One Night One Direction Chapter One
Sunlight streamed into the room, cascading over the furniture. My head pounded in a rhythm that even Dubstep would be proud of.
I slowly opened my eyes only to shut them tightly again as the bright light blinded me. I felt the bed shift beneath me and heard the rustling of the sheets as the person next to me rolled over. Suddenly I felt an arm snake around my waist the way that a snake would snake around my waist if there was a snake in my bed.
He (I'm assuming the person was a he) murmured sleepily into my hair. My eyes shot open and I winced slightly as I took in my surroundings and slowly sat up, careful not to wake the other person. I was in a hotel room -that much I knew, but how and when I'd got here was a blur. And who was this stranger in my bed?
Deciding to investigate further I let my eyes travel up his body. Whoever this guy was, he was hott. Yes that's right, hot with a double t. He had a tall, lean body with a nicely chiselled chest. Finally my eyes landed on his face.
It took a few seconds before my brain processed what my eyes were seeing. Harry Styles in all his curly-haired glory was in my bed! I pinched myself, thinking that this was all a dream but I could only stare at him in horror as the previous night's events came flooding back.
My reflection stared back at me in the mirror as I ran my fingers back and forth along the velvet of my black mini dress, loving the way the material changed from smooth to rough. I shook my dark blonde hair out of its messy bun, leaving it nicely tousled, and did my make-up as I logged out of Tumblr, bidding farewell to my 24,000 followers.
"Hurry up grandpa," Rachel shouted from the living room. "We've got to get going or we'll be late."
"Alright alright, calm yo tits, I'm coming." I called as I stepped out of my room.
Rachel turned her head when I walked through the do-o-or.
"Oh hot dayum. Someone's looking mighty fine tonight."
I did a little twirl and went to the door to put on my black wedge boots.
The club was already packed when we arrived and the queue was ridiculously long. Good thing I'm friends with the owner, I thought as we sneaked in through the back entrance. Rachel immediately headed for the dance floor, eager to show off her moves like Jagger; while I went and joined a few friends I spotted at the bar.
I ordered a drink and went to sit with them. They were already in deep discussion about something to do with politics and after a few minutes I realised that the conversation was way above my intellectual capacity.
I decided I might as well have a few more drinks before Rachel came and dragged me off to dance with a random but usually hot stranger.
"A Screaming Multiple Orgasm please." I said to the bartender.
"Sure thing, doll face."
I looked around while I waited for my drink and saw Rachel grinding against a cute, light blonde haired guy. I smiled slightly to myself, admiring her boldness.
I drowned my drink in one go, feeling the burning sensation grip my throat and fade before I asked for a tequila shot. By the time I finished my fourth shotI was very nicely buzzed. Iprobably wouldn't have noticed if an elephant barged into the club and flattened everyone. I figured it was time to call a taxi and go home when I felt the familiar light-headed haze sweep over me so I started to stand up. Immediately I staggered and half-fell onto the person next to me. He reached out to steady me and I ended up level with his face with my arms resting limply on his chest. I looked into his eyes and found that they were the most magnificent shade of green I had ever seen.
"I'm sorry." is what I think I said but after all those drinks I wouldn't be surprised if it came out as "lkamdkjsnfkjdc".
He didn't say anything in response. Either that, or he did and I didn't hear. He smirked and my eyes immediately landed on his lips. They were extremely kissable and I found myself staring at them and licking my own lips. He cleared his throat and my eyes snapped back to his, which now held a glint of amusement.
"Let's get you to a taxi." he said, his voice wonderfully deep and husky.
"No-" I started to protest but he cut me off with a look.
"Yes." He insisted, "A drunk, pretty girl is a rapist's wet dream."
"How do I know you're not a rapist?" I challenged as he steadied me on my feet.
"You don't." he replied, leading me towards the exit and leaving me confused as to whether he was or not.
We stepped outside onto the street just as the first few drops of rain spattered the pavement. My arm brushed his and we both jolted apart, startled by the electric shock. I stumbled backwards and tried to regain my footing, arms flailing about, desperate for something to hold onto. Just as I was about to fall, he caught me by the waist and smirked in amusement. His face was close to mine and I could feel our breaths mingling. His eyes flickered to my lips and he leaned in closer. I closed my eyes, anticipating the soft touch of his lips against mine, when a big droplet of rain landed right in between my eyes.
I broke away from the embrace and flushed just as a taxi pulled up next to us. Harry, who had recovered, opened the door and helped me in. After giving the driver the address to the nearest hotel, he hopped in next to me.
"Do you usually take girls you meet for the first time to hotel rooms?" I slurred
"Only the ones I like."
And then he kissed me.
My jaw dropped in horror as I scrambled off the bed. Oh no! Harry Styles has seen me naked! I know I always dreamed of this but I thought I'd have at least a million years to get ready for it! I mean I didn't even have time to go on a diet or even brush my teeth! What if he thinks I smell bad? What if he thinks I'm lousy in bed?
I clumsily put my clothes on and rushed out the door, hoping no one would notice I had been in the same room as Harry Styles.
"Why, God? Why? Why me?" I cried dramatically, sprawled out on my bed.
"Why are you complaining? A million girls would kill for a piece of that sexy ass. Including me." said my best friend and roommate, Rachel, who was currently flicking through my record collection.
I felt around for the closest pillow and tossed it at her, not caring if I missed.
"Shut up, you already have a boyfriend. By the way, who was Mr Blondie at the bar last night?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.
"Nobody, he just wanted to dance." Rachel said, brushing the question off. "Besides a girl can dream. Was Harry any good in bed?"
"I wouldn't know, I can't remember anything after leaving the bar and getting into the taxi."
"Your first one night stand with a celebrity and you can't remember!" Rachel shot me a disgusted glance.
I flipped her the bird and reached for my phone only to find an empty space on my nightstand where my phone should be.
"Where's my phone?" I asked, while searching the apartment.
"You had it when you left the house last night. You might've left it at the bar. Here, use my phone to call it."
I dialled my number and waited anxiously as it started to ring. My beloved phone was missing and I began to imagine all the horrible things that could be happening to it. I mean someone could be taking a dump on it as it sat innocently in a public toilet!
One ring, two rings….
Finally, someone picked up.
"Hello?" a very familiar husky voice drawled.