DUO || Harry Styles

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D. Lipa

My mind is all over the place. The last remnants of my slumber are ruined by the pounding of my head and my dreams are being chased away by the reality of it all. I am awake again and the day has begun. I could barely remember what the dream was, a little something about everything. I attempted to recollect, but as fast as I try, the details were fading. With a small sigh, I become aggravated by my brain's inability to focus and cautiously open one eye. The bright spring sunlight cuts the hotel suite in half and dust-motes dance in the wall of light. I pulled the thick white comforter up over my head to keep it out. It's not going to work, my brain is awake now and already worrying about the tasks of today.

Sleepily, I take it one leg at a time as I force myself out of bed. The cold tile alerts my bladder and urges me to get to the bathroom. I needed to pee. I felt at my head. I needed an Advil too. My long legs led me to the toilet, and when done, my body flooded with a sensation of relief. My hands balled up into fists and rubbed my tired eyes, standing before the mirror now. I went to the sink in search for my Lavender Dream hand soap, but in its spot was a can of Axe spray. Alined against the countertop was a variety of more, how would I say, masculine items. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and knelt down to the cabinets.

Razor kit, shaving cream, body wash, Old Spice?

Before I could connect the pieces of my newfound dots, shuffling and soft groans sounded from the bedroom.

What the hell was that?

My hands wrapped around the Axe spray and clutched tightly as I peered out the door in attempt to investigate. There was a body entangled in the sheets, hogging up the bed that I noticed wasn't my own. I had no idea who awaited me there, but I knew I wouldn't find out by standing here. Lightly tip toeing out of the bathroom, I bit down on my bottom lip and pushed my dark hair out of my face. I inched closer and closer, trying to recall the events of last night but not able to do so.

Wait, was that my dress? My heels?

"What the hell did you do, Dua?" I whispered, mentally kicking myself over a thousand and one times.

Bam!

I fell flat on my face tripping over a damned suitcase and the Axe spray rolled over and under the bed.

The body moved around some more and revealed a full head of disheveled brown hair. It aided in my new decision — I did not need to know who it was. My hands grabbed at my heels then my dress before my feet scattered to get to the door.

"Trying to leave me already, love?"

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

I froze. The voice was raspy and groggy, thick with an english accent. It ran through my entire body due to its familiarity. Who was it? Slowly but bravely, I turned my head and as soon as I did so, I dropped my things in shock.

I let out a scream that formed from deep in my gut, and Harry fell out of the bed, completely baffled. "What is — Is that my Axe?" He questioned. When he stood once more, he now had the spray in a hand, the other in his hair. "Why were you screaming?"

Then his eyes met mine and widened in horror, his mouth rigid and open, facial expression matching my own.

He'd finally realized who I was. Jeez, it only took forever.