Simon cowells daughter

"Alana" Lou said sternly, I could tell she was practising her mum voice at the same time as trying to motivate me.

"Lou I'm scared" I pleaded with my eyes, hoping she would just let me stay in her hotel room.

"Alana. You've been crying all week. Just go" she urged. I sighed in defeat.

She's right. I haven't talked to Harry in a week, today's my birthday, and Lou was trying to convince me to talk to Harry.

"You look fine" she confirmed, brushing down dress, it was pretty cheap, only $90, from dotti. It was white lace for the top half and a peach flowy bottom. She ruffled my hair, making the curls seem more natural, and pushed me out the door.

"Lou" I harshly whispered, lightly knocking on the door when I realised Harry was sitting down in the corridor. I took a swig of alcohol, disguised in a drink bottle.

I walked further away from lou's hotel room, the alcohol convincing me to go talk to him.

"Uh hi" I said quietly as I reached harry. He looked up at me, his green eyes filled with tears, a beer bottle placed in his hand.

"I thought you'd never talk to me again" he said, still looking up at me. I slid my back down the wall so I was hugging my knees against my chest. "I could never do that. I think I'd go crazy" I giggled nervously.

"Why are you talking to me?" He asked, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"I miss you." I breathed out a long breath.

"I can't sleep at night" I added.

"Join the club" he muttered.

"Harry. You said that I didn't know what happened, and that you wanted to explain." I said.

"Yeah" he took another swig of his beer.

"Give me that" I gently pried his fingers off the bottle, placing it on the other side of me so he couldn't reach it.

"What happened?" I asked.

"She was just a fan, she managed to sneak into the hotel, and when my sister went to grab a towel she ran in and before I could get her off me, you came in." He stared at the wall across from us, obviously remembering.

"I'm sorry. I should've believed you"

"No I'm sorry. If it makes you feel better, she sucked at kissing, you're way better." He nudes my side cheekily.

"Should we go inside" he asked.

We got up and walked inside the hotel room, everyone was peeking through cracks in their door, witnessing the whole conversation.

**

"Happy birthday by the way" Harry muttered.

"Sorry about your present" he said, I guess the alcohol was still in his system.

"What we just did, that's my present." I muttered, unable to catch my breath.

"Yup" he squeezed my small fingers in his.

"God. Now I know why everyone loves it" I mumbled to Harry.

"Yeah"

"We've got to do that more often"

"What make up sex or fight" he chuckled.

"Sex" I breathed.

"I'll go grab us some drinks from downstairs" Harry pulled on his clothes and wandered out of our hotel room.

I got changed in one of his loose tops and some black leggings before fluttering my eyes closed.

"Shh" Harry's hand clamped over my mouth, I was too lazy to open my eyes.

"Whatever" I mumbled.

The hand over my mouth was replaced with some sort of material.

A strong scent filled my nostrils, I tried to open my eyes but they were too heavy.

Then everything went black.