Take Me Home

Harry pov

Harry awoke to a knock on his bedroom door. As soon as he opened his eyes, a piercing ache began torturing his head. Harry had spent the night out clubbing and could not even remembered how he made it home. The sound of a second knock rang through his ears, he ignored again and tried to fall asleep once more.

"Harry! It's me Louis, open up," Louis pleaded. Harry forced himself upright towards the door. He felt a draft down below and then noticed he was naked, but it didn't bother him to be.

"What is it, Louis?" Harry staggered at the doorway, running a hand through his curls.

"Did you forget we are leaving to LA today? We have about an hour before we have to be at the airport. Send your date on her way and get ready quick," Louis ordered then left. Harry and Louis had been living together in London for a few months. Harry believes it was one of the best decisions he ever made. Harry considered the band as his best friends, but Louis was more like a brother to him and every one knew that.

Harry was a bit confused when Louis mentioned a date, since he was still drunk from the night before. He then turned to see a thin blonde in the nude, laying across his bed in a deep sleep. A model perhaps? Harry didn't really care, it all came down to looks. Harry walked over and shook her shoulder a little more rough than he should have, but the hang over had him foggy.

"Darling, I have to be going now. I'm going to shower. I'll be seeing you alright?" Harry began to leave the room.

"Are you going to call me?" The blonde spoke.

"Uh, yeah sure, love," Harry lied and left the room. He had no intention of calling, let alone talking to the girl again.

Harry made it along to his long flight with the rest of the band. He wanted a Bloody Mary badly, but was hesitant to ask the flight attendant. The attendant was a chubby brunette with brown eyes. Harry thought it was worth a try to charm her for drink, and if that didn't work money was always a possibility.

"Pardon, ma'am?" He flashed an innocent smile. The stewardess walked over returning the smile. Money isn't going to be necessary Harry mentally noted. "Can I have a Bloody Mary, please? I've got a terrible headache." He leaned a bit closer. Minimizing the distance between himself and a girl tended to improve results. Harry learned this at a young age.

"Anything for you Mr.Styles," she winked and strutted away. Harry had not a care in the world, he was nineteen and living life to the fullest.

Karmina's POV

Karmina had been staying in a hotel in Los Angeles for a week now. Charles, her agent was working on getting her a temporary home more comfortable than a hotel; until she had decided if she would move there or not. She had her doubts about the city. To many people at once was hard for her deal with.

Karmina dressed for her lunch date with Charles, at one of the hottest LA restaurants. According to Charles, you should only be seen in the hot spots. This didn't interest Karmina at all, she was more interested in her work. A true intellectual at heart.

"Karmina, baby, how are you?" Charles offered his salutations. Karmina gave him a standard cheek by cheek kiss before she sat across him.

"Nothing much, today," she wasn't likely to contibute much to a conversation, due to her shyness.

"Well, I talked to the publisher and they have an editor reading your book now, and she should be contacting me next week. Then I can arrange a sit down for all us to dicuss her comments," Charles neatly set his napkin on his lap.

"That's great," Karmina forced a weak smile while simultaneously poking her salad.

"Karmina, is something wrong? You don't seem happy." Charles probed.

"I am, believe me. I'm just a bit nervous about what she will say that's all," she lied.

"You have written a fantastic novel, or else I wouldn't have brought you here." He sipped his drink. "You just have to loosen up. Come with me and my friend out tonight," he invited Karmina.

"I don't know. I'm not really a night on the streets kind of girl," she slightly frowned in a nervous way.

"Just give it a chance. Trust me," Charles reached for her hand. She reluctantly nodded in a agreement.

Harry's POV

Harry walked off the flight much more drunk than when he walked on. He was now tripping over his feet and was requiring assistance to the car. Harry doesn't usually drink this much but he was just enjoying it too much to stop. The media said he was a womanizer, and he had made it his goal to prove them right. After all it was what the girls wanted, and to him drinking and fucking just went hand in hand.

"Where are going tonight, chaps?" Harry's words slurred as his head fell back and forth.

"Harry, you are too drunk. We'll go out tomorrow night, promise," Zayn patted his shoulder. This pleased Harry and he fell asleep a few seconds later.

Harry woke up the next morning in the vacation home they usually stayed in at the city. He was feeling dehydrated and still drunk. He grabbed a water bottle and some aspirin. It was about seven in the morning. He knew they had a recording session today, but not the slightest idea when. He decided to shower and wait to see if any of the others woke up.

By the time he was showered and dressed, there was food on the table. Liam had gotten up with Niall to get some breakfast.

"There she is, sleeping beauty," Liam laughed and they all starred at Harry, who wore his sunglasses inside. It was much too bright for his liking.

"You going to stay sober for a few hours today?" Zayn joked some more. Harry just smiled and nodded. Soon after they left to the studio and worked there until sunset.

"Are we going out tonight?" Zayn asked Harry, who was sitting on the sofa chugging a water.

"Of course," he smirked and hoped of the couch. "Who's coming?" He looked around.

"I'm in," Niall flashed his braces, he was always ready to go out since he hasn't a girlfriend. But that didn't stop the other boys from joining them either.

One direction arrived at the club later that night looking for a fun night. Harry arrived with a girl he picked up the last time they were in town, but he quickly ditched her. The boys headed up to a VIP on the second floor that had a balcony view to the entire club. From there Harry could already see Zayn chatting up a girl in a booth. Niall and Liam were dancing with two girls in the center of the room. And Louis was sitting on the couch conversating with a few strangers. Harry sipped his drink as he scanned the club. It was packed with beautiful girls who were obsessed with their image and suffered some type of eating disorder. Harry had slept with that girl countless times and was bored of that type of girl. That's when he saw her. She sat at bar a drink in hand, her eyes on the crowd, but her mind else wear. He watched her all night, there was something in her eyes that kept his fixated on her. That's when she turned and looked straight at him. Harry blushed for the first time since he was a preteen. The mysterious girl had him flustered. He now had mintutes before she would write him off as a stalker. Harry made his way down through the crowd towards her.

"Hey," he flashed a grin. From this closer view, she was twice more gorgeous. She had mocha skin and dark brown curled hair. Her hazel eyes a lovely contrast to her darker features. She wore a turtleneck, long-sleeved, silver sparkled dress, that reached right below her bum. It was much more concealing than the dresses the others had on, but much more sexy. The only thing she was revealing was her toned legs that concluded with a pair of flesh toned heels.

"What?!" She shouted back. "The music is so loud, I can't hear you," she yelled. He figured it was useless for conversation here.
"C'mon," he held out his hand. She hesitated. He moved closer "c'mon dance with me baby," he grabbed her hand she followed.

Notes

please give some feedback! More Harry and Karmina on the way. I added a small discription of Karmina at the end of this chapter.