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Hey Jude I & II

You Left

It takes me a second to recognize I'm not in my hotel room. Wrapped in these sheets stained by Harry's sweet musk, I quickly inhale my pillow before the dream is over. My first thoughts are what an incredible night's sleep, regardless if I was exhausted or Harry's bed being the most comfortable I've ever been in. I turn over and see the sleepy guy hidden under the comforter with only his hair sticking out.

How crazy am I, to be here in his bed on my third day in London. If we were back in Arizona I'd think twice before committing this behavior. Honestly though, would anyone be naive enough to pass on this opportunity? Not because it was Harry Styles, but because he is an insanely attractive and charming guy with the hottest accent since Paul McCartney. I think not!

I have no idea what time it is or when Lou is planning on taking me around. I'm in no rush, however, there is so much to see and the second half of the concert is tonight. A jingle interrupts the silence and I feel Harry reach over for his phone. My back is still facing him so he doesn't know that I'm awake; I'm still a little embarrassed.

I hear the sound of a text being sent and the placing of the phone back on the nightstand. Anticipating his next move, I'm pleasantly surprised when he slithers his arm around my waist again. I slowly roll over to let him know I'm awake and almost gasp at the sight of his angelic appearance; he could do no wrong . . . ever.

Our faces are inches away and the mood is serene. His warm smile is contagious and I believe we are both blushing.

"Last night was a little crazy, " I shiver at the sound of his thick and raspy morning voice.

"A smudge," I answer back.

"That wasn't planned, I swear!"

Its hard for me not to confess how much I enjoyed it and how much I long for more of it. And though I could dwell on the idea of being his flavor of the week, I remind myself this is only pretend, just a little fun. . . don't get attached.

"I have to do something this early afternoon, so I won't be joining you gals after all. But now you can enjoy your girly time."

I appreciate him looking on the brighter side, while I'm focusing all my energy in not looking disappointed. I start to wonder if this is it. We got to fool around, further than the night before, and that's all he asked for . . . was one night. Anything more than that would make things complicated and he said so himself . . . he can't do it.

Before I have the chance to feel humiliated and even more used, I want to desperately call a cab but I don't know the address. Thoughts start to turn against me, trying to make Harry into the bad guy. Did I forget that I agreed to this? All I want now is to be in my room. I slip into my jeans without any underwear. Which reminds me I need to get those and stash them in my pocket.

I suddenly remember Lou texting me the address and I immediately call for the cab while Harry is in the shower. It's eleven or so in the morning, which gives me plenty of hours in the day to enjoy.

"I'm going to go now, Harry," I shout over the roaring waterfall in the bathroom.

"What? I thought I was taking you?" his head peeks out from the curtain.

"No, I'm fine. I called a cab," I smile assuring him to take his time.

His face is utterly lost. I give him a friendly wave goodbye and leave before I change my mind. How can I go from pure bliss to a heavy heart in less than an hour? It's because I got attached! I allow myself to mope on the ride back, convincing myself to stop once I step foot in the hotel.

I don't mention anything to Lou when we finally meet an hour later. The scenery is beautiful but my mind is so distracted. I do my best to take as many pictures as I can, if not I'll regret and forget it all. Lou is terrific, she's so funny and sweet. We do plenty of shopping as she keeps suggesting I lean more towards a Twiggy edge.

I'm not disappointed by my new purchases. I even accept Lou's invitation to do my makeover, as long as it's in my hotel room. Its a good thing she carries around her makeup cases in her car. We get back with less than two hours to spare and I quickly change into my new outfit. I'm wearing black skinny jeans for a change with my flats and an oversized sparkling beige shirt that falls off my shoulders; I can't stray too far from my signature colors.

As she is curling some sections of my hair, I make small talk and ask her where her daughter is. She tells me her father took her today and goes a little more into detail about her personal life. Lou pins up my hair into a classy french twist with some untamed strands and curls; I'm in love. She then proceeds to do a smoky brown shadow on the top of my lids with eyeliner all around. Just as she's putting her things away she receives a text.

"Harry asks how our day went," she then looks at me skeptically. "You guys still hanging out tonight?"

"Yeah, of course," I shrug, like its no big deal that I haven't heard from him since this morning.

A couple of bands have played since seven. I'm standing around with Linda, Allen and Jack again; Lou had to jet once we arrived. Jack is smitten by my look and doesn't fail to show it, but I can't deny how much I miss Harry.

There is a brief break and then the lights come back on as we wait for our next performer. My eyes are surely playing tricks on me again . . . no, that's actually Harry walking on to the stage. He's wearing a plain white shirt with a black blazer over it, along with his perfect painted jeans and boots.

The beginning lines of Hey Jude proceed from his lips and I feel a weakness shoot from my waist down to my toes. I feel as though he were singing it to me and though I don't know that for sure, I don't care. After a few verses I hear a second voice and it's Mr. McCartney walking out joining Harry on the stage. The crowd is roaring from this surprise duet.

Just as the song reaches its climax, out comes Ringo then Niall and Louis. This is better than I could have ever dreamed. Two Beatles are onstage and then there's Harry . . . oh Harry. I sigh heavily and just enjoy the rest of the performance. I'm grateful for my memories with him. No regrets.

After the concert, Linda shows me a tweet about an after party at the Savoy hotel. I check on my own phone as we are walking out to Allen's car, tempted to decline until I see a missed text from Lou.

"I'm with Harry at the Savoy Hotel, ring me up when you get here," I whisper as I read.

I don't share this information with Linda or the others, I'd prefer to casually bump into them than look like the secret groupie. If there ever were a time to play hard to get, it was now. We walk into this fabulous hotel lobby about 20 minutes later and are ushered to the line outside the Beaufort Bar. I eavesdrop on the couple in front of us and hear that its a private party.

The group soon learns this disappointing news but I'm already calling Lou. We speak for less than a minute as she instructs me to walk up to the front of the line. The four of us head over and I see her talking to the suited guard with a black clipboard and long list. He nods for us to go through and for the first time I know what its like to be friends with VIP.

As we enter I see loads of A-listers, stars every where, no wonder this party wasn't open to the public. We decide to hang around the bar and order some drinks; Jack taking care of the tab. I'm glancing around at the beautiful people when I see Harry at a visible distance, standing with his friends. I feel his eyes on me when Jack hands me my drink, and when I look again he doesn't seem very happy.

I excuse myself to find the ladies room but Lou cuts me off. She seems a little tipsy but happy to see me again, pulling me to her group. I greet Niall and Louis, super friendly guys, Harry on the other hand is looking at me up and down. He walks in back of me and just when he disappears from the corner of my eye, I feel his fingers latch on to mine pulling me along with him as he heads towards an empty spot.

"What the fuck, Jude! Why did you leave and not even call or text me the whole day? I find out from Lou that you guys had a good time, but nothing from you?"

Its like being struck by lightning, hearing the words thunder out of his mouth in some sort of hurt or jealousy. Had the situation been different, I would have gladly yelled at him not to talk to me that way, but I actually felt like he missed me and was annoyed by my silence.

"You didn't text me me either," I argue calmly.

"YOU left! I thought I had done something to upset you . . . that you regretted last night."

This bantering was going nowhere, we're both to blame for our pride and our assumptions. If I tell him that I thought he was done with me, that will give him the upper hand and prove that this was really all just a game . . . right?

"You said you had to do something and I had plans with Lou. I don't see what the big deal is," I lie. It was a big deal.

"Ugh, forget it!" He walks away.

Fine, I'm going to continue enjoying my evening or pretending to no thanks to Harry who just ruined my mood. I knew that the alcohol was speaking on his behalf, but is it that hard to text someone? Really? I should be pointing the finger at the mirror but he's the guy, he should pursue me, famous or not.

I return to my group and have another drink, but I'm quickly partied out. I want to leave, and the second I spot Harry sitting with his friends and a bunch of girls, I say goodbye to Linda. Jack follows me out and I feel bad for how nice he is to me. He then offers to share a cab and keep me company.

I feel pity for him and ask him if he wants to join me as I go sight seeing tomorrow. His face lights up and says he'll wait for my call in the morning. If it were Harry, I would have invited him up, but instead I give him a kiss on the cheek and say good night.

Oh I hate missing someone I can't have. Why did I have to meet Harry? Why did he have to be so charming and smell so nice . . . wear those pants . . . have those dimples . . . cool tattoos . . . curly hair . . . green eyes . . .

"SHUT UP JUDE!" I shout at the sound of my mental ramblings.

Searching for my phone, I frown at the dead battery. For the first time I'm homesick and missing my parents. I sit at the desk in front of the window, yet all I see is my sad reflection and I opt to turn off the lights. Now I can see the majestic city with all its lights and architecture.

I place the laptop on my thighs, slipping out of my flats so I can place my feet on the desk, and before I begin to type I hear pounding on the door. The clock on my screen reads 1:34am. Who the heck could it be? I stay still thinking its some drunkard who got his room mixed up but he pounds again.

I quietly put my laptop on the desk and turn on the lamp by my bed. I tip toe towards the peep hole and am shock to find Harry pacing back and forth. He looks like he's mumbling and I can hardly hear anything until he places his phone on his ear and I distinctly hear "C'mon pick up!"

He must be calling me. I've made him suffer quite enough, so I unlock the door and open it slowly. I stand in the middle of the doorway and watch as his anger slides off his sharp blazer. He seems speechless, I don't think he was expecting to find me here . . . and alone too.

"I tried calling you."

"My phone died."

"I'm sorry . . . I should have called you earlier today, or text."

I shrug, when I really should have apologized for the same thing. A smirk spreads on his face; he knows I'm being difficult on purpose.

"I missed you. There I said it!"

"We've only been away from each other since this morning."

"I know but I wasn't sure if you wanted to see me . . . and I was really looking forward to hanging out again."

I evaluate the situation as fast as I can in this 60 second window. Harry stands so handsomely at my door, placing his arm on the door frame above his head and casually leaning, making my decision obvious. Basically I have 3 days left to embrace London, I could either do it alone or with Harry. The only thing is, if I let him in, then I know exactly what's going to happen.

"Can I come in?" he asks humbly, lowering his hands into his pockets.

"No."

Comments

85............why am i commenting on dirty things!

48 Is really kinky......but im still readidng it

ok so chapter 35 tells me how to cup nuts...ok

woow not even half of the book and there already fucking!! chapter 6 and 5 are the reason i don't have a boyfriend :(

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