Sky's POV
Morning. The depressing time of the day where you're either interrupted from relaxation or sweet dreams, reality crashing down on your restless form like a ton of bricks.
Then again, if you were having a distressing nightmare, I guess the morning would be your haven.
Thing is, this morning I just woke up from my haven, thrown into a real life nightmare.
My head moves up and down along with the rise and fall of his tanned chest, my fingers resting on his muscular stomach. Our legs entwined with one anothers, his burly arms embracing my body.
My fully naked body.
Shit.
I attempt to untangle myself from his grasp, yet even in his sleep he retains his strength. My head throbs with specks of last night's memories. And with the world's worst headache.
Letting out a loud sigh, I lay back down in my former position.
I really should stop going to these parties.
Last time I was lucky. Last time Rikki found me before my eighth drunk. Last time Rikki dragged me back home, returning me to the comfort of my blue duvet.
This time was different.
After a couple of moments, I begin to wonder who my closet partner really is. The sunlight streaming through the window in the corner focuses on our figures, giving me access to view his face. I daringly tilt my head up, steadily moving my eyes to his face.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
This isn't some stranger I've only just met. This isn't some stranger I've never been aware of before. This isn't some stranger I'm never going to see again.
This is a flirtatious boy, with that familiar face known by millions as the teenage heart-throb of the century.
This is Harry Styles.
Harry's POV
I let out a large groan, my back positioned on several pairs of boots. My eyes remain firmly shut, hiding from the torturous light.
Regaining feeling in my hands, my touch rests on a female figure laying on top of my chest. My hands travel down her body, testing her nudeness.
Yup, she's naked.
I covertly open one eye, attempting to catch a glimpse of her without being caught.
No chance.
Her eyes are focused on my face, looking at me in disbelief. We lock stare for a while, before clearing my throat.
"Uh...hi, I'm Harry!" I say all perky, forcing a grin.
No response.
My gaze drifts away from her, spotting my black belt in the corner. Amongst the junk formerly situated in this room, I discover many familiar clothes strewn across the room. I shift my vision from my body to the worn clothes and back again, before making a clicking sound with my tongue.
"Looks like shit kicked off in here..." I chuckle, facing the brunette again.
"This isn't funny."
She shifts off of my chest and sits down on the floor, reaching for some underwear from the side and hastily slipping it on, followed by her dress. Suddenly exposed, I search for my boxers, finding them behind me. Pulling them on, I resume my previous position, my head still hurting from last night.
"It kinda is."
"Well, it kinda isn't," she glares at me.
"Ooh, feisty," I raise my eyebrows cheekily.
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
"Really? That was your best come back?"
"I could have called you a bitch..."
She scoffs, "You're a bitch."
"Who's the one with the lame come backs now?"
"Still you."
I huff in annoyance, "God, I can't believe I spent my night with you..."
"What?" she quickly stands up, her hands on her hips as she eyes me in disbelief. "You can't believe that you spent your night with me? Are you serious?"
"Well..." I trail off. Jesus, this girl has quite an attitude.
"Well what? Because Harry, I came to this party expecting to go home at midnight, leaving with my friends after having a few drinks. What I didn't expect to happen was to have downed a countless number of drinks, playing a shitty game I didn't even know, hiding upstairs in a fucking closet and having sex!"
"We didn't-" I attempt to interrupt her, but she continues her rant.
"And may I add that my sex partner was in fact you! You who happens to be in a famous boy band called One Direction. So don't you go complaining about spending the night with me, when you're also best friends and band mates with Louis Tomlinson, my former best friend, neighbour and crush!"
Fuck.
That's actually a pretty good excuse to be annoyed right now.
So she is the one he chased after. She is the one he cried over. She is his crush.
If Louis ever found out about the rest of my night at the frat house, he would be devastated and emotionally destroyed.
I'm so dead.
We spend the next few minutes in silence, with her out of breath from her speech and me shocked.
"I doubt this will make things any better, but he kinda likes you too."
Her eyes soften for a split second, before hardening again. "I highly doubt that," she scoffs.
"Honestly, he does. He was-"
"I don't wanna know," she sighs, waving me off before sitting back down, her face in her hands. I watch her intently as she covers her face with her hands, breathing deeply on purpose. "Don't speak of this to anyone, especially Louis," she looks me in the eye, as if to test whether or not my next answer will be truthful and reliable.
"I wasn't counting on it, " I mumble.
"Good," she nods once. After looking me up and down, she turns to the door with her polished heels in hand. "I'll leave you to...um..." she motions towards the crumpled black t-shirt on the shelf.
I mutter an "okay" before she heads towards the door.
"Hey," my voice stops her in her tracks. "I was just wondering...what's your name?"
She stays with her back towards me, her free hand resting on the door knob. "Skylar Rose."
And with that she left the closet, shutting the door behind her.
Well, I'm fucked.
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A/N: Hello! Hope you guys liked this little chapter... :)
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