Up All Night (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Four: Attempting to Forget

Harry's P.O.V.

To tell you the truth I wasn't all that drunk. She just looked so beautiful. I was in awe when I saw her perfect features in a skimpy little dress. It was hot! I mean she could look amazing in a trash bag but her in a sexy dress. I'll say one thing, she knows how to pull it off well. She is amazing. Yes I only really talked to her when she was wasted but you can always tell what a person is really like when they are drunk. Kaila is one of those people that when drunk doesn't act weird, she just simply hides nothing. From what I can tell she kind of likes me too and is just scared by the fact that I'm one of the most wanted bachelors in the world.

I really wish I could see her again. Maybe I will. If she was at that club and she could walk home she must not be far away. Who knows, maybe I just want to see her naked again. She did have the perfect body. As much as I'd hate to admit it I loved more than her body. Her eyes sparkle. Her big brown eyes just make me melt and her hair is so soft, smooth, and beautiful. Kaila makes my heart race even when I just think of her. She is funny, sweet, pretty, smart, fun. What else could I guy want in a girl? Sometimes I wish I wasn't famous. If I wasn't famous then I might have a chance with her. Then again if I was famous I wouldn't have met her at the airport, and Zayn wouldn't have known who she was to bring her back to the V.I.P. section. "Why does my life always have to be so complicated?" I scream without realizing. Louis walks in with a sympathetic smile. "What's wrong Hazza?" Louis asks. "I really like Kaila but I think she thinks I'm this massive player who wouldn't have time for her with touring, interviews, photo shoots, concerts and shit. So I'm pretty sure she will never go out with me," I start to spill out my feeling to Louis. Louis takes a deep breath and says, "You're Harry Styles! Girls fall all over you. Maybe you can let this one go and grab one of the millions of others who want you." I shake my head no and say, "I don't want any other girl because there is no other girl. She is the only girl that I want. She's one of a kind. She's one in a million." I smile and give a little chuckle just talking about her. Louis smiles and says, "Then stop complaining. We need to think of a plan to get her back." A grin from ear to ear forms on my face. I give a slight nod and start stripping for the shower. After the shower, it's planning time.

My hair is still wet from the shower but it doesn't really bother me. I find Louis on the couch, on his phone and Eleanor next to him doing the same. I clear my throat and they both look up at me and smile. "Eleanor is going to help us. I thought we could use a mind that thinks like a girl," Louis exclaims. I nod my head in excitement. "Harry you're great," Eleanor starts off. "... However, you are a a flirt. You are such a good guy but when it comes to girls you're not such a good guy. Sometimes you're a bit of a jerk with all of the one-night stands and girls you snog. So Kaila only knows you as this flirt who goes around doing girls. You need to show her what a good guy you are." Louis jumps in and says, "Yeah. Forget about her boobs, her legs, her vagina, and all the things you're attracted to except her personality. Never forget that. Treat her like you treat me because if I was a girl I would be so in love with you. Hell, I'm in love with you even as a guy." I smile and say, " I want what you have with Eleanor. Except I want it with her and nobody else. Ugghh!!" I groan. "I sound like a fucking love struck idiot." Louis and Eleanor laugh and just look at each other. "What!" I yell frustrated. "You are a love struck idiot," they both say simultaneously. I roll my eyes and walk into my room. "I'm to bed," I yell right before slamming my door.

Why can't I have what they have? Am I that horrible? Why doesn't Kaila love me, all other girls do? This has never happened before. I have never been shot down before. I can still feel her lips pressed against mine and her tongue slip into my mouth while mine slips into hers. The feeling of her weight on top of me Is still there. Kaila always smells like applesauce and she made my room smell like applesauce. I love it. I roll over and smell the pillow she laid on the night before. Still smells like her. I take a deep breath and sigh. As I look over I notice a phone on my nightstand and it isn't mine, Louis', or Eleanor's. Oh my fucking god!!!!!!!!!! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! On my nightstand sat Kaila's white iPhone with a case that had a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it.