Secret Affair (Harry Styles)

Chapter Ten

Marissa's P.O.V

I groan and turn over so my stomach were laying flat on my bed. My head was pounding, I bury my face in my pillow groaning. My head literally hurts.

I turn over again only to fell of the bed. "Shit" I curse as my face came contact with the hard wooden floor. I groan again and shut my eyes. I was now laying on the floor with the sheets still covering my body. My body.

My eyes widened as I look under the sheets. I sighed in relief when my dress was still on. What the heck happened last night? I didn't do anything naughty, do I?

I sighed and shut my eyes. The brightness of my room was not helping with my hungover. Stupid hungover.

I shouldn't have drink that much.

I massage my forehead but when I stopped. The pain comes back again. I sighed heavily and stood up from the floor. I roll the sheets and let it on the bed.

I gasp as I saw my features on the mirror. My hair was sticking everywhere and my brown eyes were now red. I look like hell.

Love drunk. My subconscious said, I ignore her and head downstairs leaving my door wide open.

I walk to the kitchen and open the cupboard and saw some advil, I sighed in relief and grab the medicine. I get a cup and put the Advil in my mouth.

I cough as I reach out for the glass. Shit, I forgot to fill it with water.
I spit out the medicine and hurried to the sink and stuck my tongue out to the flowing water. Stupid me.

When the bitterness is gone I groan as I look at the Advil on the floor. My head was pounding as I pick it up from the floor and throw it in the trashcan.

What am I going to do now? That's the last Advil. I said to myself as I lean on the counter beside me.

Where is Harry and Liz anyways?

My question were answered when I saw a note on the fridge. I walk to it and grab the note reading it out loud.

'Honey, me and Harry have work today! I guess you have a hungover so I leave an Advil on the second cupboard. But I didn't cook breakfast because were running late. There's a money on you're drawer. Take Care

Love, Liz and Haz xx'

Haz? Is that Harry's nickname? I laugh to myself as I head upstairs and into my room.

So I'm going to Starbucks then.

***

I entered the Cafe only to be greeted by the smell of coffee. I inhale the aroma as my stomach make an annoying sound.

I walk to the counter and approach the girl. I smiled at her and she squealed eyes widening. I furrow my eyebrows and cleared my throat.

"Oh my god! You're Harry Styles daughter!" she yelled in excitement. My mouth hang open.

"H-how do you knew me?" I ask stuttering.

"You're the daughter of Harry Styles! Of course every part of this world knew you! You're pretty!" Then it hits me, Harry is in a band. He's famous. I nod realizing as I smile at her.

"Can I please take a picture?" she ask sweetly, I laugh and nod at the girl. She pulled her phone out and we smile at the camera. She thanks me as she hugs me which I gladly accept.

We pulled away as I send her a friendly smile "Whats you're name? I really want to get to know you. You're literally a nice girl" I compliment her as her eyes sparkle in amusement. "I'm Blaire"