DRIFTED |Harry Styles|

CHAPTER 5

MELISSA'S P.O.V.

I woke up to an empty bed, a messy room with my clothes scattered all over my floor and the smell of fresh coffee. I picked my panties and my shirt up from the floor and quickly dressed myself, making my way towards the kitchen.

Much to my surprise, Ana was standing by the counter, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other. A plate with a bunch of pancakes was sitting on the counter along with another one full of freshly fried bacon. It smelled impeccably.

My stomach grumbled as I took a seat on a tall stool by the counter, grabbing a small piece of bacon and feeling Ana's eyes on me.

"Bet you had a goooood night last night, didn't you?" She smirked and I looked down at the plate in front of me, playing with the piece of bacon between my fingers. "I don't know what you're talking about." I looked back and she was full-on grinning.

"Of course you do. I'm no fool, you know?" She laughed and moved towards the fridge, where I could see a small piece of yellow paper glued to the door and my eyes moved to Ana's fingers, as she grabbed the post-it note and handed it to me.

Thanks for letting me stay. I had fun. All the love, Harry. Was all he wrote. Really? Had fun? Of course he did. Sleeping with a girl and tiptoeing his way out in the morning is any guy's idea of fun.

Part of me was hoping that he was taking a shower or left to buy some breakfast, hell, I even thought he was the one making breakfast when I smelled the coffee coming from the kitchen. Of course he wasn't, of course he left in the morning before I woke up and of course he just used me for his own pleasure. Granted, I also had used him, but I was expecting a little bit more from him.

The image of Harry apologising for being a jerk last night crossed my mind and I began to wonder why had he even apologised if he was planning on being an even worse a-hole in the morning? And I knew the answer.

I knew he only did that to get in my pants and, God, I was fuming. I promised to myself that if I were to see him again I would... "So you did have fun, huh?" Ana's giddily voice interrupted my thoughts and I teared the paper, tossing it in the trash can and turning around to see a big, bright smile on Ana's face.

"It was no big deal." I shrugged, knowing that she just wouldn't let this go. "Of course it's a big deal, Mel. You never have one night stands, at one point I could swear your virginity was growing back." I gasped at her words and she burst out laughing.

"Oh, come on Mel, don't be so uptight, we never talk about this stuff, let's talk about it, we're best friends, why are you always so shy about this?" I really didn't want to have that conversation with her, but I knew that if I didn't give her something, she would never drop it and would come back to haunt me when I least expected.

"What do you want to know? I mean, there really isn't much to tell, it was not so different from your usual one night stands." I rolled my eyes and sat back on the stool. "Well, there're a lot of things that I'd like to know, okay? Like who was he? What is so special about him that could convert your-prude-little-self into a whore like me?" She started to laugh again and I could feel my cheeks heating up.

She clearly knew that these types of subjects were not in my comfort zone, but that was just too much. She continued her obnoxiously loud laugh and I exited back to my room. "Oh don't be so sensitive, come back here!" She said in-between laughs, as I close the bedroom door behind me.

I sat on my bed, cursing the moment I let Harry inside, but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to regret it. Yes, he disappointed me for leaving in the morning without even a 'goodbye', but I enjoyed myself so much, more than I had in a long time, more than when I was dating Jack.