Chapter 5

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Harry's POV

So I woke up this morning next to a naked girl.

And now she's Twitter famous because I was stupid and left my shirt.

Shit.

This could get really bad really quick.

Well at least she's not ugly. She's actually kind of hot. And damn.. She sure did look good in my shirt... But life is going to become living hell for her because our fans will find her and probably attack her.

I hear a door slam downstairs. It must be Paul. Shit. Paul. Management is gonna kill me.

"HAROLD EDWARDS STYLES GET YOUR DRUNK ASS DOWN HERE," Paul practically screeches. I'm dead.

I stand up quickly and stumble down the stairs towards Paul. "Yes, sir?" I ask, trying to sound innocent.

"Don't act fucking innocent. We both know what you did. 95% of the female population knows what you did. What the hell were you thinking?" He yells.

"Well I was drunk, so.." I quip, not wanting to talk much more about it.

"Harry.." He trails off, " why do you always do this? You know you're like a son to m-"

I cut him off. "Paul, I don't wanna talk right now. I'm just gonna go take a nap."

"Fine.. But we're gonna talk when you wake up." He finally gives up.

I just walk up the stairs.

When I reach my bed, my Twitter starts to blow up.

I read one of the tweets:
ForeverNiall321: OMG I FOUND WHERE THAT GIRL WHO HAD SEX WITH @harrystyles LIVES!!! pic.926369202.jpg
4,296 retweets 7,000 favorites

I click on the image to see the girl who has my shirt walking into what is supposedly "her house". That's gonna be surrounded by hundreds of angry teenage girls soon.

What have I done?

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