The Author - H.S

Chapter Two

James slowly opened his eyes, only to close them a moment later as the harsh light shown in his blue orbs painfully.

Placing a hand up to his temple he breathed in harshly as pain spread through the back of his head, where was he? From what he could feel he was still in the same clothes from the previous night, he could feel his button up and sweater vest under his touch. Moving his hand lower he could feel his trousers, he was still dressed and in bed, but whose bed?

The sound of footsteps began ringing out from inside the room, they sounded soft and gentle as if whoever was producing the noise was attempting not to wake him. Opening his eyes once more he stared at his strange surroundings, from what he could notice it seemed to be a hotel, one he had stayed at before he moved into his little cottage outside of the city.

"Oh good you're awake" a voice sounded out, one that was somewhat familiar but was still strange.

"Where am I?" James questioned the mystery figure, while attempting to slowly sit up. "Careful there, you hit your head pretty heard last night" the man had a smile across his face, and as James' vision slowly became less blurry he recognized exactly who the man was.

"You're Harry Styles" James said in disbelief, staring in awe at the man who stood at the foot of the bed.

"And you're James Ellis, author of one of the best selling books ever" James was shocked that the Harry Styles knew who he was, much less a book he had written. "Why am I here?" James asked, still trying to get a grip on last night. "You got shoved at a bar last night, Frans I think, decided you shouldn't be left there lying on the bar ground" Harry explained tossing James a bottle of water.

"Thanks" James laughed sheepishly taking a sip of the water.

James gazed around the hotel room, noticing that it was fairly clean, he must have not been here long. "So you're Harry Styles" James laughed slightly, "that's my name" Harry responded with a similar laugh. "Are you a fan?" Harry continued, "somewhat" "am I a second choice" Harry chuckled, "perhaps" James shot back quickly.

The two laughed for a moment before silence fell over the room, James quickly got himself out of the bed, noticing his clothes were covered in spilt alcohol.

"Damn it" he muttered, Harry winced, "sorry for the mess" he then ran towards a couch on the other side of the room. "Here take this" he handed James a pair of sweats and what looked like a sweatshirt, the sweatpants were plain and grey but the sweatshirt seemed more detailed.

"Is this your merch?" James joked looking up at Harry, "sorry, it's all that I had, but it's yours for free" James chuckled at the pop stars response, "why thank you" he silently said making his way towards the bathroom to change. Carefully taking his alcohol soaked clothes off he noticed that his white button up had a pink stain, presumably from one of the drinks, shrugging it off he pulled the sweatshirt over his head. Moving to take off his own pants off, putting on Harry's sweatpants.

Once he had made his way out of the bathroom he found Harry waiting for him, "looking good" Harry said offering James a playful wink. Was Harry Styles flirting with him right now? "Thanks" he said once again going to exit the hotel room. "Wait let me take you home, I have a private driver" he offered opening the door, "okay" James said awkwardly not really knowing what to do.

They walked in silence to the elevator, proceeding to make their way to the lobby and out the doors of the hotel.

Once in the car Harry finally spoke, "what's you address?" "347 meadows drive, it's a little out of town" James began laughing sheepishly and silently once again, why couldn't he stop laughing? "Sorry it's a little far away" "no worries" Harry assured, was he usually this nice to complete strangers?

The drive took them through the busy streets of downtown, then through the suburbs, then past the tree line of the forest.

The silence was awkward and James did not know what to even begin to say, last night he had been at a bar with his sister now he sat beside the Harry Styles in a car after the pop star had insisted to accompany him back home.

"Just right here" James spoke as his house came into view, "nice place" Harry added, complementing the little cottage.

The car pulled to a stop in front of the house, James picked up the plastic bag that held his dirty clothes and went to open the car door, but before he could exit Harry stopped him. "Wait" he said handing James a book, not just any book his own book. "Could you please sign it? it's one of my favourite books" Harry smiled kindly, James returned the smile taking the book from him.

"Umm" James started, "may I borrow a pen?" he asked kindly.

"Sure" Harry pulled a pen out of a compartment of the car, "here you go" he handed the pen towards James "thanks."

Upon opening the book he found a note inside, written across the top of the paper was 'call me' followed by a phone number, and ending with
' - H.S'.  James felt a pink blush creep to his cheeks, glancing up at Harry who had a smirk across his face. Signing the book quietly, making sure to leave a special note at the bottom thanking him for being so kind, he handed the book back to Harry.

"Thanks" Harry said as James made his way out of the car closing the door, Harry rolled down the window.

"Make sure to call me sometime" Harry gave a small wink as the car drove away, James was left standing in front of his door in pure shock. He truly could not believe that the Harry Styles was both a fan of his book and had given him his number. A wide smile found its way across James face, with a giggle that sounded much like a teenage girl who had a crush he made his way into his small cottage making sure to place the paper with Harry's number somewhere he wouldn't forget where it was.