The Wishing Wine [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Chapter 3 It Makes Sense, To Me..

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♡Harry's POV♥

I wake up hearing footsteps in the hallway. What? I didn't know Louis got home yesterday. Me and Louis live together but he didn't come home last night... or so I thought. 

I tried to go back to sleep when I kept hearing footsteps, then a thud. I get out of bed and come out of my room.

"Louis?" I say loud enough. He usually lets me know when he's home,  its unusual for him to not announce his presence. I make my way down the hallway and to the stairs where I heard the noise. I go all the way down and I then hear the door knob move so I look at the front entrance and lay my eye's on someone.

Someone who's not Louis..

A girl In a black dress with her back towards me with her hand on the door knob.

"Um Hello?" I say to to girl who hasn't moved, it's like she's frozen.

She turned around and I met her brown eyes staring into mine, I don't know her..

I look at the girl confused, how did she get in my house? I was going to ask but when I see blood on her forehead I choose to not just kick her out.

"A-are you ok?" I stutter, I just don't like seeing people hurt, I can't just tell her to leave.

"What?" she said confused.

"Y-your foreheads bleeding.. " I said awkwardly.

"Oh yeah.. it is.. so.. I'll just be leaving" She says and opens the door, I rush to her and put my hand on the door pushing it close so she doesn't leave, my hand above her head keeping it shut.

"Not in your condition" I say worried, I am NOT going to let a helpless hurt girl go outside like that without a bandage even if she's a stranger.

♡Stella's POV♥

"Y-your foreheads bleeding" Harry said in an awkward way.

"Oh yeah.. it is.. so.. I'll just be leaving", I was going to leave out the door but he shut the door before I could fully open it, his arm above my head against the door keeping it shut.

"Not in your condition" he says looking worried. Why is he worried?  shouldn't he call the cops or something?

"N-no thank you" I stutter. Gosh this is not how I'd like to meet Harry Styles.

"I don't think so, come on let me get that cleaned up" he grabs my arm and leads me away from the door and to the bathroom.

I lean against the sink and watch my idol look around the cabinets for ointment or something. He pulls out a bottle of alcohol,  some medicated cream, a large bandage, and a small white cloth or towel.

"I was wondering.. why is your forehead bleeding?" he asked disrupting the silence.

I look down,"I fell down your

stairs.."

"Oh.." is all he says. He puts the  cloth he got underwater before dabing my forehead with it, cleaning the blood up. He then puts alcohol on my wound which really stings, I wince and move away from him.

"It's the only way it won't get infected, I need to put alcohol to clean it" he explains sounding like a doctor. I groan and move towards him again to let him finish.  He puts some cream on my cuts and it makes it feel better, then he puts a big bandage on it for me.

"Thank you so much.. now can I leave?" I ask.  I actually would like to stay with him, but then he'd ask me why I am here in his house and how an I supposed to explain that I just magically woke up in his house?

"Nope", he shook his head"not without an explanation miss.. "

"It's Stella, Stella Santiago"

"Alright, Stella.. care to explain why you are in my house?" he asked the question I feared the most.

"Um.. I.. uh.. you see.. I don't exactly know.." I said honestly.

"Oh well thanks, the sums it up, it's all clear now" he says sarcastically.

"Look, I just kinda woke up here in a room upstairs ok?" I say being completely honest.

"How did you find out where I live.. " he says, and I can't believe it.. my idol thinks I'm a creep. A stalker.

"I don't know" I looked down shrinking from his intence stare.

He sighs and puts a hand threw is famous curls,"What do you know?"

What should I say to that? All I know is I drank yesterday, I made a wish, I blacked out,  I woke up, I went home,  I fell asleep. . so what can I do with this information?

I widen my eyes as realization hits me..

This was supposed to happen..

My wish.. it came true! Not in the way I wanted to but it came true I just met HARRY STYLES. It was the wine!

Ok this all makes sense now! Well not really because it's pretty much impossible for such things to happen. This is impossible.. how the fuck..

I don't believe in magic but there is no other way to find out why I didn't just end up in my bed this morning like I should have. Instead I wake up in Harry's house.. why his house? because I wished for it. Well I actually wished to met him today but I wasn't specific.. so yeah it makes sense now.

It only makes sense for me though.

"So what do you remember?" Harry asks again bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Oh well.. a, I remember drinking yesterday," I said then came up with an idea of what to tell him, "so I drank yesterday and after that I don't remember,  I ended up here. I think the reason I can't remember what brought me here is because I drank to much"

"Yeah but you said you woke up here?"

"Yeah in a room upstairs.. "

"But even if you came to my house yesterday night,  there's no way you could have gotten in my house without a key.. "

"Like I said, I drank to much so I don't know what happened or how I got in. And I'm so sorry for disturbing you. Thanks for your aid and thanks for not calling the cops on me... "

"Who said I wasn't going to call the cops on you?" Harry said with a seriously stern, face.

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DUN DUN DUN!

Oh shit is he going to call the cops?

Damn.. very eventful morning for them both.