When Samantha James becomes One Direction's personal assistant, she gets more than she bargains for. Falling for Harry Styles is one of them. But things aren't always easy or beautiful, because Sam has secrets--dark ones, and she'll do anything to h...
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Last Night
What was the best thing to do when you were missing home? Drink. So, I did. I was drunk off of my ass. I ordered a tequila shot and just as I stirred what I declared as my last beverage of the night, a figure slid onto the barstool next to me.
"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be here all alone," a heavy English accent said. I turned to look and saw the famous Harry Styles with a glass of whiskey in his hands, his eyes were glazed over and he had flushed cheeks. If I wasn't drunk I might have been freaking out a tad.
I smirked at him. "I know you. You're that guy from that band." Nice one, Sam.
He chuckled and held out his hand. "That would be me. Harry."
Taking his hand, I shook it and told him my name. "Samantha James."
"Nice to meet you."
He was so attractive. Usually, I'd be blushing and making a fool of myself by now, but I was too drunk to notice or care that I was talking to one of the most famous people in the world. Thank you, alcohol. I took a long swig from my drink and so did he. I suddenly started laughing. "I'm drinking with Harry Styles."
Harry held up the glass to his lips. "Most girls would kill to be you right now." He finished off his drink.
I looked up at him under my lashes, a flirtatious grin on my face. "I'm not most girls." I noticed my tequila shot was waiting for me. I gulped it down and instantly felt more brave than before.
"So you're saying that you don't like me," he inquired.
To be honest, I'd only listened to a handful of their music. It was mostly whatever was played on the radio, but I usually enjoyed it. "Your music is okay," I slurred.
He looked offended, but replaced it with a joking smile. "Okay? Just okay?"
A dubstep song began to burst through the speakers. I felt the bass in my chest and looked over at Harry, holding out my hand. "Let's dance." I jumped down from the bar and wobbled on my feet, but he steadied me and we headed for the dance floor.
Tequila made me brave. I was moving my body, running my hands up and down my hips and through my hair. I could feel Harry's eyes on me and it only made me want to become more seductive with my moves. The song ended and he was just looking at me, this stupid grin on his face. "What?" I asked him breathlessly. He took me in his arms and kissed me.
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I woke up to crisp white sheets and the heat of a warm body next to me. Curly brown hair was flared across the pillow and it only took me two seconds to realize what I'd done. Or who I'd done. I sat up quickly, a decision I instantly regretted when my head pounded, protesting.
