London with Harry Styles

London with Harry Styles P2

Part 2

Last night was just mental, I was seriously struggling to remember what had happened, and how I'd ended up staggering out the club with this dude. As much as I like to drink, getting into a taxi with a stranger is defintely not like me! Usually I'm extremely wary when it comes to meeting new boys, so this was a massive headfuck. I sort of remembered a funny taxi ride home, laughing a lot, and then getting home and flopping straight into bed, heels and all.  

'P! Last night was craaazay. I'm so hungover. What's going on? Who's this guy? Meet me for coffee after your shift? Luce Xo' 

I was still suffering from drinking waaaaay too much last night, and having come to the conclusion that I couldn't remember bugger all about my antics the night before, I decided the best way was to meet P at Costa, (where we both worked part time to help fund living in London as students!) and she could fill me in. I abandoned Mr Shakespeare, and jumped in the shower to get ready.  

My flatmate worked mornings on Saturdays too so I had the place to myself. As I undressed, I switched on the shower radio.  

'And now over to your showbiz news with Carly!' 'Thanks, yes I have all the gossip for you guys, starting with Pitbull's announcement of a new album. Is this guy even relevant anymore?! Send me your thoughts online. Last night as usual, London Town was full of celebs hitting the party scene, and One Direction member Harry Styles was no exception. Ladies man Harry was seen heading out of Cable and into a cab under London Bridge with a mystery brunette late last night, or shall I say early this morning?!'  

I dropped the shampoo bottle on the shower floor and froze. Cable? Last night? London Bridge? Mystery brunette? Cab?  

I literally ran out the shower and grabbed my phone. As I got up the pictures, OH MY GOD! I couldn't be right. That could not be me and Harry Styles. I sat on the edge of the bath and towelled down my long brown hair. This was so embarrassing. I was pretty sure I'd just been mentioned on the national radio, and I genuinely had no recollection of meeting this guy. One Direction. I vaguely remember liking that band when I was like 13/14, but as I grew up, my music taste changed. You start to realise how manufactured everything in the music industry is, and you venture out to find the real music you like.  

Saying that, I always thought the lads from 1D were decent boys, all fit as well, but I didn't hear much about them these days. Not that they weren't still popular, they were, but I didn't keep up to date with all that, to be honest. My life was all uni work, Costa work, and parties.  

Anyway back to my drama. So I had met Harry Styles and got into a cab with him? Jeeeeez. See Lucy, I thought to myself, this is why you shouldn't drink ridiculous amounts on nights out. You forget meeting millionaire popstars and getting into cabs with them.  

BEEEEEP. BEEEEEP.  

My phone buzzing brought me back to reality.  

'2 words girl! HARRY STYLES. Sounds good babe I finish in 10. P x' 

I wondered what she could tell me about my wild night..