Stacy's P.O.V
I groaned, waking up as my alarm clock went off. It was not a good idea to go clubbing on a Wednesday night. Like serisouly who does that shit? Oh yeah, we did. The flat was quiet and dark.
My room especially, was freezing cold and the bedroom door was opened. I looked around, seeing a massive lump in my bed laying next to me. A body. I started to panick as I slowly looked down at myself, seeing my body was naked, and hickeys forming.
I gasped, jumping out of bed, only to fall off and right on my ass, making the lump in my bed shift slightly, moaning. I felt my lady part throb a little and knew that I definately had sex last night. Every time I have sex, that happeneds the day after for about an hour or two.
Oh no, drunken random sex with a random guy. What could be worse than that?
Apparently God has a very cruel sense of humor as he answered my question. What could be worse?
Drunken random sex with Harry, that's what.
"Stacy?" he whispered, sitting up in bed as I stayed put on the floor, not even bothering to cover myself. "Styles." I replied.
He looked confused before looking down at himself seeing he was naked also. His gaze snapped back to my naked body before returning to his and his eyes continued to dart back and forth before realization hit him.
Well it was about time retard.
"Oh shit." he whispered, shaking his head. "Shit shit shit shit." he repeated, getting out of bed and standing up, I stood up also, trying to look anywhere but Harry's eyes. And well his naked body. Because I mean...damn.
"GOD DAMMIT!" he yelled, pulling at his curls. Not the curls!
I ran over to him, taking his arms. "Harry, stop." I ordered, ignoring my splitting headache. He seriously looked distressed. "Im so sorry Stace. I'll take the blame, I didnt know it was you at the club. If I did I wouldnt hav- shit!" he rambled, yelling the last part.
I pressed a finger to his lips, shutting him up. "There's no blame. We both had a part in it. It wasnt cheating, Niall and I arent together anymore, we havent been for awhile now Haz. I...i dont..." I paused, sighing. "I dont regret sleeping with you." I admitted.
Harry looked very suprised. "Really?" he asked. I nodded. I dont regret it.
"I regret not being able to remember it right now, but I dont regret it." I smiled, trying to make the air a little lighter. Harry let out a shakey laugh, showing me that I did. He engulfed me in a hug to which I smiled and obliged to.
I really enjoyed it, that is until I felt Harry get hard and realized that we are still naked. "Uh Haz." I said to which he replied 'Hmm?'
"We're still naked." I said, but he didnt let go, not that I wanted him to. I actually secretly liked it. "You're talking to the wrong one Stace. You know I love being naked." he laughed. I laughed also, hugging him tighter.
We seperated a little, looking into each other's eyes. Harry licked his lips before slowly leaning in. I found myself doing the same, but this time we didnt stop. Infact, this time we ended up back in the bed.
Harry's P.O.V
Having sex with Stacy, this time both of us sober, I realized. I realized how much I still love Stacy. How much I missed being able to kiss her and wrap my arms around her and call her mine.
I mean, we were good together right? Before we broke up, all the happy times, they were great right?
Maybe she feels the same way.
