I Wish I Could Say It Was a Mistake

THE NIGHT: Getting washed away in you

She's even more beautiful out here, in the darkness of the night.

"Your car, Mr. Styles?", the doorman asks me. I look at Layla to see what she's planning.

"I feel like nachos, don't you?", she states.

I smile and nod. I actually do feel like nachos.

"Is there a 24/7 nearby?" I ask.

"Let me check." She takes out her phone and looks on google maps. "There's actually one 100 feet from here."

"Perfect."

I turn back to the doorman and tell him we won't need the car for now. Then, I watch as Layla stumbles towards me.

"It's that way, I think."

"You think?"

"Yes. It's that way."

She continues walking, and I follow her. Honestly, I don't care where we go as long as we get the hell out of that place.

"How can I know I can trust you?", she asks me, taking me by surprise.

"What?"

"How can I know you're not lying to me, and you might...? I don't know. You might kidnap me, chop me up in tiny pieces and then have me with your nachos."

I let out a very loud laugh, and I can tell she's struggling not to laugh too.

"I don't tend to eat women.", I say, and immediately realise that it sounded very weird, "Not with nachos, at least.", I continue, only making it worse. For f*cks sake, Harry, why don't you just shut up?

Layla lifts her eyebrows, "Alright, Mr. Styles."

"Mr. Styles?"

I'm actually a bit turned on by her calling me that.

"Nachos, nachos, nachos!", she sings, clapping her hands 

She starts spinning around and stumbling while she hums a song.

I stare at her and wonder why on Earth we haven't met before. It's like she's perfect for me, just what I needed right now. Somebody fresh, who doesn't care about who I am, who doesn't mind singing in the middle of the street at midnight in front of celebrities.

"I swear I didn't drink that much. If Emma'd let me have more to eat maybe..."

Her sentences don't even make sense, but she transmits such good vibes that I ask myself what being with her when she's sober might be like. She seems such a pure, innocent soul, something I don't get much in the industry.

"Hmm. That's weird.", she whispers to herself, looking at her phone, "I think this is broken."

"Can I have a look at the map?", I offer, aware that she's probably going to get us lost in the middle of the city at midnight.

"You don't trust me?"

She gives me a look that lights me up inside. F*ck, if we weren't both so drunk, I'd kiss her right here right now. There's just something about her, something I can't understand but that makes me want to be with her.

She starts walking again but soon she stops again.

"It should be right here."

"Layla?", I say, taking a look around.

"Yeah?"

"It's closed."

I point towards a store right across the street.

"What? Why?", she cries, "That's not fair!"

I shrug and watch her wipe a tear from her cheek. Is she really crying because of this?

"Hey, we'll find another place."

"I thought we were going to get Nachos.", she whispers with a trembling voice.

Oh my God, she really is crying because of this. I take her between my arms.

"We'll find another place, don't worry."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Thank you.", she looks at me and a million butterflies wake up inside me. How can one person be so incredibly beautiful without even trying?

"Let's go back, ok?"

"Wait.", she bounces off me and looks around, "First I want to go somewhere. You want to come with?"

"Where?"

"It's a surprise."

She winks and starts running away from me.

"Wait up!", I shout, following her.

What the hell is going on? Why am I chasing this girl I just met at 1 am in the morning through the streets of London? 

What the hell, I just want to run right now. I'll worry about that some other time.

I soon catch her and take her in my arms, lifting her up in the air. She lets out a scream and laughs.

"Why are you running, Forrest?", I ask her.

"Let me down, let me down!"

Just as I let go of her, she starts running again. This time, I don't catch her. I just follow her, and watch her lift her arms in the air and scream, "I can fly!"

I shut my eyes and feel the cold air of the night against my face. Maybe it's because of the alcohol, but it really feels like we're flying.

We finally get to a crossing, and she stops.

"Where to, captain?"

"I'm not the captain, Styles. I'm the queen."

"Oh really? The queen?", I give her a sassy look and she smiles.

"Of course. I'm that Queen of England everybody's talking about."

"I thought she was a bit older.", I joke.

She laughs and takes her hand to her hair. In one movement, she lets her hair down and moves it around to make it fall into place.

"What are you looking at?", she lifts an eyebrow.

I shrug. She just looks so stunning.

"Are we there yet?", I ask.

"Sometimes the journey is more important than the destination."

"Oh, I see you're a philosopher."

We both laugh. It's clear that she's got no idea where she's going.

"Should we go back?"

"To all those boring grannies?"

I laugh again, "It's like you read my mind."

If I wasn't so drunk, I might realise being with a stranger in the middle of the street isn't a good idea. But who cares! I don't, for sure.