It’s been three days since Harry’s proposal about the “friends with benefits” thing. And three days of ignoring him. I felt like crap. Mostly because I kept lying to myself that I hated what happened between us. I didn’t want to admit it. I haven’t even told anyone yet. Not even Kiera, who I tell everything with.

Dodging Harry for three days was the hardest time of my life. But Louis makes things easier if he’s there to help me. Whenever I need a room to stay or whenever I need a distraction. And after all those things, I thought off telling him the truth to clear things out.

“Seriously, Holly!” Louis chuckled under his breath. “How could you fall for his trap?”

“I know, Louis. And I’m sorry. ” I apologized. My legs were resting on Louis lap while I sat three feet away from him. Me and Louis were probably the closest here. I mean, not only is he funny and childish but he’s really matured when it comes to problems like this.

I’m pretty jealous of his relationship with Eleanor too. I probably met her once or twice whenever they would chat through Skype and we’ll take about fashion and modeling but that’s mainly it.

“C’mon, Holly! I’m not mad at all. Just a little… Overwhelmed.”

I sighed with relief. “Thank goodness. I mean, I don’t want you thinking I’m a whore or something.”

Louis laughed. “Whore? Holly, you’re not a whore. You’re just an innocent, confused angel tied around Harry’s perverted finger.”

This time it was my turn to laugh. “Angel?” I asked cocking my head from left to right.

“Well, yeah. I mean, you’re so white and petite, you have curly blonde hair, you’re eyes are green and…”

Louis didn’t finish his sentence making me eager to know. “And?!”

“Very pretty.” He answered with a smile, staring right through me with his crystal blue eyes. “Just missing the wings and halo, though.”

I blushed and didn’t say anything leaving the room full of awkward silence.

“No wonder.” Louis said, breaking the silence. “That Harry wants to fuck you real hard. And with the knowledge of you being a virgin, just, BAM!” he punched his right hand with his left hand, showing that it was a great combo.

I giggled. “He doesn’t even know I’m a virgin, Louis!” Suddenly I heard Lou call my name. “HOLLY!”

“Gotta go, Louis. See you later.” I winked and walked out the door to see Lou drinking water, looking exhausted and tired.

“What’s up, Lou?” I asked.

“Hey, Holly. Would you mind fixing the other boys for me?”

“No, it’s fine. Who’s left?” I mean, I have no choice right?

“Louis and Harry.” I gulped. Louis and Harry? But I fixed Louis up while we were talking! So that means… I’ll be stuck with Harry?! No way… No way…

“Lou... I think I can’t.”

“Oh, c’mon!” she smiled cheerfully. “Just go!” and she thrust the make up kit to my hands and shoved me inside Harry’s room.

“Ha-Harry.” I scoffed. He looked at my direction and anger was in his eyes.

“You!” he pointed his finger at me. “How dare you ignore me for three straight days? And just right after the proposal, you go sleeping with Louis!”

“I’m not sleeping with Louis!” I protested. “He’s with Eleanor!”

“I fucking know!” he growls. He lunges at me, pushing me against the wall. Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in one of his in a vice-like grip above my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his hips. Holy shit. His other hand grabs my ponytail and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine. It’s only just not painful. I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth. I have never been kissed like this. I am helpless, my hands pinned, my face held, and his hips restraining me. . I feel his erection against my belly. Oh my… He wants me. Harry Styles, Greek god, wants me, and I want him, here… now, in this room.

Suddenly, we hear the door clicking open and he pushes me away from him in the blink of an eye. It was Niall. “Paul said we’ll be leaving soon.” Damn it, Niall.

Harry must’ve read my mind because right after he left the room, he smirked at me and said, “What is it with rooms?”

Niall looked at him then to me, a confused look on his face. “Did something happen, Holly?” he asked. He noticed me spacing out so he snapped his finger at me and smudged ice cream on my nose.

“Niall!” I screamed, laughing at the same time. I wiped my nose with my palm and gave him a smudge on the nose too.

“I’m sorry, Holly!” he apologized, wiping his nose too. “I thought you needed cheering up. That’s all.’

I smiled. “Thanks Nialler.” I said. And then he hugs me. A warm hug. Niall isn’t anything like Harry. He’s not a pervert. He’s sweet and he likes me for me. Thank you Niall. And then I hugged him back,


*Harry’s POV*
All I could think of was Fuck you Holly Winters for being so fucking hot. I had her. I had her in the moment. She was finally falling for me. Everything was perfect until we had to go. Damn it.

“Harold!” I turned around and saw Lou, walking toward me, her face looking horrified.

“Oh, hey Lou.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? Your hair is hideous! It looks like it’s screaming: Oh! I just had sex!”

I chuckled. “Whatever Lou. You know that my hair has its mind of its own.”

She waved me off. “Whatever. Just give me a call when you need me.”

I nodded. “Sure I will.” My hands went to my pocket, hoping to show her that I will call her but my phone is no where in sight. I must’ve left it in my room.

I quickly made a dash for it toward my room to grab my phone but on the way there, I saw two blondes inside my room.

Holly and Niall.

Hugging.

His arms were on her waist while her hands were on his neck. I continued to look at them, hoping that it’ll be over soon but 20 seconds has passed and I couldn’t take it anymore.

I coughed. And opened the door wider.

Holly and Niall suddenly pushed themselves apart and looked down on the floor, awkwardly. “No need to stop. Just forgot my phone. Keep going.” I flashed my phone at both of them, pretending I didn’t have a care in the world. “See you later.” I closed the door slightly and hid behind, eager to know what
they’re talking about.

“Anyway.” Holly started. “You gotta go.”

Niall shifted. “Yeah. I guess so. See you later?”

Holly smiled that made my insides melt. “Sure.”

Niall then, walked out of the room, walking toward Lou and the gang while Holly remained inside, fixing her things.

“Hey.” I called out to her.

She jerked and looked at me. “What is it?”

“We should talk. Meet me later in the hotel. My room. 8 pm.” I walked away after, leaving her no choice but to go.


*5 hours later*

“That was breathtaking! I never knew Yorker Fans were like that!” Louis said as he sat beside me in the van.

We just finished our interview and photo shoot at GQ and decided to eat out but as soon as we went out of the building, fans were screaming and pushing everyone that we had to go sneak out behind the building.

“Guys, I’m starving!” Niall whined. Liam sat beside him and patted his back. “It’s okay, Niall. We’re almost near the hotel. I’ll let you order room service, okay?”

Niall’s eyes beamed. “Really, Liam?”

“Sure.”

Zayn was silently playing with his phone behind me and I nudged him.

“Zayn?”

“Yep?” he paused his game and looked at me.

“What do you think of Holly Winters?” I asked, quietly, avoiding Louis to hear it.

Zayn squinted. “Lou’s assistant?”

I nodded.

He smiled. “Hard to say this, but damn she’s hot. Louis probably is cheating on Eleanor.”

I laughed. “You think so?”

Zayn shrugged and I noticed that we were already in our hotel. “Talk to you later.” He murmurs and hops off the van. I follow after him and went to my room. Each room had two beds and one of us should be sleeping alone and I volunteered hoping me and Holly will have some alone time.

It was 7:30. I still have 30 minutes before Holly comes here so I take my clothes off and took a shower.

I finished taking a shower at 8 sharp. I was excited. I was excited to see her.

But she never came. It’s been two hours and she never came. I angrily stood up and took my keys, heading to the elevator to go check the lobby and ask the receptionist.

As soon as I reached the lobby, I headed over to the desk and as soon as she saw me she smiled and said, “Mr. Styles.”
I nodded my head at her. “Hi…” I squinted at her name tag. “Lauren. Do you possibly know what room number Holly Winters is staying at?”

She smiled again. “Let me check, sir.” She then, faces her computer and types something really fast and after reading it, she turned back to look at me. “Holly Winters? She’s staying in room 714. She checked in with Lou Teasdale at 5:30 pm.”

I winced. Damn it. “Is she staying in the same room with Lou?”

She shakes her head. “Unfortunately, no.”

Perfect.

“Do you mind if you cancel that room and tell her that I did this?” I chuckled after and she looked at me suspiciously.

“Sir. If you do this, then you might as well know that she won’t have a room to stay at.” She fights back like she’s protecting her.Fuck off.

I rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, no. She WILL have a room to stay at.” And I winked at her, chuckling lightly, excited in what will happen next.


*Holly’s POV*

I stared at the ceiling. I have probably been staring at it for an hour now. I was confused. Should I go to Harry’s room or not? I mean, I want to but at the same time, I don’t want to. But then, why should I? I didn’t even say yes after he told me hours ago. So why should I care?

I grumpily stood up and bit an apple. Damn it. Why am I hungry? Suddenly, I heard a knock. A desperate knock. I was hoping to see Harry so I stormed toward the door.

“Harry, I’m tired. So-” I stopped dead in my tracks. It was the girl. The girl in the lobby. It wasn’t Harry.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were a different person.”

She smiled. But more of a smile like she feels sorry for me. “I’m sorry, miss. But this room is being cancelled.”

Cancelled? What? How? Why?

“But. I- I” I stuttered my words like I was a newborn.

“I’m sorry.” She apologized. “I’m just following Mr. Styles’ order.”

Styles?

Harry!? Oh- ho. I’m gonna kill that asshole.

She then suddenly snaps her finger and two buff men went inside my room, took my stuff (Which is my pillow, phone and apple) and locked the door. I watched them with shock as they shoved my stuff into my arms and disappeared.

Now where am I gonna sleep? And then I realized that I was wearing my lingerie. You know, the silky night gowns and shit. I didn’t plan on wearing something like this. It was Kiera’s idea and she probably changed all my clothes in my suitcase. She is a spoiled, rich girl anyway.

Damn you Kiera Holt.

And then I thought, why should I care if Harry sees me wearing this? I don’t give a fuck. I stormed all the way, clutching to all my stuff and knocked angrily on his door. “Harry! Harry! Open this fucking door!”

And within seconds, he opened up, his face with a wide smile.

“Now that’s what you get for not coming.”

“I didn’t even say yes!” I screeched. “I’m never talking to you again! And about the proposal, my answer is definitely fucking no!” I stormed away and murmured, “I’m going to Louis.”

Suddenly, he takes my wrist and pulls me inside his room, locking the door.

He had me pinned on the wall, his arms in each side of my face. “Say that again.”
“I said my answer is fucking no.” I spat.

“Not that.” He murmurs. “Who were you going to?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “To Louis’.”

“But he’s with Zayn. Their room is full.” He started kissing me neck and I shivered.

“I don’t care.” I answered. “I prefer to sleep on the floor in their room rather than staying in this room stuck with you.”

He didn’t answer. He continued to kiss my neck and slowly, he kisses me. His lips on mine. I moan and his tongue finds mine. “Say that again.” He mumbles. “That you don’t want me.” He was moving down, taking a hold of my thighs, and wrapping it around his hips.

I didn’t answer. And he still continues to kiss me everywhere. My neck, my arm, my shoulder. Everywhere.

“Nice lingerie.” He jokes. And I blush red.

“Wait!” I said, pushing him away. “I have something to say.”

He stops suddenly. “What is it, love?”

I squirm uncomfortably and stare at my knotted fingers.

“Tell me,” he commands.

“Well… I’ve not had sex before.” My voice is small. I peek up at him, and he’s staring at me, mouth-open, frozen, and pale - really pale.

“Never?” he whispers. I shake my head.

“You’re a virgin?” he breathes. I nod, flushing again. He closes his eyes and looks to be counting to ten. When he opens them again, he’s angry, glaring at me.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” he growls. He pushes me on the bed and all I could think of was I hope this’ll be a good night.

Oh, shit. Someone save me.