Baby Daddy

Chapter 2

This isn't real, is it? I was just gonna keep my eyes closed because this is like that moment in the morning when you first wake up and you're still half asleep and everything seems so perfect... things are possible, dreams feel true and for that one moment between waking and sleeping anything can be real, and then you open your eyes and the sun hits you and then you realize that... I should have kept me eyes closed.

The bright rays of sunlight streaming through the curtain viciously woke me up from my peaceful slumber. My head was ruthlessly killing me, I felt as if there were monkeys playing drums lodged in my brain. Well, That’s what you get for drinking. 

It was slowly dawning on me, the passionate events from last night. I opened my eyes to come face with my naked body covered in nothing but white, chaotic bed sheets. I ran a finger through my hair to also find how disheveled it was. Reason was slowly creeping back to me, and the more I thought through the haze of my dreadful hangover I came to one intimidating conclusion. I had drunken sex with Harry styles.

Oh. Shit.

To my immediate relief, I found that Harry was not laying next to me in bed, in his place a note next to a rose.

Dear Elizabeth,

I wish I could have stayed to be there when you woke up, you’re incredibly beautiful when you’re asleep.But duty called and unfortunately I had an early flight to catch with the band, and for that I’m very sorry.Hopefully you don’t regret anything from last night, I had an amazing time and I’m glad I got to meet such an amazing person as yourself. I had the audacity to put my number on your phone,  I hope we can keep in contact and get to know each other better.

From your huge admirer, Harry.

 I kept reading his words over and over again in my head. At first I was incredibly relieved I didn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of waking up hangover and having to deal with the fact that I totally had sex with someone I barely knew. But as I read the words one more time, the irrational side of my brain felt….cheap. 

I felt cheap.

I behaved like that girl I vowed I would never be, the girl who ends up having sex with that guy without barely knowing him because of some drinks and charming words. Harry wasn’t a guy I went to high school with, he was an international pop star. I was probably a mere one night stand for him.

And then suddenly I felt pathetic and stupid. For giving myself to him so easily, for letting myself drink so much to the point where I lost all reason and the values I had always been persistent on. 

He has a career, fans, this huge amazing life waiting for him. I’m just a high school girl and completely ordinary, what else would he want with me? 

It was then I realized I would have to forget about Harry and the amazing night we had together. I mean, it was perfect. He was so gentle and his eyes are so beautiful and his lips are so damn soft. The sex was incredible, I wont lie. And as hard as it will be to get him off my head, I will have to. 

I checked my phone to find that he actually put his number. As much as I felt like I needed to delete his number in order to forget this ever happened, I knew I wouldn’t be able to. So I left it there. This night would be my secret. My very beautiful, passionate, dirty little secret.

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It had been two months. two months since that incredible night. two months since I had last talked to him.

As I promised myself I wouldn‘t, I didn’t call him or try to contact him. As far as I knew, he hadn’t gotten my number, maybe trusted the idea that I would actually get in contact with him.