Up All Night (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three: Unwanted Events

Kaila's P.O.V

I find my way to an apartment that I had bought before moving to the other side of the ocean. It is kind of small but it's all I can afford and it's cozy. Clothes are flying everywhere as I try to find the perfect thing to where to some clubs and bars. I mean it's England. Isn't England a little more upscale than Philadelphia? Even if it isn't I want to look nice. My goal, get drunk, celebrate my 18th birthday, and my freedom from the states. My hand pulls out a short, tight blue dress with black straps that cross at my back, black, lace tights, and 3 inch black heels. I straighten my hair and put on just enough make-up. All my money and my phone are put into a small black clutch and I wear a push-up bra underneath my dress so that my boobs look twice as big as they actually are. Finally I am ready to go.

After one step out into the street I get two whistles and at least one two syllable damn. When I motion for a taxi three pull up in front of me almost immediately. It looks like hotness looks the same here in London as it does in Philadelphia. I jump into one and say, "Hottest club in London please." The driver nods and drives about five minutes before announcing that we have arrived. I pay the driver and walk into a dark room with colorful strobe lights. It is quite crowded but I expected it to be. I make my way to the bar and say, "What's good? I've never had a drink before. I'm celebrating my 18th birthday." A hand glides across my back and a guy says with a British accent, "She'll have a Screaming Orgasm." He says to me without actually looking at me," Don't worry it' delicious." The man then turns to me and becomes stunned. As do I because the boy next to me is Zayn Mailik. He starts to smirk and says, "Hey you're that girl who pulled a fast one on Harry." I nod and chuckle. "I have two things to say to you about that. One, I've never seen him care that much about what a girl thinks. You really hurt him. Two that was great. It was hilarious," he smirks at me. I chuckle. I'm about to reply when the bartender puts up two cocktails. Zayn grabs them and motions for me to follow him. Hesitantly I listen. Zayn leads me to a couch filled with people behind a rope. A security gaurd is standing at the rope and opens it for Zayn. He glares at me and is about to close it but Zayn gives him the "it's okay she's with me" look so he leaves it open for to enter as well.

I sit on the velvit, red sofa that is shaped like a semi-circle. In front of the sofa is a small glass table for us to put our drinks on. Harry isn't there witch relieves me. "You guys remember her right?" Zayn asks motioning at me. The guys nod all with different expressions. Louis has a "she is trouble" look. Niall has a "Kind of but I don't remember from where" look. Liam has just a friendly smile. "This girl took Harry for a ride at the airport and on the plane," Zayn states to the girls sitting there. Louis has his arm around a very pretty girl who I assume to be Eleanor and Zayn has his arm around a blonde who I assume to be Perrie. The girls smile and chuckle. "Harry wouldn't stop talking or should I say rambling about you to Louis. I heard the whole story," Eleanor smiles and giggles at me.

I'm talking to Eleanor, Perrie, and Zayn when Louis looks up and starts glaring at us. He elbows Liam who looks up and his eyes widen and also glare at us. Niall is eating so he doesn't pay attention. Eleanor is the first to look up and she lets out a little gasp. Perrie then glances up and has the same reaction. Zayn looks up and smiles. I start looking around at all the boys, Eleanor, and Perrie and notice they are all looking at one direction. I look up to see Harry walking up with some bleach blonde tramp. Harry and I make eye contact almost immediately. His eyes widen and look at the boys for confirmation. The boys nod and Perrie and Eleanor start looking at me curiously. I stand up and stand there for a few seconds of complete silence in our group and awkward eye contact with Harry and the whore next to him just glaring at me. If looks could kill I would be so dead right now.

I start to leave. As I pass Harry He grabs my arm, pulls me back so I'm in front of him, and kisses me passionately all inn one swift, smooth move. I was impressed. As much as I want this to continue, I need to end it. Harry is just such a great kisser and I'm pretty drunk. The kiss grows more passionate and Harry pulls away for one second says, "I'm going home. Louis, stay as long as you want." He then re-enters the kiss and I'm relieved. I missed his lips against mine even though it was only a few seconds. Everyone is laughing and smiling except for the slut Harry brought back who is just glaring at me more intensely than before. For that I pull Harry closer and make the kiss more intense. Harry starts kissing my neck and I smile at the tramp rubbing it into her face. Just to piss her off I let out a soft moan just loud enough for her to hear. Harry unfortunately hears to and smirks. He continues as I frown. Harry moves back to my lips. Our snogging is actually quite enjoyable. No, it is not going any farther than snogging. This is it.

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The next morning I wake up with a throbbing headache. I am in so much pain that I scream really loudly. While screaming I notice I'm not in my apartment. My sound slowly dies out in confusion. I don't remember anything that happened. Harry quickly sits up with a worried look on his face. Seeing him makes me scream even louder. Why am I in bed with Harry Styles? My screaming causes Harry to scream as well. I then piece two and two together. Oh my god!!!! I slept with Harry Fucking Styles!!! As soon as I realize this Harry eyes widen because he then realized what we had done. "This is not okay," I say to Harry. "I need to get out of here and we need to never speak of this again." Harry nods his head. Even if he does have the hots for me I think he realized it was best to forget about it, to forget about me. I slip my clothes back on and Harry just stares at me. I look at him confused. He shrugs his shoulders and opens the door for me. "If anyone asks you questions, especially Louis ignores everything. Got it?" He commands me. I nod my head and walk into the loft, of the flat, that Harry and Louis live in. Louis is on the couch smiling mischievously. "What?" I ask annoyed. "Nothing," He says. "It's just if you try to deny what happened I took pictures." My eyes widen. "I'm just kidding," he says. "Or am I?" I am about to say something when I remember what Harry said. I shake my head know and walk out the front door.

Luckily there are no fans or paparazzi outside because it's so early. I walk back to my apartment and start to unpack. First night in town and I'm already just another slut who slept with the biggest man whore ever, Harry Edward Styles.