Harry Styles - short stories & one shots (mature)

Just one night, part 2/3

When I woke up I felt like I would explode. The headache was banging in my head, and I felt like I could throw up by the slightest movement.

How did I got home? Walked? Taxi?.. Mark?

I remembered in my foggy mind a guy.. Not Mark.. but another guy.

Did I sleep with him? And if I did.. was it good?

My thoughts were stopped by a certain feeling in my stomach and I rushed to the toilet to empty my stomach.. Which I did many times the night before by looking at my hair and clothes.

I spent the day in bed while drinking Coca Cola and eating chips. I decided to take a shower to et rid of the smell, and afterwards I threw my sweatpants and an old t-shirt with holes in it, on.

As I watched The Lion King, there was suddenly a knock on the door. I felt as my stomach started to complain, not in a 'I'll throw up way'.. More like in a 'Is this Mark? Way'. As I made my way to the front door I felt my body shaking and my throat getting dry. My eyes started to water and I suddenly realized that I'd totally forgotten about our breakup the night before. My eyes widen as I opened the door and was met with a pair of deep, beautiful green eyes

Who the fuck is this guy?.. And why is he so hot? I've seen him before.. but where?

"Hi. I wanted to see if you were alive after last night.", he smiled at me as his hand ran through his dark curls.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't make a sound. Which meant there was an awkward silence..

"So.. I see you're alive. So, cool, have a good night", he said as he eyed the ground, shoved his hands in his pockets and started to walk away.

"Wait!", he stopped and looked at me, clearly waited for me to say something.

Now Ava.. Say something nice. Say thanks

"Did we have sex?", I was taken aback by my sudden outburst that I clearly didn't thought through

He chuckled and took a few steps in my direction. He had a nice smile, a really nice smile.

"No, no we didn't. You were drunk and I helped you home", he said as he tried his best not to smile but failed

"Oh. Then thanks then, it was very nice of you", I felt my cheeks heating and embarrassed that he had experienced it. I looked down at my hands as I played with them.

"Have you eaten?", he asked and I looked up at him once again

Yes.. Chips.. for the past 8 hours.. several bags

"No"

"You want to grab something to eat then? You look like someone who needs to get out of her apartment", he smiled and pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth..

"Sure. Can you wait 10 minutes? I need to change", I said as I backed against the door. He took a few steps forward, clearly wanting to get inside, but I closed the door in his face. I couldn't let him see my apartment like this..

*

He was sweet, and he was really interested in me. I had straightened my long blonde hair, put on a mid thigh baby blue dress and a pair of white sneakers. After I saw him wear a white t-shirt and tight black jeans I decided I had to dress casual.. So I tried. I decided not to tell him about my breakup with Mark yesterday, since it was none of his business.

We went to a small restaurant, casual and cozy. He clearly knew the place, so I let him order the food and a bottle of wine for us.

"So..", he said as he took a sip of his red wine

"How are you feeling today about Mark?", he smiled and winked at me

I almost spat my wine out and my eyes widen

"WHAT?! You know Mark?", I asked loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear

Douchebag. Mark sent him.. Oh God I'm so stupid..

"No no, you told about him yesterday?", he said as he looked around, clearly a bit embarrassed

"I did?"

"Yes. In fact you cried on my shoulder because you kicked him out for cheating on you. You were really broken, you also said you would've cheated on yourself too", he said lifting his eyebrows and smiling slightly. He clearly liked the fact that I had no idea what I told him last night

"Oh, I'm ok. I'm so sorry I told you all of that", I said as I felt too embarrassed to look him in the eyes

"It's ok. I tied your hair in a bun too as you threw up", he said chuckling. I looked up at him as he smiled at me

"You're enjoying this too much, aren't you?", I said smiling at his cute face

"Yes I am. Plus I spent a couple of hours cleaning my Chelsea boots today.. from your puke"

"Sorry", I mouthed in his direction as the food were served in front of us

I felt comfortable with this guy. We talked about his motorcycle, how annoying I am when I'm drunk, and how fast we could empty a bottle of wine.

"So, Ava. Mind if I order dessert?", He asked and folded his hands on the table, staring into my eyes

"So...".. Wait I don't know your name.. What's this guy's name? I suddenly felt dumb, I've talked a lot about myself tonight.. I've been so caught up in myself that I didn't even asked for his name.

"Dessert sounds great", I simply said as I thought last night through and tried to remember his name

"I really love the brownie with ice cream, but the crème brulee is great as well. But.."

"What's your name?", I cut him off staring at him as he lifted his eyes from the menu in my direction

"Pardon?", he asked an furrowed his brows, smiling slightly

"I don't know your name. Maybe you told me last night, but I can't remember..", I bit my bottom lip, embarrassed of my honesty

"Harry, my name's Harry", he said and chuckled, looking down at the menu once again

We talked back and forth for two hours, drinking a couple bottles of wine. I could feel the wine in my body and I knew that if I stood up, it would hit me

"Were your sex life bad, with Mark?", he suddenly asked, and I was taken aback by his question

"Excuse me?", I smiled as I played defended

"Since he cheated. It seems like you're afraid it's because of the sex", he said, and I couldn't find a hint of embarrassment by asking

"It was good sex", I said and hoped we could change the topic

He narrowed his eyebrows and looked at me in disbelief

"Sure?"

"Well. He came early every time, and he never ate me out because he thought it was gross..", I said as I realized that our sex life actually sucked

"Wow.. Sounds like good sex", he said sarcastic and rolled his eyes, a tiny smirk on his lips

"Alright, the sex could've been better, I'll admit it", I laughed, clearly affected by the alcohol

"Sounds like really bad sex to me", he took another sip of his wine

"Ok, Harry. What's good sex then?", I challenged him as I folded my hands on the table and squinted my eyes, trying to look serious

"Clearly not the same as you think", he laughed

I kept looking at him, as I hoped he would tell me – clearly he knew what I waited for

"The fact that he didn't went down south with his mouth says a lot about him", he smiled an looked away from me.

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Part two is here as well even though it's short. I promise the last chapter will be "juicy" and long. Let me know what you think! xx