Chapter 4.
FLO'S POV-
My eyes flutter open and my hand immediately lifts to my aching head.
What the hell happened last night, I thought. I looked up as saw a room that I wasn't familiar with.
I tried to get up but something was pulling me down, there was an arm wrapped around my waist.
"Morning babe," a husky voice whispers in my ear. I twist suddenly looking at the boy lying next to me.
He opens his green eyes and grins at me. That's when I realised I was completely naked.
"Omg!" I shout, pulling out of his grasp and jumping out of the bed. I pull the sheet along with me, covering myself. But that meant Harry was also naked with no covers.
"I'm sorry!" I shout, covering my eyes.
"Babe, we had sex last night. You've seen it all before and so have I," he says, his hands grabbing my hips. I swat them away. I couldn't believe I'd actually done this. What was I even thinking last night! Oh that right I wasn't, I was drunk!
"I don't really do this kind of thing," I tell him.
"Lucky that I do," he laughs, trying to pull me back onto the bed. I run my fingers through my hair.
"Harry stop. I think I should go," I say, picking my underwear up.
Harry's eyebrows furrow.
"Fine, door's that way," he says, pointing out of his room. He gets off the bed and walks out. I just stand there with my mouth wide open.
I furiously grab all my clothes and throw them on quickly. I pull my phone out and tell Effie to come and get me. I make my way to the front door where Harry is standing, only wearing a pair of boxers. He opens the door for me as I pick up my heels.
"Have a good day Lily," he says kissing my cheek. I just look at him.
"It's Flo," I say bluntly.
"Really? I've never done it with a Flo before," he laughs.
"You're a jerk," is all I say as I make my way out of the door. I take the elevator downstairs and wait for Effie. Eventually her car pulls up and I sit inside.
"So who's apartment is this?" She asks excitedly. I just look at her.
"That bad huh?" She asks. I just nod my head. "Well I'll take you for breakfast to cure your hangover," she laughs, pulling out.
The cafe she chooses does a full English breakfast so I order one and so does Effie.
"So tell me," she says scoffing her face with sausage.
"It was Harry Styles' apartment," I say quietly. She slams her knife and fork down.
"What?!" She shouts. Everyone turns to look at us so I wait for everyone to lose interest. "You slept with him?" She asks.
"Yeah, I don't even remember much of it," I tell her. She looks at me like I'm crazy.
"I told you he was trouble," she says.
"Last night wasn't that bad from what I remember, in fact it was great. But you're right he is a jerk," I tell her.
"Well at least you can say you've slept with THE Harry Styles but then so has half of London," she laughs.
Effie drops me back off at home after breakfast where I'm asked loads of questions.
"What happened to you last night?!" My mother yells at me.
"I stayed at Effie's," I reply, too tired to argue with her.
"You could have called or texted me!" She shouts back.
"I'm sorry ok! I'm going to bed," I say, pushing past her and making my way upstairs. I pull my dress off, throw it into my wardrobe and fling myself onto my bed. I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep but as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light.
