Love goes in all directions

Chapter Three

Carly p.o.v
I woke up with a splitting headache. Everything hurt. I looked around trying to figure out where I was when I saw Julia. She was slouched on a chair, on her phone, eating a brownie. She had on gray sweats and a Pink sweatshirt.
"Morning," I croaked.
She looked up from her phone. "Look who's up."
"What happened last night?"
"For you or me?"
"Me."
"Well, you got flat drunk within the first five minutes and had sex with some guy. Then I pried you off him and drove you home and set you there. Then I went to bed," she took another bite.
"And you?" I asked.
"I just looked at the stars."
"Really?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Well.....you wouldn't believe me." She got up and walked to the kitchen, cutting herself another brownie slice.
"I lost my virginity when I was drunk, I think I would."
"You were a virgin?!" Her jaw dropped.
I rolled my eyes. "Hard to believe, right? Considering I was the hottest girl at school."
She glared at me.
"You were a close second," I added.
"Better."
"So, what happened?"
"So you know how a bunch of famous people were there like, 5SOS, Nick Jonas and Taylor Swift?" She casually started.
"Taylor Swift was there and you let me get drunk?!" I exploded.
She shrugged. "Anyways, Harry Styles was there too."
"Oh my god, did you meet him? Is he hotter in person? Did you touch his hair? Did you sleep with him?" I sat up which made the pain worse.
"He's shorter in person," she said with a moutful of brownie.
"You met him?!" I squealed.
"He asked me out," she said.
"OH MY GOD! HARRY STYLES ASKED YOU OUT?!"
"Yeah." She nodded.
"Did you say yes?" I asked, sliding closer ignoring the pain.
"No, I turned down a celebrity that actually liked me."
"WHAT?" It took me a minute before I realized she was kidding. I reached over and slapped her hard on the arm. "Don't trick me like that."
"He gave me his number."
"Seriously? Text him! Text him, now!!!!"
"Okay, okay, fine! Geez!" She pulled out her phone and scrolled a bit. "What do I say?"
"Well, did you sleep with him?"
She looked at me funny. "No."
"I'm sure he woulda been too rough for you anyways," I patted her shoulder.
"Fuck off," she said, laughing.
"So then you say something like, want to meet at the park in a bit? Or meet you at Starbucks in five."
"He doesn't know it's me though. His phone died before I could give him my number."
"Classic."
"What?" She asked.
"He's gonna make you text him first since you have his number and he doesn't have yours so he doesn't have to be romantic and shit and text you first. You have to start up the conversation and then he can be like, new phone who dis or send a pic and when you send a pic of your face he'll be all like-"
"Woah, woah Carly, slow down! I'm the one with ADHD here!"
I took a deep breath. "Sorry, I just can't believe my best friend has Harry fucking Style's fucking number!"
    "Is he still in L.A?"
    I grabbed my phone and looked up all the band members recent locations. "Um...well Liam was out at a diner this morning so...yeah. Unless they left without him."
    "Okay so how 'bout I say something like 'want to meet me for coffee?'"
    "Good, no emojis."
    She nodded, typing it up. She showed it to me and I hit send for her so she couldn't back out.
    "Now we just wait."

    Niall p.o.vp
    BING!
    "Hang on a sec, Lou." I reached into my back pocket and dug out my phone. One new message. I clicked on it and it directed me to my text messages showing a new message from un-known. It read:
want to meet for coffee today at 9?
    That's strange. I don't remember giving anyone new my number. Might as well see who it is. We have the day off anyway.
Sure.