No Rules

Chapter 3

Kaite's POV*

This room is too bright. I swear Amy put up those curtains the night before I left to the club. I open my eyes and immediately regret it. But something doesn't seem right so I slightly open them again, making sure to not make my migraine any worse. I look down at my legs which are covered with a pair of red and black plaid boxers, and my top half is blanketed by a black t-shirt. When I fully open my eyes, the couch I am sleeping on is black leather, this is definitely not mine it looks way too expensive. slowly I sit up holding my head in my hands trying to remember what happened last night, and figure out where I am.

"Oh your up. That's good, I made you some coffee I figured it might help with your hangover." I jump at the sound of a deep raspy British voice. squinting my eyes I look over to a tall boy wearing nothing but a pair of briefs holding two cups of coffee.

My eyes shift up and down his toned body and I silently high five myself. If only I could remember what happened. He hands me the cup of coffee and sits inches away from me on the couch hanging his arm over the top. I turn to him slightly but keep my head down.

"So how was last night?" I ask. If I get some answers from him I might be able to remember at least some of it. He looks at me and laughs but he's frowning.

"You don't remember anything, do you?" He shakes his head, "I should have known better." He starts to stand up but I lightly grab his arm to sit him back down again.

"Trust me, if I feel sore then I know something good happened. I just need a little refresher. I was drunk you know." I give a reassuring smile and he smiles back revealing a dimple on his cheek. And im starting to feel bad. Taking in his body one more time makes me wish I wasn't as drunk as I was.

"Well I went to serve you a drink and..." he stops mid sentence like he is scared.

"Its ok, I really want to hear what happened." I try to be serious, but looking at his eyes is making me feel a bit giddy.

"Well you, you asked me if I knew this guy," I frown a little but keep listening.

"and I told you about him and who he was and you bought a drink for him, and I guess it kind of just went from there."

Harry's POV*

I watch as her once glowing smile fades to confusion and possibly a bit of sadness. I feel so terrible lying to her, but last night it felt kind of special. I don't know, its stupid. I feel like one of those girls in the romance movies who just met a guy and have this whole picture in their head what everything will be like.

I tell her that he was being an asshole and she asked me to drive her home but she fell asleep in the car and that she didn't tell me where she lived, so I had no safer option then to bring her here. when she asked me about why she was sore I told her there was some ice and she slipped on it and that's most likely why she is hurting.

she bites her lip in thought and looks at me, but I cant tell the emotion behind her eyes. Slowly she moves closer to me and I have a spark of hope that she will kiss me and spend the day with me when she leans right past my face and wraps her arms around my shoulders. This works too.

"Thank you. I wont lie, I kind of wish that I had sex with you because you must know your pretty damn sexy" She whispers into my ear and I cough.

She throws her head back in laughter and I cant help but laugh along. She crosses her legs on the couch and I'm guessing she isn't going anywhere soon.

She looks over at me with thought deep in her eyes.

"What is it?" I quietly ask.

"This is going to sound really bad, but um what is your name again?" She looks ashamed, so I laugh and hold out my hand,

"Harry Styles, nice to meet you,"

"Kaite, Kaite Collins." She says extending her arm to meet my hand.

Looking me directly in the eyes, she smiles and for once since I have met her shy's away

Kaite's POV*

 God dammit, those emerald eyes are burning into me and I want to slap myself for not choosing him over some scum bag asshole. He sits silently in thought after releasing my hand. I bite my lip and focus down on my coffee, inhaling the sweet and always welcoming scent after a long night at the club. My feet are sore and all my muscles are tense I need a shower now.

I look at him as his long fingers tap on his knee and he looks straight ahead, and strangely the silence is far from awkward.

"Would you mind if I use your shower, it would be great." I say quietly trying not to disturb his thoughts.

He turns his head slightly barely meeting my eyes and nods his head pointing his arm in the direction of the bathroom. I look at down at my mug once more and head to the shower.

As I let my arms fall at my sides he grabs my hand gently and looks up at me apologetically,

"The uh, the towels are in the closet beside the bathroom. And sorry, I'm  just tired." he sighs.

I know there was something else he wanted to say, I could see it behind his eyes. I ignore the fighting urge to lean over and kiss the blank expression off of this mans face, I mean I hardly know him.

I smile at him instead and walk towards the bathroom. Turning the water as far on the hot side as it will go, I take a look in the mirror and run my hand over the wild mess of brown hair on top of my head.

"What the hell?" On my collar bone are bright purple marks covering the skin, and most are still sensitive. I don't feel like thinking about some random creep touching me when there is a sweet, brown haired, green eyed, beautiful boy sitting on the couch outside this bathroom.

I take off the remainder of my clothes and slide through the shower curtains, my body is quickly rewarded by the burning water and I sink into my own world thinking about last nights club experience.

I run the bar of white soap across my arm, and jump when I hear a slight knocking at the door.

"Yes?" I say timidly. Harrys voice floods the bathroom and the ends of my mouth lift slowly.

"Its just me. Kaite, I need to tell you something. Something about last night."