I open my eyes and see a huge rack full of CDs and music. I look around and find myself lying on a big bouncy bed. Suddenly I realise that I was in somebody else's bedroom. I try to get up quickly and in the process my head hurts badly.
"Ugh!" I groan out loud.
Then I hear a voice,"Oh your awake. Finally!"
I try turning around quickly feel a loud banging in my head. I close my eyes praying for my ears to stop ringing and for my head to stop paining. After about 30 seconds I open my them and find myself staring into a pair of very familiar green eyes. I see his face and remember last night's incidents. I felt like I had been sucker punched in the stomach.
He smiles and says,"Hi, I'm Harry Styles."
"I know who you are." I say tiredly. I was feeling more and more nauseous by the second.
"Well, I know you too. Its good to finally meet you Miss Kate. So how are you feeling now?"
"Ugh! Could you shut up?" I scream at him. My body was exhausted and I was really not in the mood for small talk especially with a guy I've always disliked.
"I'm guessing you're having a bad hangover."
I groan, lie back on the bed and put a pillow over my head.
He chuckles."Looks like I'll have to get rough with you."
I wasn't even listening to him anymore. I just close my eyes and wait for my head to stop spinning.Then suddenly I feel the pillow being ripped from my hands. Before I could utter a word the curtains open and in a flash bright sunlight enters the room.
"Nooooo!" I screech. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Get up." He says smoothly."I let you use my bed for the night. But now your awake so I suggest you carry your small stubborn arse out of my bed."
I stare at him shocked.
"Now!" He says his voice commanding.
I get up very slowly because of the constant hammering of my head. Man, I was pissed.
I look around to hit him with something but instead give up and go straight to the bath room. Inside I look at myself in the mirror. I looked like I had come straight from hell. I swore I am never going to drink ever again. Then I look around for some aspirin in the cupboards, take two and wash my face. I try fixing my crumpled white top miserably and straighten my shimmering golden shorts which I have been wearing since last night. Slowly, I sit on the edge of the tub and try to think what to do next. Then I remember Emma and search my pockets for my cell. My hands come out empty. The devil must have taken it and put it somewhere else. I try not to freak out about my things yet. I mean I'm in the bathroom of "the love of Emma's (and a million other girls) life". I have got to act cool, calm and focused. Then I remember some of the things I had said about him without even realising that he had been sitting there and watching me the whole time.
Okay Kate relax! He probably doesn't even remember half of things I spoke because I remember even he had been drinking. Phew! That's good. I'll just go out, fetch my things and walk away as fast as I can. That would be the best solution. Yes! I smile at my plan and open the door slowly. My head was paining marginally less than before and I was able to look around better.
I see some of his clothes lying on the floor, a beautiful mahogany desk with a laptop on it and the door to a huge walk in closet. At least it looked like a walk in closet to me. Then I see a very modern looking stereo system and some CDs lying around. A small couch where he must have been sitting when he was talking to me. And then I see the rack filled with the CDs. But I couldn't care less about any of these things. I find my bag lying on the table and quickly take it and turn towards the door. Slowly I creep out trying to make as less noise as possible. I move down the stairs and see a large door about 10 feet ahead of me which must be the main door. I quickly walk towards it and as soon as my hand reaches the handle I hear a sound right behind me.
"Where are you running off to?"
I jump and turn around with one hand on my heart."Jeez don't do that. You scared me to death."I said.
His eyes roam over my body then he looks at me smirking and says,"Look pretty alive to me."
I roll my eyes and say,"I'm leaving."
He stops smirking and says,"But I made breakfast."
"Well then more for you." I try to speak cheerfully and reach across for the handle.
"I never cook for anyone."
"Then save it for your girlfriend."
"But I--"
I cut him short,"Look, for a million girls you making them breakfast might be a dream come true but I'm here to tell you that I'm not one of them. You can have your breakfast alone for all I care but I'm leaving. Thank you for letting me sleep here for the night." I try to open the giant sophisticated lock but it doesn't budge.
"I remember everything you said about me."
His sentence stops me dead. I stop moving my hands and turn around. He looks angry. Shit! I clear my throat and say trying to look confused,"You see I was pretty drunk and I don't remember about half the things I said."
"I remember everything. Would you like me to give you a recap?" I notice his eyes are twinkling in a mischievous sort of way.
"That's alright. You should probably just ignore whatever I said. I didn't mean most of the things." I speak while trying to open the damn lock.
"Oh no no no. It would be a pleasure to remind you." Now my hands work faster, trying to open the lock.
He continues,"I remember you told me that I need to learn how to speak first before I try singing."
"Oh really? Well what do I say I was pretty hammered." I speak trying to look innocent.
"And yes that you want to hammer me with nails which does sound scary."
Leave me to say hammered. I mentally slap my big fat mouth.
"I don't really remember saying that."
Open you stupid lock! I wanted to scream.
"Let me assure you, you did."
"If I were you I would just choose to forget the whole thing."
"But its so damn fascinating. In one night I had a sum of all the views about me from all my hate fans." I laugh nervously.
Then click! There finally it opens.
I push open the door quickly and find myself staring at a black Porsche, a blue Lamborghini and a white BMW. Dammit! I just entered his f**king garage. I turn around confused and see him pointing his finger to the other side of the hall.
"The main door is that way if that's what your looking for." I notice his lips twitching as if he was trying very hard not to laugh.
The asshole was playing me the whole time. I give him my best nod and a tight smile and start heading towards the other door. Stupid me for not even looking around properly in a hurry. I open the main door, turn around and say,"Well played, Styles. And by the way your not a dick. Your a bastard."
I bang the door shut as hard as possible and start walking towards the street below. I was boiling furious. Nobody has ever tried to play such a prank me and I was pissed. Good thing I let the jerk know about my true feelings.
