Meant to be?

3. The Audi R8

NEW COVER! YAY! HAHA!

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Janna Sofia Carter

Hangover was the last thing I needed right now.

Possibly, not even needed right now.

I woke up with a huge banging headache, all the while trying to ask myself how the hell did I end up in a very comfy bed when all I could remember was that...

Then it came back. The hotel, the unit, the party, the hug and my man. Harry Styles.

I put my hands over my mouth as I fought the urged to scream. Holy sticks! I was with the One Direction and Harry, Harry hugged me and even bet with me.

WE TALKED.

WE LAUGHED.

Holy sticks.

I sat on the bed as I tried to contain the rapid beating of my heart.

I was in a very neat room. Gray wallpaper walls, the blinds on the window were drawn and the only light in the room was the soft yellow light in the bed stand, creating a cool and serene atmosphere around. The right side of the room near in what I would assume as the bathroom was a suitcase of clothes, which looks like hastily packed and being dumped repeatedly. On its side was a makeshift hamper, (which as to say paperbags) was full of dirty clothes. I looked for my phone, it wasn't on my pocket. I looked at the bed stand, and yeah there goes my phone.

There were notifications on twitter. I was tempted to check it out but I was still deranged and possibly not even curious because my head was really banging big time.

I jumped out of bed causing myself to be dizzy. I landed on the floor with a thud. Ouch. I was still wondering who owns the bed and then I noticed, for the first time, the blue shirt which was neatly folded on the end of the bed.

I got up and started to rubbed my butt. Cursing under my breath as I looked whose the shirt was. There was a note,

Hey, I figured you might want to change. I did tell you I was gonna lend you a shirt so if you ever feel like, just use this,

Harry x.

My heart stopped. Harry? My Harry freakin goddamn Styles lend this to me?!

Oh where are the rainbows? The pot of gold! I feel like I'm in cloud nine.

I had the urged to scream again. I looked at the shirt and smell, he smelled fresh and so... manly. It smelt just like him. Without hesitating, I changed my shirt from his. Hey, you would too!

It was so quiet. I've met the boys so I didn't think mornings would be quiet in here. I peeked outside and listen. No sounds. With a huff, I made my way through the living room.

It was still eerily quiet. I was actually debating on myself to just stay in the room and pretend to sleep and wait for them to come around but I realized how stupid would that be, then I heard the telly, the commercial was playing.

On the sofa, someone sat. His hair was the only thing I could see, tufts of curly hair.

"Ha-Harry?" I stuttered. Damn the stutter.

He turned and by gods, he looked at me in the eye. I stood rigidly, my heart picking its pace.

He smiled tersely. "Hey, I'm glad you're awake. There is breakfast on the kitchen if you feel like eating." he said his voice huskily low, then went back to his watching.

I didn't feel like eating. I just wanted to be with Harry.

Now that I was over my shyness yesterday, I was ready to talk to Harry, to ogle over him.