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Chapter 2

I woke up in the warmth of the sheets I was thrown into all last night. I looked side to side to find the boy that had taken me to his house last night. He was no where to be seen. I got up, put on my clothes from the night before, and got up to look around for him. I looked through every room in the house, nothing. I finally just picked up my stuff and left, realizing it wasn't worth the time to wait for him.

I walked outside and stopped. Instead of walking home, I decided to call my best friend from high school to pick me up. Her name was Taylor. She had long, blonde hair that had a beautiful wringlet curl to it, while I had long black hair with beach waves.

After about 10 minutes she arrived outside the house, and I got into the passanger seat with all my belongings.

"What are you doing here, and who's that guy?" she asked. I looked around, seeing nobody standing even close to us that she could be talking about. There was no time to explain, anyways. All I wanted was to get away from the place I had been in last night.

"What guy?" my eyes widened. I didn't understand what she was asking me, all I saw was grass and trees.

"Him!" she shouted and pointed over to the enterance of the house. There he was, the man I made love to only a few hours ago. He had the same smirk on from the club, and he was waving goodbye to me.

"Just drive, I'll explain on the way." I said, and she sped off. Slightly terrified, I lowered in my seat, trying to make myself not noticable. The man couldn't see me that way, and neither could Taylor in my mind.

We drove in the car for a few minutes and Taylor picked up on me not wanting to tell her what happened. She looked at me, eyebrows raised in a upset position.

"Layla what happened back there?" she asked me worriedly. I sunk farther down into the seat I was sitting in, but finally gave up. I knew I had to tell her, she was the only one that could possibly help me in any way.

"Tay, it was a one night stand. We met at the club and he just pulled me in. He freaked me out when I left though." I answered, not proud of what I had just said. I regretted saying anything, because Taylor was one of those goodie-goodie girls that probably would rebel on me if it wasn't for what she ended up saying next.

"You know he kind of looks like Harry from One Direction, remember them? They broke up like 2 years ago." she said. My eyes widened and I sat up a bit straighter.

I instantly realized that's why I recognised him. I saw Harry in him. Back in 2010, when I was 18, I declared myself a Harry girl. But that was years ago, Harry was probably long gone, married to an American woman he met on tour or something.

But, what if I actually just made love to the Harry Styles?