I'm getting my starbucks coffee when I hear awful screaming outside. I look around to see if something happened and all I see is couple of security guards trying to push someone in.
He must be famous, I think to myself. I hope it's someone handsome, like Austin Butler or Justin Bieber. I stare at the person who looks really familiar.
"Oh fuck thats Harry?" I whisper to myself as my heart drops on the floor. Looking down I mumble "shit."
"Alison Golden?" The starbucks lady calls.
"Yeah that's me" I bite my lip, getting my coffee as I look at Harry who is already looking at me, smirking. I quickly look away, making my way to the exit when I strong hand grabs me.
"Don't tell me you didn't miss me babe" a deep, raspy voice said, and I knew immediately that it was Harry's.
Biting my lip, I look at him. "I maybe missed your dick, not you" I say back at him, playing it cool.
Okay now you're thinking wtf, why did she say that? But before Harry became that famous, we went to school together. And making long story short, we became fuckbuddies. It's been about 2 years since I saw him the last time. When he went to x-factor and didn't come back.
So know you maybe understand that it's pretty awkward meeting him. Because, you know we have had sex.
"We should meet up" he said, still with that stupid smirk on his face.
"You mean hook up?" I giggle as he nods. "Uh, I mean.. I don't think it's a good idea.."
"I promise it'll be fun" he says.
"Ough okay" I say sighing quietly.
"I have your number babe, I'll call you" he says winking at me and walking to the counter.
"Yeah bye" I just say, walking out of starbucks. What the hell was I getting myself into. Okay okay, it's been 2 years since I last saw him so it's okay if I visit him, but nothing can happen. Like I'm not having sex with him, since he just left and didn't even bother to text me or call after that. Ough, I fucking hate him.
I open the door of my apartment, putting the cup down and throwing my big purse away on the floor. Sighing I lay down on my bed. "Well, that was unexpected" I mumble to myself, picking my phone up, noticing that I have 1 new text message.
From: Sex-machine
"Come by 'Hotel Bel-air' tonight, 4th floor, room 230, i'll be waiting babe ;)"
Oh I got to change that name, I think to myself. I mean it's not like we're friends with benefits anymore so, even though he sounds like it, we're not. Not ever again.
I change his name quickly to just simple 'Harry'
To: Harry.
"I'll be there, but don't expect some monkey business. okay?"
I look at the clock and it's nearly 8pm, I quickly stand up. I need to get ready. Opening my closet I pick out black skinny jeans and a white short shirt, so you can see my stomach a bit. I run my fingers through my brown long hair, looking into the mirror.
I don't need to look good, I'm only going to see Harry, but in case the other boys of that band will be there, I'll put on a mascara and red lipstick.
I walk out of my apartment, going into my car and turning up the radio. What the fuck am I doing?!
