My Brother's Best Friend •Harry Styles•

Chapter 6

"Maisie truth or dare?" Michael slurred. Getting him pissed was totally not my idea! Louis kept getting himself a drink and when I wasn't looking he would give it to Michael. I'm not acting like his mum or anything, but he's a sixteen year old boy, getting pissed with a bunch of twenty year olds; and a few boys approximately his age, while the legal drinking age in this country Is twenty-one. I'm only twenty for gods sake.

"Dare," I spoke, staring hard at him, attempting to intimidate him so he'll hopefully crumble and give me a easy dare.

"I dare you to," his eyes darted around the miss shaped circle of drunken adults, before his attention turned back to me, just as I raised my glass of vodka and coke to my lips. "to kiss Zayn," he giggled.

I rolled my eyes at his immaturity before I climbed over Haz, so I was in front of Zayn. Looking deep into his hazel eyes, I smashed my lips onto his. I was to lost in the kiss, I didn't notice the glares Harry and Louis were sending me.

*

I moaned loudly as I heard a light bang of something falling to the ground, that making my head hurt even more than it originally did. I rolled over in the comfortable, large bed I was lying in, only to crash into someone; their arm already being wrapped around my waist. Figuring it was only Harry, I cuddled up to him even more, curling into his chest as the sheets lazily covered our bodies.

A groan erupted from his throat, causing his stomach to vibrate, making me smile sleepily. I twisted in his arms, causing me to shudder as the sheets slipped off my shoulder momentarily. Only then did I notice that I was shirtless, not even wearing a bra.

My eyes shot open and I automatically turned to look under the sheets. We were both naked.

"Harry!" I smacked his bare chest, attempting to wake him up, but he didn't even flinch. "Wake up you cock!" I yelled at him, attempting to yell in his ear but his head was buried under the mountain of pillows and the sheets.

Getting extremely annoyed at him, I pinched him on the shoulder, making him jolt awake, shooting straight up into a sitting position. Oh my god. Nooo!!

"Shit," I cried, burring my head in my hands, tears pooling in my eyes.

"Maisie?" He questioned sleepily, "What are you doin in my - oh dear lord! Did we?"

"I think so," I cried, years streaming down my cheeks. "But I don't remember what happened after we all played truth or dare,"

"Fuck," He whispered, clutching his bed hair between his fingers, "Nobody can know this happened!"

My head shot up to face him, a hard glare on my face, "Do you honestly think I want anyone to know we had sex?" I yelled at him, "This isn't the one effecting you badly Zayn! Your girlfriend is at home in England, she isn't gonna find out is she? My brother and my bo- and Harry are two rooms away from us!"

"God I know," he breathed, rubbing his hands all over his face, "I'm sorry I'm just freaking out. I've just found out I've cheated on the girl I love and I don't even remember it happening,"

I didn't know what to say, this situation is so fucked up. I feel extremely guilty, I feel like I've cheated on Harry, even though we're not even dating.

I got out of the bed, not caring that I was naked or that Zayn could possibly be peeking. I picked up my black shorts, bra, underwear and tank top off the floor, lazily put them on before leaving his room and slamming the door behind me.

I walked two doors down and stopped, just staring at the door. Room 98B. I breathed out a shaky breath before rising my hand to knock on the door. Waiting approximately three minutes before it opened. Stood in the doorway way as very angry and disgusted Harry Styles.

"Have fun?" He spat sarcastically at me, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his bulky arms over his chest.

"Look I know you're mad at me," I stated desperately,

"Hm," he chuckled sarcastically,

"Haz," I begged, "Please, I'm sorry! I was drunk, I don't even remember what happened last night!"

"Really?" He sassily responded, not buying what I was selling.

"Yes really!" I yelled at him, "I WOKE UP IN ZAYN'S BED THIS MORNING, BOTH OF US NAKED AND NEITHER ONE OF US REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT, HAROLD! I. AM. SORRY!" I screamed at him, tears streaming down my cheeks. By this point Louis and Liam were peeking through their separate bedroom doors, wondering where all the racket was coming from.

He didn't say anything, just stared at me as I cried, helplessly. I began to feel self conscious with Louis, Liam and Harry's eyes on me, my mouth spoke before I could even correspond, "We're not even dating so why does this matter so much to you anyway?"

The look on his face nearly made me sob, it went from a hurt look, to angry then to my worst nightmare, expressionless. He looked at me completely monotoned, masking all feelings.

"Your right," His sucked his lips into his mouth and nodded, "You mean nothing to me," and with that he slammed the door in my face.

I gasped, letting tears fall down my cheeks as his door swung open again. All he did was throw my suitcase down at my feet and then slam the door again. With that I burst into sobs. I covered my face with my hands as I slid down the wall, sobbing hysterically. I didn't even notice someone sit down beside me until he took my hand in his. I didn't look up to see who it was, I already had an idea.

"C'mon," Lou whispered, pulling me up with him, "Lets go to the bus. I don't like hotels anyway," I nodded immediately, wanting to get away from this awful place.

*

"You comfy enough on there?" Lou asked generally concerned. I was lying on the spare bunk on the bus, I luckily got the bottom bunk, Louis was above me but Harry's bunk was directly in front of me. But who cares, there's curtains attached for a reason.

"I'm fine," I smile at him, "I'm just gonna sleep off my headache, go find the boys or something, don't worry about me. It's your tour, your time to shine. You don't need to worry about my shitty life,"

Before he could respond I slid the curtains across, shutting him out. Like I usually do.