Speculation

Only Angel

February 2013

"Come on Townes, you're almost 19. It's a totally acceptable dress!" Naomi assures me, I tug down the hem of my dress as we walk down our hotel hallway.

"Yea, acceptable if I want to look like a fucking who-oh shit." I interrupt myself and stop dead in my tracks.

"Is that?"

"Yea, it is." I answer just as he looks at me, he had a towel slung low on his hips and was pounding on the hotel room door.

"Louis this isn't fucking funny man." He spits in his British drawl. "Can you guys help me?" He asks sheepishly.

"I've gotta go but she'll help!" Naomi chirps then runs for the elevators before I could even react.

Well shit.

"I'm Harry." He says as he walks towards me, he holds his hand out while the other secures his goods from being on full display.

"I know." I reply indifferently not wanting to fawn over him like the fangirl I have inside would. "I'm Townes." I add as I go to shake his hand, he instead brings it up to his lips with a flirty wink.

Shivers shoot up my arm from where our hands met, it was unlike nothing I had ever experienced before. "What a unique name for such a beautiful woman." He exclaims with a cheeky grin that made me week in the knees, I found myself drowning in his deep green eyes as he coughs. "So uh, help?" He asks pushing his hair back.

"Oh yea, of course. What do you need?" I ask.

"Can I go to your room and try to reach the guys?"

"Sure, it's this way." I reply before turning around and leading him down the hall, Harry follows a ways behind me as I feel his gaze on my back.

"Didn't your mom ever tell you it was rude to stare?" I tease looking over my shoulder at him as I put my key in.

"My mum never prepared me for someone as stunning as you." He replies with a genuine smile, I find myself biting my lip as I gaze down his body but am snapped out of it by the squeals of adoring fans looking for their room.

"That was a close one." I say as I shut the door.

"Tell me about it, I'm going to fucking kill Louis." He mumbles.

Why is it so hot when he curses?

"Answer the fucking phone." Harry huffs before slamming it down. "Sorry about that." He says quietly.

"It's fine." I reply as I suddenly realize I am alone with a naked popstar, all that keeps me from seeing his dick is a towel around his waist.

"You ok there love? You look a bit woozy." Harry says as he approaches me, he reaches out to touch my arm but me being the awkward fuck I am pull away and end up tripping over my heels. Harry wraps his arms around me to keep me upright.

"I fucking hate heels." I mutter as I stand up.

"Turn around?"

"What? Why?" I ask looking at him.

Oops.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." I say as I cover my eyes and turn around.

Why was he hard though? Holy shit he's big.

"It's fine love, nothing you've never seen before I'm sure." He says as he picks up his towel, I turn towards him narrowing my eyes as he fastens his towel around his waist.