UnPretty - A Harry Styles Romance

3

I quickly released Marcie's arms and slid off her onto the carpet, standing up (I also had to tug the hem of my dress down), and stomping into Marcie's bathroom, because a) Marcie hates when I use your bathroom b) I feel really gross and c) to avoid confrontation.

I slammed the door behind me and stripped down, leaving everything on the tile floor.

My eyes landed on the frames certificate on the wall, signed by Obama. "Thanks, Obama," I though wittily as I removed the frame from the wall and stashed it behind the toilet. I'm not sure why I did this, but it was Marcie's pride and joy and it felt right to hide it.

Finally stepping into the warm spray, I scrubbed my makeup off and washed and conditioned my hair. I also shaved my legs and underarms for no apparent reason other than that my razor must be feeling under appreciated for lack of use.

While I was in the shower, I replayed all that had just happened in my head.

I broke it down into a few main points:

1) A hot, not to mention world famous, guy carried me home while I was passed out.

2) Marcie lied to me about this, saying she didn't know who took me home.

3) Marcie invited hot guy over here.

4) Apparently, hot guy wanted to 'check on me'.

5) Hot guy saw me sit on my best friend.

6) Hot guy is still most likely in my house.

I felt the water run cold and I realized I had been in the shower for like half an hour, so I turned the faucet and wrung out my hair before wrapping a towel tightly around my naked body.

Then I noticed I didn't have any clothes in there. I was going to just put the dress back on just to be safe, but I padded out of the bathroom and cracked Marcie's bedroom door open to peer outside.

My door was right across the hall, and there was no sign of Harry anywhere, so I thanked my lucky stars and shot across the tile and slipped into my room.

I was going to congratulate myself on the superb stealth, but Harry was kinda in my room.

I shrieked loudly and almost dropped my towel.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I demanded while tightening my towel.

He looked nervous. "I, uh-" he stammered, looking at his feet.

"Get out!" I yelled and pointed at the door.

He obeyed without a word and I slumped onto my unruly bed, rubbing my forehead.

What the hell is wrong with him?! You don't just go looking through a strangers things! I barely know him!

My face went hot when I saw I had an unnecessary amount of lingerie lying around. Panties on the floor, bras on the doorknobs, not to mention the huge box of tampons on the dresser.

I sat there for a good five minutes more, repeating in my head how mortified and angry I was, and how much this day has gone to the dogs.

It took a good bit of effort to get up and get changed, even if it was only black leggings and a t shirt.

I was just shoving my left foot in one of my black UGGs when Marcie barged in.

"Bennie, we're going out," she announced.

"No," I said simply. "Is the creep gone yet?"

"Yeah, he just left," she answered. "And shut up, of course you're coming."