Set Fire To The Rain **EDITING**

Chapter 6 - Brave

CHAPTER 6

**HARRY’S POV**

I wake up with a throbbing headache, sore muscles, bruises or hickeys all over me and a random girl sleeping beside me in a random room. Just the perfect way to start a Sunday morning…  I groan and get up from the makeshift bed of cushions and sheets to see myself in the mirror.

I snicker slightly to myself as I see my hair. It is like the definition of bed hair and… sex hair. Great, I have sex hair, oh the joy. Now practically everyone will know that I had a fun time last night. Well I can’t stop tradition. I cram a beanie on my head and leave the room, trying to make my way to breakfast.

I see a blonde walking down the corridor away from me, dressed in ripped, white skinny jeans, a grey shirt, grey beanie and grey Ugg boots. Her hair swings free, glinting in the strong late morning sunlight.

I wonder if she has the same idea as me? If she sleeps with someone, on comes the beanie. Another person joins her, a brunette. I now know exactly who it is. Alana Patterson. She quickly turns a corner and I can see that she didn’t escape the trials of a hangover, though the sunglasses cover up the worst of it.

I hear her warm, melodic voice contrasted with the tiredness in her tone. I feel something stir in my stomach at the sound of it. No, don’t you dare emotions. I only should see her with lust, nothing else nothing more.

The only reason I’m attracted to her is because she is different from the other girls I have met. More… of a fighter. More stubborn. Refuses to give in to my charms, even though they will only win her over in time.

“Morning girls” I say, Kate turns around and the only reaction from Alana is the quickened pace in her footsteps, the bowing of the head.

“Someone had a good time last night” she remarks, smirking. I grin back at her lazily

“Suppose so” I hear a cough from the distance that suspiciously sounds like ‘sleeping around’ from Alana. Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t blush. I repeat to myself over and over like a chant. Like that’s going to help. I still do.

“More than I can say to you” I rudely retort to her, Alana spins around, eyes flashing to a dangerous black in anger. I actually got a good reaction from her. I smirk; I knew that it would happen soon. Kate bites her lip and runs over to her, grabbing her arm, pulling her away from me. She looks down-right murderous.

“You have no idea Styles” she growls and leaves me hanging there, standing in the hallway looking after her. What does she mean by that? Something stirs in the back of my mind from last night, when she talked to me.

“Fun time last night Harold?” Louis asks me, coming from behind the door

“Hmm?” I question him, he points to my beanie

“You know, you should really get into a long term relationship with someone instead of one night stands” he gently scolds

“Where’s the fun in that?” I ask him absent-mindedly but secretly my eyes are searching for that golden flash of hair.

**ALANA’S POV**

“Come on Ali, you have to eat something!” Kate cries, I half-heartedly nibble on a piece of toast slathered in marmalade. I just can’t get that boy out of my mind… and because I way too much to drink last night.

She gives me a sympathetic look and starts looking for my brother who was supposed to meeting us here. I graze my eyes over the restaurant and see a group of 5 guys, one of which being Styles.

Oh dear God, why haven’t you answered my prayers? I never wanted to see this boy ever again in my life. Once was enough, twice was torture, three times was starting to kill me, four times I’m nearly dead, five times I am dead.