The Reinvention of Harry Styles (Completed)

Chapter 44

Molly awoke in Gemma's guest bed with a groan and covered her head with a pillow. They had ended up drinking quite a bit yesterday. Yet, now Molly had a hangover, and she dared not move in case it sent the room spinning again.

Despite this, her buzzing phone forced her out of bed much earlier than she would have wished. She had dozens of texts from Alexa and Lily gushing about the new pictures of Harry from last night, and some cryptic lyrics he had tweeted. Molly read through the messages in their group chat (most of them were between Alexa and Lily) to figure out what the heck was going on.

L: OH MY GOD!!! IS THAT THE SECRET GIRLFRIEND??

A: IM SCREAMING!!!

L: and the tweet?!?!?!!?

A: RIGHT? LIKE WTF HARRY!!!

L: he's sending mixed signals I cAN't tAkE It!!!!

This continued for about 20 more texts which Molly skimmed through, before checking out the 'cryptic lyric tweet' in question.

M: Guys that's a line from Niall's On My Own, he's probably just being supportive of his friend

A: I know!!! He's saying he's on his own, like, he's single, yet then he dances with this girl all night and buys her like 7 drinks???

M: what

Molly's heart started to race and she felt sick -and it wasn't from the hangover. He bought her 7 drinks? And they danced all night? To the- Molly stopped herself from thinking the words 'the best song ever', since this was not the time for quoting One Direction lyrics.

L: Yes OMG he paid her whole bar tab for the night and then they danced for like an hour, and she was all over him! He didn't seem to mind it too much ; )

Molly again thought she was going to puke, and tried to keep her head on straight. 'I'll just text Harry, and he'll tell me what really happened. Who knows where Alexa and Lily heard this?'

Molly opened tumblr and sure enough, those pictures where everywhere, along with countless rumors that this was the 'secret girlfriend' Daisy had accidentally mentioned. Molly rolled her eyes at their speculation, but still felt very uneasy about the situation, and called Harry. When he didn't pick up, Molly dragged herself downstairs to find Gemma.

"Good morning, luv," Gemma said almost teasingly. "You look like a mess."

"Thanks, I feel like it too." Molly groaned as she sat at the table.

"Coffee?" Gemma offered, but poured Molly a cup anyway.

"Please." Molly took a deep breath, added some milk to her coffee, and sighed. "What was your brother up to last night?"

"How should I know? I'm not his keeper," Gemma laughed, until she saw the worried look in Molly's eyes. "Why? What has he done."

"I don't know, nothing probably," Molly shrugged and took a sip of coffee. "He went to a club with Adam and Sarah in Stockholm, got pretty drunk, and danced with a random girl all night."

Gemma didn't say anything, she just sighed disappointedly and shook her head. "He really knows how to mess up a good thing."

"I can't even imagine what he was thinking?!?" Molly nearly wailed, but tried to keep calm. She wasn't sure if she was mad or sad or, like Gemma, disappointed. Like, maybe she had been expecting this all along?

Gemma reached across the table to place her hand gently on Molly's arm. "I'm sure he has an explanation of some sorts, so don't jump to conclusions before you've heard his side of the story. Have you tried calling him?"