sad guy | Harry Styles

Chapter 4

I can't sleep. I keep thinking about the man in my living room. A multi millionaire, pop star, a celebrity, a guy who has won so many awards, just a normal and sweet guy. He is so different from what I've heard about him. Media shows him as the womanizer and man whore but he isn't. I can tell that he isn't otherwise he wouldn't be sleeping on my couch right now.

I decide to check my phone and maybe Google mr. Styles for a moment.

I end up listening to one direction's new album called "midnight memories" not gonna lie it's quite good. The boys have done a good job. So far I only knew one song by them.

I fell asleep while listening to their album.

"The story of my life, I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm and time
Is frozen" I wake up to Harry singing softly. I put on a robe and step out of my bedroom to find the curly boy in my kitchen making breakfast.

"Good morning" I tell him.

"Oh, good morning, juliette. I hope I didn't wake you" he spins around and smiles at me. Gosh his teeth are so white.

"No you didn't wake me" I assure him.

"That's good. You have been so good to me so I decided to make you something in return. I couldn't find anything from your fridge besides some eggs and cheese so I hope an omelette is fine" Harry puts the omelette on a plate and hands it to me with a fork.

"Thank you" I sit down and start to eat. Man, this is delicious.

Harry's phone starts ringing and I can see the annoyance on his face when he checks the called ID. He picks up.

A row of "yeah"s and "okay"s leave his mouth as he listens to the other person.

"I'll be there" is the last thing he says before ending the call.

"Who was this?" Curiosity got the best of me.

"Uh, it was Louis. We were supposed to have a photoshoot today but I really don't feel like going. I hate these. All they do is command us around." He rants to me a bit. I nod. Even though I've never been to a photoshoot I can somewhat understand what's he means.

"Don't you like get in trouble if you don't show up?" I ask him. He looks around the room before answering.

"Well I would but who said I ain't going?" He sighs "it's not like I can stay here and be a pain in the ass for you anyway but I really appreciate it that you let me stay here for the night."

"No problem" I smile

"Could I maybe get your number? You're a cool girl and I would like to hang out with you a bit more and who knows maybe you have to save me once again." The curly haired boy asks me with eyes full of hope.

"Sure, give me your phone." I gesture towards the black iPhone in his hands.

He hands it to me and I type in my number. He takes all the stuff he had which is basically his wallet, phone, keys and his clothes and gets going.

We tell our goodbyes and he walks out of my front door.

I watch from the window as Harry walks away. I hope I will see him again. Why else would he ask for my number?