The Unexpected(Marcel/ Harry Styles) *On Hold*

Chapter 1

Harry's POV

Small rays of sunlight streamed in through the curtains of the window to the left of me, effectively waking me up from my slumber. With a groan I shifted to my right, only to come face to face with a sleeping girl. Mascara trailed down her cheeks, her red lipstick was smudged and her blonde hair were tangled and messily strewn across the pillow. Clothes were loittering the floor of the bedroom and I slowly rose to my feet, careful not to wake up the sleeping girl.

I carefully picked out my clothes from the mess on the floor, getting dressed quickly, whilst ignoring the splitting hangover headache I was suffering from. Glancing towards the girl one more time to make sure she was sleeping, I ran a hand through my messy hair and opened the door, walking out silently. This had become routine for me, drunkenly picking up the least stupid girl the club we were visiting had to offer, riding to her house for a night of good sex and leaving in the morning before any offers for breakfast or something more were made. Don't get me wrong, morning sex is always good but most girls expect  something more from you if you stick around for that. Like a relationship or a confession of love.

Digging out the Advil I always kept in my pants pocket for times like these, I dry swallowed it and exited the house. Groaning as the bright sunlight hit my eyelids, I tried shielding my eyes with my hand, internally cursing myself for forgetting my sunglasses. Getting in my car I decided to go to Starbucks and grab a coffee to tame my moodiness. Grabbing my phone I searched for the nearest Starbucks, punching the adress into my GPS and letting the monotone robot voice lead me there.

Pulling into the first parking spot I could find, I prayed that I would be able to get my latte without getting recognised and got out of the car. Keeping my eyes on the floor in front of me, I pushed the door open and heade straighter for the cashier, who, luckily, appeared to be a bored, hipsterish guy in his 20's. I ordered my latte and as I waited for my name to be called, I scanned the place discreetly.

There was a group of 2-3 college kids in the corner, typing away on their computers with empty cups of coffee on the small table in front of them. A couple was huddled together, sharing a latte and acting all couply, very obviously oblivious of the world around them. My phone ringing broke me out of my staring trance, a frown overtaking my features. 

"Hello?" I answered.

"Harry? Hello, it's Simon." The familiar voice of Simon Cowell replied.

"Hey Simon, what's up?"

"Where are you? What are you doing right now?"

"Wow, slow down, man. I'm at Starbucks getting a coffee. What's the Spanish Inquisition for?"

"Well, the paparazzi caught you sneaking out of a mystery girl's apartment. Again. How many girls does that make it?"

"Do you really think I keep count of the girls that I sleep with?" I rolled my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Harold. This is a serious issue. The media are going crazy and the fans are starting to get pissed off at your attitude. You are going to destroy your own carrier before it even starts. And it's not just you, your actions reflect poorly on the rest of the lads too. Why are you so adamant on refusing to get a girlfriend?"

"You know how well that worked last time." I deadpanned. After the Taylor Swift situation I had refused to let Simon and the management set me up with anyone else.

"So, one time you tried and it didn't work and you're just going to quit now? There are plenty of other, non- vengeful fish in the sea."

"Why are we talking about fish? I thought we were talking about girls."