Two Me's and Only One Harry Styles.

Chapter 5 (Vic)

Waking up beside someone completely clothed is a new territory for me, I usually find them butt naked or worse... Passed out on my living room floor with nothing but whip cream covering their body.

This time though, I woke up next to Harry in my bed. My face not layered with make up- my hair not in a tight knot with a wig over it. My underwear not properly matched with a lacey texture. I was plain-jane Victoria Washberry sharing a bed with someone else's boyfriend.

Sh!t.

"Harry?" My voice croaks out his name, barely. I clear it and call his name again this time successfully waking him.

Harry lifts his head from one of my many pillows and stares blankly at me.

Man, I hope my hair is atleast somewhat presentable.

"The sun is not even up yet." He states before letting gravity do its thing and drops his head down back into the pillow.

"I know, but-" my hand reaches out to his bicep, lightly running my fingers over his tattooed skin. "I don't know if I can do this anymore."

"Share a bed with me?" He asks just as he lifts his head once again. He looks sleep deprived, cute even. Always so cute.

"Please don't be mad, or.. Or stop being my friend, but.. that kiss last night.." I have his full attention now that he's completely awake. "We can't do that again. I won't be the side-hoe that everyone points a finger at. I can't Harry, I love you too much to wedge between you and Jazmin. You two are the headlining couple of every magazine." I wink at him but throughout my speech Harry has remained neutral by all this. There's no signs of any emotions from him, no famous eye roll, no slumped shoulders, no lip twitch. Just a simple blank stare.

I can't help but feel my stomach start to churn at the thought of him leaving me right now.

"Why?" Harry asks slowly drawing out the word. My mind begins to panic and expect him to get up and walk out the door. "Why do you always have to be so perfect?"

My breath hitches instantly.

"Please." I scoff. "I'm far from perfect. I have so many flaws that-"

"Name one." He challenges. Eyes narrowing in on me.

"I kissed a taken man..." I whisper wanting to hide away from the world.

"Ah ah ah," Harry shook His finger at me. "It was I who kissed you." He corrects me.

"So? I kissed someone who was in a relationship, there's my flaw. See? Not perfect!" I could applaud myself right now.

Harry looks at me for a few seconds and then panic floods through his veins as he shifts around on my bed searching for something. "I'm suppose to call her this morning, sh!t, she's probably on the plane already. Fvck. Do you know where my phone is?"

"Uh-" my thoughts have flown out the unopened window at this point. He wants to call his girlfriend and she can't answer because I'm sitting right infront of him.

I didn't turn the ringer off her phone. CRAP.

"Oh. Here it is!" He chuckles at himself leaning towards the night stand beside the bed. "Right where I usually leave it. Oops." He shrugs and taps on his phones screen.

Meanwhile my heart is pounding against my chest, my fingers are shaking and my head is on fire.

First it's silent in the room as we listen to his phone dial her number, then we hear vibration coming from the living room, I hope he can buy an excuse of pure coincidence.

"You going to answer th-" he's cut off my the blaring ringtone 'you get the best of both worlds!' And all the blood rushes from my face, im probably ghostly white right now.

"I'll let it slide to voicemail, I'm sure if it's important they will leave a message." I stutter at first but luckily play it off.

"I'll try one more time and then leave a message incase she's in the plane. This way she can't say I didn't try to call her." I give Harry this look of pity and he simply shrugs me away.

Again the horrible coincidence of my phone going off the same time he calls his girlfriend happen again.

"Since when do you have two phones?" Harry eyes me suspiciously, and then back towards the night stand which currently has my phone on top of it.

"Umm.. Well.. It's kind of a funny story really.." I lie, it's not funny at all, much less even a story.

"I'll be the judge, toots."

"Well, you see, uhh, that other phone is my.. My uh.. My back up phone. If I were to lose this one.." My eyes glance towards the silver phone on the night stand. "Then I'll dig through my closet for my back up. Heh" I laugh softly, awkwardly and nervous.

"Hmm.." He murmurrs "you're really strange, you know?" He winks at me, his phone beeping informing him he has gone to voicemail. "Hey, baby. I got in late last night and I just woke up a few minutes ago, I hope you landed safely and to call me when you get this okay? Bye"

My eyes widen at him. "What? No 'I love you?' Too early for that?" I tease him. He looks down over his shoulder at me. His gaze growing more and more intense.

He has yet to say anything.

"It's not to early." He says simply, in neutral tone. "I just wanted to say it to you instead.. I love you, Vic." All too suddenly my blood stops flowing to my brain.

My face is on fire.
It's literally burning beneath the flesh.

Second or two later my blood is rushing and my mouth won't speak the words I need to spit out.

"I have to- have to-uh-" I stutter. "I have to pee." I'm up out of bed and on my feet sprinting for the bathroom in half a second flat.

"Fudge! This is not good." I mumble to myself, closing the door behind me. Staring at my reflection in the mirror I can see a sleepy eyes, bushy haired girl, a girl who looks as if she's about to sh!t her pants worrying.

My hand reaches for the knob to turn on the faucet, the water is just barely warm to the touch but I like it a bit hotter when I wash my face so I gently turn the knob a bit more.

My hands form a small scoop to bring the water to my face, it's soothing and relaxing for the time being.

Two loud thuds echo throughout the bathroom.
Startling me and the soap bar falls off its stand clinking against the porcelain sink.

"Vic? Are you almost done? I need to brush my teeth!" Harry hollers from the other side of the door.

"Yeah! Just starting my make up. Come in!" My fingers fumble, with my eyes closed, across the counter for any small hand towel to dry my face.

"Here." A towel lands softly on my face and out of surprise I shriek. "Sorry." He chuckles.

After I dry my face I slowly bring down the towel to reveal my face to the rest of the world. Harry is staring at me through the mirror, he thinks he's being slick but I can literally feel his eyes on me.

"You know-"he begins

"Why don't-" as I say at the same time

"You first" we say together.