Little did I know that night with Harry would change my whole life upside down. If only I could remember what happened...
*HARRY STYLES FANFIC* (With a bit of Niall Horan too)
Set right before the release of Harry's album Fine Line.
I wake up to a terrible headache. Judging by the light, it must be quite late. I yawn and hold tighter to the hand that's hugging me from behind.
It takes a few seconds for me to realise that there's someone else in my bed. I panic. WHAT THE F*CK? Who am I with? Did I sleep with someone? OH MY GOD. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?
Suddenly, I'm very aware of all my movements. I don't want to wake whoever I'm with. I look at the hand I'm still holding up to my chest and I try to remember what happened.
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It's strong but soft, with a couple of rings. He's got a few tattoos on his arm. His veins are marked and his fingernails are painted in different bright colours. I'm surprised about this last detail. Ok, let's go through last night. I remember Emma telling me about the new job... Oh God, the new job. Wait, I'll panic about that later. What did we do? We went back to the party and had a few shots to celebrate... Yeah, I probably shouldn't have had those shots.
The mysterious sleeping man grunts and moves slightly, so I take advantage and release myself from him. I stand up as slowly as I can and turn towards him. Wait... I open my mouth in surprise as my eyes analyse every inch of his face. I can't believe it. Did I really...? Suddenly, what's inside my stomach decides it doesn't want to be there anymore, so I run to the toilet and let it out.
I can't take the man I just woke up next to off my mind. I can't help bursting into laughter as I wash my face. Jesus, what was I thinking? How did I manage to... The idea of him and I kissing crosses my mind and I can't help laughing harder. No way, not a chance that actually happened. There must be another explanation.
I look at myself in the mirror. Wow. I don't remember being so ugly. I didn't take my makeup off, so now I basically look like if I was wearing Halloween makeup, just it's not Halloween and it really, really doesn't look good on me.
As I walk towards the kitchen, I stumble upon Emma, who's already dressed and looking beautiful. As she sees me, she lets out a loud laugh.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty."
"Shut up", I answer and roll my eyes. "What the hell happened last night?"
"You tell me. Looks like you had fun!", she jokes.
"This is not funny, Emma. I can't remember anything!"
"What?"
"Yes, and I don't know what to do! Harry's going to wake up any minute now and..."
"Wow, wait a second. Harry?"
"Harry f*cking Styles, Emma!"
She frowns as if it was some sort of joke and she wasn't getting it. I roll my eyes again and make a sign with my head towards my room.
"Is he still here?!", she lets out, and rushes to my bedroom door. Before I can stop her, she's in my room, staring at the man who's asleep in my bed. He actually looks very cute, and I can't help feeling a thousand butterflies in my stomach just to the thought that a few minutes ago I was resting between his arms.
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"Let me get this straight...", she starts, but I cut her off, by putting my finger on my lips and walking back to the corridor. Once we're out of the bedroom, she starts laughing. "How did this happen?!"
"I honestly don't know!", I let myself fall on the wall and I cover my face with my hands in desperation.
"You don't remember ANYTHING?"
"No, Emma. Nothing."
"Not even if you two..."
"No."
"F*ck."
Emma looks very confused and that's not helping me be more calm about the situation. Can't she remember either?
"You think I can start a new life in Australia?", I say, but she ignores me.
"Ok, let's just go through the night.", she suggests, "What CAN you remember?"
"Well, everything before those shots, basically."
"Hmmm, at least we know what to blame.", she laughs.
"Did you see me talk to him?", I whisper, after a few minutes of us both trying to put together last night in our minds.
"Maybe."
"That's not helping", I laugh ironically, forcing myself to remain calm.
"We just... I wasn't feeling so good so I left early. You insisted on staying and I thought you'd be ok..."
"Well, I wasn't ok. Please, never leave me alone again."
We look at each other and start laughing. Why do I always get into these dramas? God, I'm worse than Bridget Jones.
Suddenly, my bedroom door opens and my jaw falls as a half-naked Harry Styles walks out. His hair is all messy, and he's still got a sleepy gaze. The only thing he's wearing is his underwear and I can't help checking him out.
"Oh, hi.", I mumble, suddenly very aware of my appearance.
"Hey.", his voice sounds deep and sexy.
"How did you sleep?", Emma adds. He looks at her, and I feel for a second a little less intimidated. I really need a shower.
He nods and asks for some water.
"Sure", I say, even though he wasn't replying to my question. "Emma, will you show it to him? I was just about to take a shower."
She smiles at me and makes a sign with her head to indicate Harry to follow her. Once they're out of my way, I rush to the bathroom and lock the door. I don't want anyone to get in. I've already had enough surprises for the day.
