiculous "thinking" faces.

"Well I dont know. He just said it was the looks I was giving him. You know me and my facial expressions. Always confusing." I mumbled, refusing to meet eye contact with her.

"Ah, I see. Well anywhore, we need to find something to do tonight."

"Agreed. Well I'll ask my mom if she can give us some money and we'll be..." I trailed off as I noticed my mother was no where in sight.