Breathe

"I Made Her Do It"

"You're going to catch flies if you leave your mouth open like that." He poked fun at my astonishment.

"Yeah, and you're going to receive a restraining order, if you keep up this stalking." I poked back.

"Me? Stalking?", he stated in mock disbelief, "If anything, my friend, you, are the stalker here. You just couldn't get enough of me back at the airport, huh?"

With a small smile I replied, "Actually, I have had more than enough of, 'The Great Harry Styles', for today."

I turned and headed for the safety of my hotel room.

"Wait!", Harry called.

"I THINK I HEARD HIM. THIS WAY!" A high pitched voice screamed from outside the hotel.

As Harry mumbled a few swears, I laughed and waited to see why he called me back.

"Don't move." He said and rushed inside back inside his room.

Then, before I could believe my eyes, hundreds of girls flooded to the back of the hotel.

How the fuck did they even get into the pool area? That can not be legal. However, totally understandable, Harry is such a fine piece of...

"Hey! Miss me?"

A scream escaped my lips. My heart pounded as I coughed violently.

In between gasps for air I managed, "How on Earth did you get in here? I may have to switch to a higher security hotel!"

I silently prayed that Harry didn't just hear what I was thinking about him. Crazy, but better crazy, than sorry.

"I'm Harry Styles," he replied slyly. "And I still don't know your name..."

"LOOK THERE HE IS," a voiced screeched. We'd or should I say, he'd been spotted.

Harry grabbed me by he arm and pulled my inside, sliding the door shut.

I sat down on the bed, out of breath.

"You should go." I said. "I don't even know you."

"Of course you do. I'm Peter, we dated a while back."

"No," I wheezed. "I'm serious, just because you're famous doesn't mean I should just let you waltz into my hotel room. I don't really know you."

Harry's eyes darted around uncomfortably, and then settled on my face.

"Sorry, Superstar. Maybe we ca-" I started. An abrupt knock on the door stopped me mid-sentence.

"Er, uh, Harry? Are you in there?" A muffled voice called through the door. "We, er, have to go now."

Harry's eyes widened as he glanced down at his watch. "I was really hoping to get to know you better." He sighed. "You must come to our concert. I insist."

He made his way to the door. "Couldn't we do something less...extreme? How about a cup of coffee?"

"That sounds perfect, unfortunately, we have rehearsal all day tomorrow and I can't wait longer than a day to see you again. Please come." He pleaded, opening the door.

"C'mon, Harry, we're going to be la- oh? Hello. I didn't mean to interrupt anything." He reached for my hand and brought it to his mouth for a quick kiss. "I'm Niall."

I blushed, unsure of how to react properly and looked over at Harry. He simply rolled his eyes.

"I still don't know your name." Harry said.

"Damn, Harry, you had a quickie with the poor girl and didn't even bother to learn her name?" Niall commented, while a sneaky smile appeared on his face.

Harry's face flushed red. "It's not like that." He argued.

I wonder how many girls he's been with? He's famous after all...

"I'm Bl-"

"Boys! Let's go. You're going to be late for your interview. Actually, you're going to be later than you already are. You should've left ten minutes ago." The woman that Harry was with at the airport stormed down the hall towards us.

"Look, don't cause a scene and wait. You again? Are you going to cause problems because I will-" "No, she's a friend." Harry intervened, saving me from her rage.

"Very well then, you can all catch up later."

She pushed Niall and Harry down the narrow hall and made a comment about how they were all going to get in trouble, now.

"Call me!" Harry shouted over his shoulder. "Me too!" Niall winked.

"She doesn't have your number, idiot."

I watched as another sneaky smile formed on Niall's face, "I stuck a post-it note to her door."

"You little" Harry started.

"Little what, go on, say it." Niall encouraged.

Their voices faded away as the got into the elevator and I stood in the doorway of my hotel room.

What even just happened?

Confused and feeling the need to talk to someone about all that had happened, I phoned Karly.

"Hello? Did someone die? What's wrong?" A tired sounding Karly answered her cell.

"Oh, fuck, I'm sorry. I forgot about the stupid time zones and shit."

"Jesus, swear a little more." Karly said laughing.

"I miss you already, Karls."

"It's barely been a day. You need to man up, woman."

"Karly. Can we be serious for a second?"

"Of course. What's up?"

"Well...I just met Harry Styles and he asked me to go to his concert tomorrow night and I don't want to rush anything, not that there's anything to rush. But, ugh, I'm a huge ball of emotions, right now. I know he's probably been with a lot of girls and I don't want to just be added to the list, but I also don't want to jump into anything, ya know? Like, I just met the guy, he's hot, but that's all I know about him and I could just really use some BFF advice right now. I'm sorry for waking you, I really need to get my shit together."

"Bla-"

"Actually, disregard everything I just said. I shouldn't have brought it up. It was really stupid of me, of course I can't go, this is how people get kidnapped. I literally met him a couple hours ago. I don't kno-"

"BLAKE" Karly screamed. "Listen to me. You are one of the best human beings I know. Go. Have some fun. Get to know Harry freaking Styles better. And you know what? So what if he just wants to fuck? I'll have t-shirts made. One for you that says, "I Did the Nasty with Harry Styles." and one for me that says, "I Made Her Do It.""

I smiled into the phone receiver. "Fine. I'll go."

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Adding an author's note because I have no fucking idea what to title this chapter and if anyone has suggestions, not that anyone reads my shit anyway, that would be gr8. Thank you :-)