More Than A Hangover (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter Three

                                                               CHAPTER THREE

I wiggled back into my tight,navy blue dress with shame. How could I not remember anything? Normally, I could remember everything, from homework to the last place I put my cell phone. Mabey it was the alcohol? Yeah, it was the alcohol fucking up my memory. "You ready?" Harry questioned with a hint of anger in his voice. I nodded slowly, removing myself from the white, cotton sofa. 

We both walked down to the elevator in scilence. Not a word was said. After about five minutes, the golden doors slid open, revealing a paradise. Gold furniture was perfectly scattered throughout the room, Medieval paintings of old fairy tales covered the walls. Candles dusted with gold, glittered throughout the room, casting a glow,creating shadows. 

Right as we were about to exit the hotel doors, to enter the world of Vegas again, a tall blonde girl dressed in some type of uniform came running up to us. "Thank you for your stay,enjoy Germany!" she gleefully cheered,her accent thick. Harry immediatly turned around, "what do you mean "Germany"?" He stuttered. The girl gave us a confused look, as if we were on drugs. "Your in Germany.." she cautiously replied,looking from me to Harry. 

I could feel my jaw drop to the floor. What the fuck did she mean we are in fucking Germany? How did we get from the states, to Europe? The questions were eating me alive. I began to fiddle with a piece of my hair, worried about what would happen next. 

Harry looked like he was in shock, his face looked washed out, his eyes became a dark grey. "What do we do?" I hissed, putting my arms onto my hips. "I guess I'll get us a cab and we'll go to the airport" he replied, opening a brown leather wallet. His eyes grew huge. "What?" I asked cautiously. "I don't have money, or my licence.." He trailed off. 

"Oh my god, shoot me now!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. I grabbed out my cell phone, to call Lailani for mercy. It wouldn't turn on. 

"Erm, try using your phone, mine died" I shamefully replied

He grabbed out a fancy Iphone four s, and started dialing a number. "Hey Mark, it's Harry. I need a plane home, because I might have ended up in Germany with a girl. Mark, you don't understand, please,no don't hang up I'm sorry!" He screamed into the small device. "What did this 'Mark' say?" I asked, sitting next to him on the fancy red couch. "He said it was all my fault, I have only a week to get home, then my phone died" he thoughtfully replied, looking staright into my eyes. 

So here we are, married, no money, no clue who we are and stranded in a different country,with a time limit,and no way home.

This callls for Mission Impossible.

A/N: HEY GUYS! I hope you liked this chapter. So much suspence :0 Anywaays, can you guys do me a favor and tell more people about this story? Gracias Chicas Xx