*Olivia Harper*

My eyes flew open, and I groaned. I head felt like it was going to split into two, my limbs were absolutely sore, and my mouth was dry. Looking around, I realized this wasn’t even my room. I sure as hell didn’t have any bikini models’ posters covering my walls, my walls weren’t a cheap green colour, and my room didn’t smell like a sweat fest.

The blanket slipped off me and pooled around me hips, to reveal my naked body.

Wait, naked?

I looked down, and then under the blanket. Holy shit! I was naked. I looked around, and jumped.

Because lying right next to me, still asleep, was none other than Harry Styles. Absolutely naked himself. And that could only mean one thing.

I’d cheated on my boyfriend.

“Harry?!” I yelled, but he only stirred. “Mother of GOD, Styles, wake the FUCK up!”

I shook his bare shoulder and he groaned. “Jesus, man!” he said, and sat up. He looked at me, taking two seconds to focus at me, and then grinned sleepily. “Oh hey, Harper.”

“Dont’ ‘hey Harper’ me!” I snapped. “What the fuck am I doing here? Did you RAPE me?”

He laughed. “Oh shit, I thought you wouldn’t remember!” he joked.

“I’m fucking serious, Styles.” I said. “Why am I in bed with you? Why are we naked?”

“Because we had sex, obviously.” he said, running a hand through his messy curls. “Come on, I’ll make you some breakfast.”

“How drunk were we last night?” I asked him, ignoring his last sentence.

“We?” he asked. “I was sober, baby. You, though. You were pretty…you know.”

“Hold the FUCK up.” I said. “You were SOBER? And you had SEX with me?”

“Well, you weren’t leaving me much choice!” he said. “You were all over me, and honestly, you’ve always known I’m no saint. You threw yourself at me so I…you know.”

“I cheated on him!” I yelled.

“Huh?”

“Dylan, you jack fuck!” I slapped his arm. “My boyfriend. You KNOW I have a boyfriend!

Harry’s face fell. “Oh, you obviously don’t remember…” he mumbled.

“Remember what?” I asked.

“Okay, well,” he said slowly. “Yesterday…everyone got hammered, alright? So Dylan…he…”

“He WHAT?” I asked impatiently. “Jesus, Harry, get to the point.”

“He cheated on you.” Harry said. “He…he kissed some other girl. And you saw it, and you got really mad. So after you dumped beer on his head, you grabbed me to this room and forced me to kiss you. And then things just sort of…you know.”

I blinked. “Dylan…cheated on me?” I asked, my eyes wide. “WHAT?”

“He…I doubt he knew what he was doing.” Harry said. “But, yeah. He cheated on you.”

“You’re lying to me!” I spat, chucking a pillow at him. “This is some sort of cover up for taking advantage of me—”

“Wow, do you really think I’m that bad?” Harry asked. “I’m serious. You saw him making out with someone, you got all mad, and you kissed me.”

I sat there, letting every word sink in. Tears threatened to spill out. How could Dylan have cheated on me? I didn’t get this. Everything was going good. We hardly fought. And this had never happened before.

I’d sneaked out of the house at night about a million times, to go for parties with my best friend Lexi and my boyfriend Dylan. But this—Dylan cheating on me, and me sleeping with one of the biggest idiots in school—had never, ever happened before.

“Whoa, are you crying?” Harry asked me, and I realized that tears were now falling down my cheeks. “Oh, hey, come on. Don’t—erm…” he hesitantly reached for me, and I moved away.

“I have to go.” I snapped. “Get out so I can change.”

“You know I’ve seen you naked, right?” Harry pointed out.

“Styles…get the fuck out of here.” I said, my voice shaking. “Just go.”

“Alright, grumpy.” he rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

He quickly put on his boxers and shut the door behind him. I sat there in bed, as I tried to stop myself from crying loudly. Finally managing to get off the bed, I looked around for my clothes. They were scattered all across the room. I tried to remember something—anything—but nothing really came back to me. I put on my dress quickly, and walked to the bathroom.

I looked terrible. My hair was a tangled mess around my head, and there were ugly love bites all over my neck and shoulders. The kohl and mascara were already smudged around, and whatever was left was running down my cheeks with the tears. My lip stick was smudged slightly around my mouth.

I put on my heels and walked down the stairs. Harry was sitting on the couch, along with his four best friends.

“Morning.” Zayn said. The rest of them smiled at me, except for Harry, who was gazing fixedly out of the window.

Ignoring all of them, I walked to the door.

“Wait, Olivia!”

My hand stopped mid air, as I was about to reach for the door knob. “What?” I mumbled, without bothering to look back.

“Do you want to have breakfast?” someone asked. I figured it was Liam, because he was always nice to everyone. “One of us can drop you—”

“No, thanks.” I said bluntly. “I’ll manage.”

And without waiting for a response, I walked out, shutting the door behind me with a bang.

Notes

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