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Chapter 2:

I wake up to a brutal hangover. My head is pounding, my brain trying to all commando olny to be ignored. My heart is whispering something to me...sound's like "Harry Styles". All I can remember from last night is going to a concert, meeting five banging boys and going to a party, then getting smashed and now I'm somehow here! Oh, and Harry!

I look over expecting to see a mountain of curls, but all I see is a pillow and some sheets. Maybe he's gone to get a cuppa? I jog downstairs, or as well as you can maneuver while your hungover, and see Louis and some chick at the kettle. They dont notice me, so I decide to give them a little jump. I'm about to scream "Nazi Pigeons!" when Louis grabs the girls ass. Some gentlemen! Poor..uh.. Eleanor?

"O.K, I think that is enough P.D.A to last me a lifetime" I mumble. Eleanor jumps around, smacks Louis' hand away and blushes a deep purple-ish colour. Louis pouts and folds his tan, muscular arms over his ripped, toned, NAKED chest. "Annnnyway, have either of you's seen Harry?" I ask.

"Nope, been looking for him all morning! Probably off 'getting some', if you catch my drift.Wink Wink," he tells me. God, wonder what younger fans think these boys are really like?

After asking everyone in the house had they seen his furry mop, I'm starting to worry, and so is Lou. Yeah, were real close now, it's just a matter of time before he comes crawling to me....

We ring "Uncle Si" and tell him about Harold's demise. He is equally as worried as I am. He sends out a rescue team, with is a bit overrated, but he IS Harry Styles.

I start to have this pounding headache, and it's not just from all the booze I had last night, you may be rest assured on that. I called into this really bent looking clinic around the corner and got some tablets, but it's still splitting up my skull.

I go into the en suite beside the room where I woke up and peel my trousers off my thin legs. I continue to strip myself of my clothes and unmentionables and hop in the shower. I turn the water to hot and stand there until a voice echoes around and round my head saying "God, nice view!", and boy, it sounded a LOT like Harry Styles. I scream and wrap my arms around my body, and lift my knee in front of my crotch, but slip in the process. I pull myself up, rubbing my bum, until Sarah runs in.

"What happened?" Panic is written across her face but when she see's me her body visibly relaxes. " N-n-nothing, its fine!" I stutter. She eyes me suspicously but trots out. I sigh deeply. Them tablets must be driving me round the bend. 

"You're telling me babe!" That voice again!

" Who is that?!"

"You might not believe this, but it's Harry."

"You were right about something at least;I dont believe you!"

"I am serious! Something funny is going on here...and not the "ha-ha" funny but the "mwhahah" funny business.

" So..I'm not on Punk'd?"

" Ha, you wish you were that cool." Cheeky pup.

I step out of the shower and wrap a warm towel around my soaking bod. I look in the mirror, and pull weird faces just to make sure I'm actually awake. My eye uncontrollably slids into a wink, and I gasp. My lips break into a familiar lopsided grin that should belong to Harry.

"How're doing that?!"

"Doing what?" My face makes this weird, innocent face I never seen before.

"That!"

"You mean this?" My lips make the classic duck lips and my finger do a peace sign next to my face. I start to laugh but I'm cut off by "my voice".

" I've always wanted to a girl, just to know what it feels like, why you's are forever complaining." He uses my voice to talk!

"Ew. Just, no." My own voice sounds weird now, like it doesn't properly belong to me, and I don't wanna share...me!

"You do know I can hear you when you think, right?" Harry tells me in my mind. Ah! My life won't be at all private! My throat erupts in a hoarse laugh that doesn't suit me at all.

" Uh, what will we do when Mother Nature comes knocking?" Harry asks, clearly nervous.

"What?"

"You know, that time of the month?"

" No, I don't. Please tell me."

" You know!"

" I honestly don't!"

" Your period dammit!" my voice is filled with rage and my face flushes, thanks to Harry. I blink, then start giggling.

" I know, I just wanted to hear you say it!"

My foot propels up, then comes crashing down on the other. I wince in pain, and Harry repeats the same sound in my mind.

" Why don't you just meander back over to your body, mind, brain whatever!" I bellow.

My body starts shaking with laughter, then one foot shakily moves in front of the other into the bedroom. Shit! How am I meant to get changed, go to the toilet?! 

My body goes to my suitcase, which I do not remember bringing here, and unzips it. Harry then pulls out something that has his face plastered over it and pulls out short shorts. I hiss as he tries to take away my towel, and use my other hand to slap..mine away. 

" We probably look like nutcases...actually, scratch that. YOU probably look like a nutcase!" Harry's voice echoes in my brain. This will take getting used to.

 " Close your eyes, don't peek." I reply. Suddenly, my eyelids slide over my eyes, making me practically blind. Great, he has everything?!

I blindly get changed, numerously having to turn my top around. I open my eyes and grin. Mission accomplished!

I struggle to walk to the kitchen, but when I do, I see everyone grouped around the sofa, around someone. As we move closer, I see it is the famous Simon Cowell. 

" Evening Uncle Si" Harry blurts out, then covers my mouth. I gasp than think- scream " YOU IDIOT" to which he winces mentally.

"Uh, hello, lovely to meet you.." he introduces himself. He must already know my name.

"So, has anyone any idea of Harry's whereabouts?" he asks. We all shake our heads, while Harry tries to nod, which cause my head to go in a kind of circular motion.

                            This is gonna be a looong night...

A/N  Ok, next chapter...coprendo! Hey, I dont know any other languages except for English and Irish!

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