I woke up to my obnoxious ringtone blaring from my phone. Jerking up, I reached for the vibrating iPhone "hello?" I answered, groggily.
"Were you still asleep Princess?" Harry's deep voice came through the phone, waking me up slightly.
"Maybe." I answered, sheepishly checking the clock.
It read 10:46 and I realized he must have text me a couple times by now.
"Maybe isn't an answer, Babygirl." He chuckled and I could hear the faint noises of car horns in the background. "But since when do you sleep till almost noon?"
"Umm, on my days off, Styles!" I exclaimed, laying back down and pulling my comforter up over my body.
"Why don't we watch that attitude." He scolded but I could hear a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Yes sir." I whispered into the phone, giggling "anyway, how can I help you?"
"The meetings seem to be going very well, so I will most likely be home in about two days."
I was fully awake now, jolting back up in the bed. "Really?" He had been gone for almost a week and I hadn't expected him to be back until at least another week.
"Yes, Princess." He chuckled into the phone. "How do you feel about dinner Sunday night?"
I rolled my eyes, "you're not taking me out to dinner the night you get back from a long trip, Harry!"
"Oh, I'm not?" He asked, I could tell he was attempting to sound as chill as possible for the sake of the people in the car with him but I had just challenged his unspoken authority.
"Just tell me what time your flight gets in and I'll be at your apartment with dinner." I said, fluttering my eyelashes (even though he wasn't there it had become a habit for when I was attempting to get my way with the control freak).
"Hmm." He mused, "what's wrong with going out? You wouldn't have to cook and you could get all dressed up for me." He suggested, his voice as smooth and seductive as it was in person.
"I want to cook!....and I still plan on getting all dressed up for you daddy." I whispered, hoping whoever was in the car hadn't heard but not caring all that much.
His breath hitched and I grinned with triumph.
"God, woman! . . .I suppose that would work. . . I'll talk to you tonight and I'll see you Sunday my love."
"I love you." I said, getting up to go and take a shower.
"And I love you." He responded before the line went dead.
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As soon as I was dressed there was a pounding on my door and I hurried down the steps to my apartment. "I'm coming!" I yelled, as the knocking got more persistent.
"What the- HEY!" I jerked the door open to reveal my older sister. "What the hell are you doing here?" I pulled her into the apartment, wrapping my arms around her.
She giggled, hugging me tightly. "I wanted to surprise you!" She said, pulling away slightly to get a better look, "I haven't seen you in almost two years! Look at your hair! You look amazing." She gushed, wrapping her arms back around me.
Once the squealing greetings were over, we settled onto the couch.
"Seriously though! You came all the way from L.A just to surprise me?" I was slightly skeptical.
"Yes...well, we're also having a fashion show Sunday so I couldn't come to town without seeing you!"
I knew it but it didn't dampen my excitement.
"Where's tall dark and handsome?" She asked, smirking.
"Business trip."I answered, not commenting on her nickname for Harry.
"Bitch, we have to go out! I'm single and your boy toy is out of town!"
Part of my brain reminded me that Harry doesn't like me going to clubs but especially without him there...but the other part was influenced by Dakota's pleas.
"Willow! When is the last time you went out without Harry??" She questioned, raising her eyebrow.
I averted my gaze, the answer was honestly embarrassing so I just nodded and agreed to go to one club.
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I stood in front of my full body mirror and applied the finishing touches to my eyeshadow before looking over my outfit one more time.
It was a lot shorter and a lot tighter than anything I owned but Dakota insisted it looked amazing and I learned a long time ago not to argue with her.
"C'mon! The taxi's here!!"
Attempting not to fall to my death, I hurried down the steps and out the door.
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Harry and I had attended parties and a few clubs but the last time I was in a place like this, was in college.
The music that was so loud, you could feel it in your bones. The grinding and basically dry humping, that was considered dancing. The out of flirtatious people and drunk girls....I wasn't sure if I had missed it or not.
But nonetheless I downed every shot Dakota made me order and ventured onto the dance floor with her. Maybe completely sober, I would have been completely uncomfortable with the amount of people close to me and whoever was touching me but my drunken state caused me not to mind and move along with the beat.
Until something started buzzing in my bra.
Confused, I reached in and stumbled toward the bathroom. I retrieved the object and realized it was my phone ...and it was ringing... "Hello?" I answered, my words slurring slightly. I covered my opposite ear, attempting to drown out the music in the other room.
"Willow?" Harry's voice came through the phone and I almost dropped it.
"Hey Baby." I said, my drunken self very happy to hear his voice.
"Willow Grace!" He didn't sound happy, "what's that noise?"
I giggled, "I'm pretty sure it's music."
"How much have you had to drink?" He sounded far from happy now.
"I'm not sure." I answered, pouting...obviously he wasn't as happy to hear my voice as I was to hear his.
"I want you to call a cab and go home." He said, his voice demanding.
"Why?"
"Because I said so!" He ordered, harshly.
Rolling my eyes, I hung up the phone and turned it off.
Buzzkill.
