Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 20

Her view.

My face flushes with anger and humiliation as I jump up, horrified at his words. All thoughts of happiness and comfort disappear right away. And then my stomach drops when I realize that I don't know if he wore a condom. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. I want to scream and shout at myself. The one time I don't listen to myself, I fuck up.
"Did you wear a condom?" I whisper as I pull on the shirt on the floor.
"Of course not. You told me it was okay!" His eyes narrow as he stares at me. "Or are you a gold-digging whore who's trying to trap me with a baby?"
"I'm not a whore and I never said I was..." I pause as I think back to the moment he finally entered me.

He said something and I said yes, but I thought he was asking permission to make love to me. Now I realised he must have asked me if I was on birth control.
My body runs cold as I realize that I've completely fucked up my first one-night stand.
"I'm leaving."
"I can't get seconds?" He jumps up and glares at me. "And what happened to your warm, loving 'I just enjoyed every moment of you fucking me' smile?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." I run into the bathroom to grab my clothes.
"Where are you going? You couldn't get enough of me just a few minutes ago."
"It's morning." I glare at him as I try to brush back my tangled hair. "I'm leaving now."
"But I don't even have cash." He raises and arrogant eyebrow, and I want to slap him.
"Do you really think I'm a prostitute?" I stand there with arms folded and I stare at him with a false casualness. "Not that I care, but do you really think that?"
"You were with your friend and my security guard last night in this room. You came back tonight with me. What am I supposed to think?"
"Whatever." I shake my head and walk towards the door. "Think whatever you want. I don't care. I'll never see you again and I can't be any happier." I run out the door and keep going, even though he calls out my name with an apologetic tone.
I feel like a damn fool. I always have bad luck picking guys, and it seems like m cycle didn't end just because I'm in Europe now. I run through the hotel lobby as quickly as possible. This time, I don't saunter through and eagerly stare at the opulent decorations and post-Modernist art. All I want to do is going home and cry and then eat some ice cream.

I stand in the high street and panic for a moment, wondering how I could've let this happen. I take one last look at the hotel and shiver as I imagine Harry looking down at me from one of the windows.
Never again, I tell myself as I walk to the bus stop, shivering in the cold, even though it's late summer. I'm never going to get drunk and attempt to have a one-night stand again. My self-esteem and self-respect are worth more than that. Even if it's with a guy as sexy as Harry. Especially if it's with a guy like Harry, I think to myself as I jump onto the bus.