Fame
Chapter 8
Jessica's P.O.V.
I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed. I sat up to be met with a pounding headache. I felt something move in the bed next to me and I turned to see Harry opening his eyes. His arm was wrapped around my waist.
“Good morning babe” Harry said, looking up at me.
I flopped back onto the pillow and instantly brought my hands up to my forehead to stop the pounding.
“Nice hangover, yeah?” Harry chuckled.
“How are you not dying right now” I asked, slightly turning to look at him.
“Because I went to bed sober, unlike you who past out the second we got here” Harry explained, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.
I giggled and rolled over to bury my face in his bare chest. Harry kissed my hair before stroking the side of my face.
“How about I make you some breakfast to help you feel better?” Harry said quietly into my ear.
“I'd love that” I replied, “but would it be okay if I had a shower?”
“Of course you can! I'll get a towel for you” he kissed my forehead before getting out of the bed and walking to the bathroom.
He was only wearing tight white Calvin Klein boxers and I couldn't help but stare at his basically naked body while he walked across the room. I managed to pull myself out of the bed and realised I was still in my dress from last night and still had my makeup on. Harry came out of the bathroom and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek.
“Do you want to borrow some of my clothes?” Harry asked.
“Please” I nodded.
He let go of me before walking over to his dresser and riffling through the drawers. He took out a plain white button up shirt and a pair of black shorts. He handed them to me before telling me he was going to make us breakfast.
I hopped out of the shower dripping wet. I used one of the towels Harry left me for my hair and the other for my body. I slipped my bra and panties back on since I didn't have spare ones with me, obviously. I put Harry's shirt over my head and it slipped down my body. It was almost like a dress on me. I slipped on the shorts which to me looked more like boxers. I used Harry's hairbrush to run it through my wet hair. I also used his blow dryer to get the dampness out of it. I sprayed myself with a little bit of his deodorant, since I didn't want to smell around him. When I was finished, I grabbed my dress from last night and left the bathroom. Just as I walked back into Harry's room, I heard him calling my name from the kitchen. I walked in to him to see his kitchen table full of food. Fried eggs, baked beans, sausages, bacon, toast. A typical English breakfast. I walked over to Harry and kissed his cheek.
“Come on love, dig in” he said, taking my hand, pulling out a chair for me and sitting me down.
I thanked him as he sat down across me and we began to dig in.
“You are an extremely good cook” I complimented him, looking at the now empty table.
Yes, we did eat all of the food he made.
“And you are extremely beautiful without makeup” Harry replied, smiling at me.
I felt my cheeks blush as I looked down. I helped Harry clear the table before realising I was missing something. I walked over to my clutch which Harry had left on the kitchen counter last night.
“Harry?” I said, beginning to panic.
I poured everything out of my clutch and on to the counter.
“What's wrong?” Harry asked.
I could hear the worry in his voice as he spoke.
“Where's my phone?” I asked, my heart beating faster and faster at the thought if some stranger having my phone.
I heard Harry chuckle as he walked into his bedroom. He came back out with something in his hand.
“In the club last night, you said it was dying so I left it charging when you past out” he explained, handing me my phone back.
“I've never been so scared in my life! Thank you” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck and gently kissing his lips.
As I was about to pull away, Harry's arms snaked around my waist and squeezed my hips. We stood there, kissing passionately, for a few minutes until we were interrupted by the vibrating of my phone. I looked at the screen to see I had 7 messages.
From Nina: I'm at the club now, where are you? X
From Kendall: Jessica, Niall and I have walked around everywhere looking for you! Where are you?
From Kendall: Louis and Liam just arrived with their girlfriends and no one can find you or Harry. Reply please!
From Nina: Everyone has been wandering around looking for you and Harry. Are you two shagging in a bathroom or something? x
From Niall: I don't know where you and Harry have gone to, but I need to talk to you about something. Lunch tomorrow?
From Kendall: It's 5am, we are all leaving the club now and you and Harry are still MIA. Nina thinks you two have snuck off together. Call me when you see this!
From Nina: Sooo it's 11am and you didn't come home last night. You and Harry aren't answering your phones. You are definitely having sex right now x
I laugh as I read them all. I show Harry the texts and he shows me the very similar ones he got from the guys. I'm still curious as to why Niall wants to talk to me about something.
“Well I better get home before a search party is called for me” I said, making Harry laugh.
“Take my trench coat. Keep the hood up. And don't take these sunglasses off. Paparazzi will most likely be down there since they know a girl stayed here last night” Harry replied, handing me a black coat and black RayBans.
I put on the coat and put up the hood. The coat went down to just below my butt. I buttoned it up and tied it at the waist with the attached belt. I slipped my Louboutins on and grabbed my clutch.
“Can I leave my dress here? I don't want them to think I'm naked under this if I'm carrying the dress they saw me in last night” I asked.
Harry laughed and wrapped his arms around me.
“Of course darling” he said, kissing me gently.
I told Harry not to walk me out even though he tried to. If they saw him, then they'd know to take pictures of me. Whereas, me walking out by myself may not be as obvious.
I kissed Harry goodbye before putting on the sunglasses and leaving his apartment. I walked to the elevator, feeling like a secret agent in all black. I've got to admit, this sneaking around was quite exciting.
I emerged from the elevator and not to my surprise, I was met by a mass of people with cameras. I guess my disguise was a bit too obvious.
“There she is!” one of the men yelled, flashing his camera in my face.
“Are you dating Harry Styles?” someone asked.
“What's your name? Show your face sweetheart” another man yelled.
I kept my head down as I walked to the cab that Harry had called for me.
I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed. I sat up to be met with a pounding headache. I felt something move in the bed next to me and I turned to see Harry opening his eyes. His arm was wrapped around my waist.
“Good morning babe” Harry said, looking up at me.
I flopped back onto the pillow and instantly brought my hands up to my forehead to stop the pounding.
“Nice hangover, yeah?” Harry chuckled.
“How are you not dying right now” I asked, slightly turning to look at him.
“Because I went to bed sober, unlike you who past out the second we got here” Harry explained, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.
I giggled and rolled over to bury my face in his bare chest. Harry kissed my hair before stroking the side of my face.
“How about I make you some breakfast to help you feel better?” Harry said quietly into my ear.
“I'd love that” I replied, “but would it be okay if I had a shower?”
“Of course you can! I'll get a towel for you” he kissed my forehead before getting out of the bed and walking to the bathroom.
He was only wearing tight white Calvin Klein boxers and I couldn't help but stare at his basically naked body while he walked across the room. I managed to pull myself out of the bed and realised I was still in my dress from last night and still had my makeup on. Harry came out of the bathroom and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek.
“Do you want to borrow some of my clothes?” Harry asked.
“Please” I nodded.
He let go of me before walking over to his dresser and riffling through the drawers. He took out a plain white button up shirt and a pair of black shorts. He handed them to me before telling me he was going to make us breakfast.
I hopped out of the shower dripping wet. I used one of the towels Harry left me for my hair and the other for my body. I slipped my bra and panties back on since I didn't have spare ones with me, obviously. I put Harry's shirt over my head and it slipped down my body. It was almost like a dress on me. I slipped on the shorts which to me looked more like boxers. I used Harry's hairbrush to run it through my wet hair. I also used his blow dryer to get the dampness out of it. I sprayed myself with a little bit of his deodorant, since I didn't want to smell around him. When I was finished, I grabbed my dress from last night and left the bathroom. Just as I walked back into Harry's room, I heard him calling my name from the kitchen. I walked in to him to see his kitchen table full of food. Fried eggs, baked beans, sausages, bacon, toast. A typical English breakfast. I walked over to Harry and kissed his cheek.
“Come on love, dig in” he said, taking my hand, pulling out a chair for me and sitting me down.
I thanked him as he sat down across me and we began to dig in.
“You are an extremely good cook” I complimented him, looking at the now empty table.
Yes, we did eat all of the food he made.
“And you are extremely beautiful without makeup” Harry replied, smiling at me.
I felt my cheeks blush as I looked down. I helped Harry clear the table before realising I was missing something. I walked over to my clutch which Harry had left on the kitchen counter last night.
“Harry?” I said, beginning to panic.
I poured everything out of my clutch and on to the counter.
“What's wrong?” Harry asked.
I could hear the worry in his voice as he spoke.
“Where's my phone?” I asked, my heart beating faster and faster at the thought if some stranger having my phone.
I heard Harry chuckle as he walked into his bedroom. He came back out with something in his hand.
“In the club last night, you said it was dying so I left it charging when you past out” he explained, handing me my phone back.
“I've never been so scared in my life! Thank you” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck and gently kissing his lips.
As I was about to pull away, Harry's arms snaked around my waist and squeezed my hips. We stood there, kissing passionately, for a few minutes until we were interrupted by the vibrating of my phone. I looked at the screen to see I had 7 messages.
From Nina: I'm at the club now, where are you? X
From Kendall: Jessica, Niall and I have walked around everywhere looking for you! Where are you?
From Kendall: Louis and Liam just arrived with their girlfriends and no one can find you or Harry. Reply please!
From Nina: Everyone has been wandering around looking for you and Harry. Are you two shagging in a bathroom or something? x
From Niall: I don't know where you and Harry have gone to, but I need to talk to you about something. Lunch tomorrow?
From Kendall: It's 5am, we are all leaving the club now and you and Harry are still MIA. Nina thinks you two have snuck off together. Call me when you see this!
From Nina: Sooo it's 11am and you didn't come home last night. You and Harry aren't answering your phones. You are definitely having sex right now x
I laugh as I read them all. I show Harry the texts and he shows me the very similar ones he got from the guys. I'm still curious as to why Niall wants to talk to me about something.
“Well I better get home before a search party is called for me” I said, making Harry laugh.
“Take my trench coat. Keep the hood up. And don't take these sunglasses off. Paparazzi will most likely be down there since they know a girl stayed here last night” Harry replied, handing me a black coat and black RayBans.
I put on the coat and put up the hood. The coat went down to just below my butt. I buttoned it up and tied it at the waist with the attached belt. I slipped my Louboutins on and grabbed my clutch.
“Can I leave my dress here? I don't want them to think I'm naked under this if I'm carrying the dress they saw me in last night” I asked.
Harry laughed and wrapped his arms around me.
“Of course darling” he said, kissing me gently.
I told Harry not to walk me out even though he tried to. If they saw him, then they'd know to take pictures of me. Whereas, me walking out by myself may not be as obvious.
I kissed Harry goodbye before putting on the sunglasses and leaving his apartment. I walked to the elevator, feeling like a secret agent in all black. I've got to admit, this sneaking around was quite exciting.
I emerged from the elevator and not to my surprise, I was met by a mass of people with cameras. I guess my disguise was a bit too obvious.
“There she is!” one of the men yelled, flashing his camera in my face.
“Are you dating Harry Styles?” someone asked.
“What's your name? Show your face sweetheart” another man yelled.
I kept my head down as I walked to the cab that Harry had called for me.
@jstyles uptade please!
10/9/14