Big Hot Mess (A One Direction Fan-fiction)

-Harry-

I grabbed hold of either side of her face while meeting her lips, kissing her softly. “I missed this,” I said before we locked eyes and stared deeply at each other for ten long seconds. I could see it in her eyes that she was getting just as turned on as I was, and quickly pressed my lips to hers once again. “Harry.” I slightly moaned as she said my name before we both stumbled backwards. I pushed her against the wall, hoisting her up while we grabbed and kissed each other hungrily. I wanted her so badly. “…Harry?” I pressed my groin against her, our kiss becoming more and more passionate.“Harry…wake up…” I can’t believe this is happening. “You’re so beautiful…” I said while we both took time to catch our breath. “What? …HARRY STYLES! WAKE UP!”

I suddenly felt hands shaking my shoulders and quickly tried to shove them off. “No, stop…” I said while turning onto my side.

It took a few moments before someone answered, “I’m sorry Harry, but you really need to wake up. You can’t sleep here all day,” a girly voice said while trailing off. Emily?

My eyes shot open and I suddenly felt very disorientated. Where the hell was I? What happened? “Wh…Wha…Who” My eyes trailed the room and I quickly realised that I had no idea where I was. The white walls, sleek modern furniture, wooden floors. I had never seen this couch before. Why the hell was I sleeping on a couch? Too quickly, I turned my head to look towards where the voice had come from and looked straight into two familiar eyes. Emily. I felt my head hurt like hell. “What happened last night?” was all I said.

“Honestly, I hoped maybe you knew the answer to that. I found you sleeping outside on my porch when I got back from Niall’s.”

“Oh…ah…I…” Suddenly things started to come back to me. I’d left the Niall’s place early because I had an argument with the guys. I got lost while I walked around looking for Emily. Liam had texted me an address, and when I got there and no one was home I decided to wait. That must have been when I’d fallen asleep. “God, how much did I have to drink last night?” I managed to say while shutting my eyes closed tight. It felt like a hundred elephants had trampled on my head.

“I don’t know… but you where pretty drunk when I found you. I let you sleep on the couch for the night, seeing as I didn’t know how to get you home…” Emily said taking a seat on the other couch facing me.

I sat up slowly, still looking around the room. “Oh. I’m sorry. I don’t know how I got so drunk.”

She fell silent, looking down at her hands embarrassed. “Don’t worry about it. Did you sleep okay?” she said while a smile formed on her lips.

“Why? Did I sleepwalk again?” …How embarrassing.

“No. Not exactly …. Never mind,” she said looking at the wall behind me, fighting a smile. Okay… “Do you know that you talk in your sleep?”

I felt my breathing stop as I stared blankly at her. Oh. My. God. “Don’t tell me that I just…”

Emily chuckled while looking away. “Well, yeah…”

“Did I?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh God…” I said while looking at the ceiling, feeling my cheeks blush. I never blushed. Did I just have an imaginary hot sex-dream in front of the same girl that was in my dream? I swear to God, if she knew what I just dreamt, I’m never coming back here. Ever again.

“It’s fine. Really, you didn’t say much…” I felt a sudden relief. “You just sounded like you enjoyed yourself. I felt bad waking you up,” she said chuckling.

I fell silent, just looking at her. I didn’t know what to say. What was there to say? ‘Yeah, me too’?

“Anyway… I had to wake you up, because Maria is going to be home soon, and I’m sure Sarah wants to come out of her bedroom too. It’s 12pm and…” she explained.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m glad you woke me up. I don’t usually sleep until this late.”

“Okay, good” she said satisfied before we became silent again. Well, this was awkward.

“I guess I should probably get going…”

“Oh, uhm…okay.” I got up from the couch and noticed that I wasn’t wearing a shirt. I looked around for it, before Emily stood up handing it over to me.

“Oh, thanks!” I said, taking it from her and pulling it quickly over my head. “and thanks for letting me stay on the couch, I guess.”

“No problem.” She said, looking down at the floor. “How are you going to get home?”

“I’ll have my driver pick me up.” It would take about ten minutes or so before he would be here. “I can wait outside…”

“No, don’t be silly. You can wait here.” I can’t believe how awkward this was. But why though? I never felt this uncomfortable in front of anyone…

“Okay, thanks.” I sat back down and began to text Paul, my security guard, asking him if he could send someone to pick me up. After I hit send, I felt my eyes wonder around the house again, while twisting my lips, trying to figure out something to say.

She beat me to it and said, “So, do you remember why you ended up here in the first place?”

“Uhm, yeah… I was actually looking for you. I wanted to apologise for everything that happened that night we...”

“...kissed?” Why was everything so awkward??

“Yeah… Anyway, I don’t know what got into me that night. I’m not usually that forward with…girls.” I managed to finish my sentence.

“Really? That’s not what everyone else seems to think of you…” she said trailing off.

“Well. They’re wrong.” I couldn’t help myself feeling defensive. I’m so sick and tired of people thinking that they know me and what I’m like. They never shut up. “I’m not that guy that everyone thinks I am. Sorry, I’m just sick of it, you know?”

It took a few seconds before she answered. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just… you’re always on the cover of some magazine with some girl and… well, I just figured that you, with your lifestyle and everything, was used to girls throwing themselves at you.”

I didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t exactly true what they said, but it wasn’t wrong either. I did have a lot of girlfriends, I mean, girls who are my friends. Just friends. And as for the girls who are supposedly ‘throwing themselves at me’, they just do so because of my money and fame. Not because they like me for me. Sure, I’ve had a few flings and such, but I would never take advantage of someone. I wasn’t that kind of guy that had a new one-night-stand every week, you know? At least not anymore… I like girls, don’t get me wrong, I really do…I’m just so sick of it all. I’m just not that guy.

She cleared her throat before continuing, now looking at me. “And…I’m just not that kind of girl who hooks up with people randomly.”

“Is that why you ran off? You ran off because you thought I just wanted to sleep with you?” I looked directly at her now, feeling a little anxious.

“Well, don’t get me wrong… but you weren’t exactly taking your time. I’d been drinking, you’d been drinking and with everything that I had heard about you…I… It was all moving a bit too fast, so I guess I just freaked out. I thought maybe I would save us both from making a mistake.” I fell silent, thinking about what she just said. Did she run off because she thought I was just trying to get into her knickers? Or because she thought kissing me would be a mistake? I couldn’t stop myself from feeling a little uneasy. I felt a little rejected. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re all good. Let’s just forget about it,” she finally said now half-smiling.

“O-kay” was all managed to say. Really Harry? Okay?? Fuck! She probably thinks you’re the most stuck up person she’s ever met. Either that, or you just lost your chance with her... My phone started buzzing, signalling that the car was waiting outside. “I’ve got to go. Car’s here.”

“Oh, right.” She said getting up from her seat. “I’ll see you out.”

When we got the door and I’d put my shoes on I turned around to face her. I couldn’t leave without saying at least something. “For the record, I wasn’t trying to get you to sleep with me. …Or maybe I was, but that’s not the case. What I mean is that, it just got out of control. I wanted to kiss you from the moment I first saw you, Emily. And when I got to speak to you, I noticed that you’re different. You’re… Well, I…” I really didn’t know how to put this right.

“Harry, it’s fine. We’d both been drinking. Really, it’s fine.”

“No, I mean I didn’t kiss you because I just wanted to sleep with you, I kissed you because I saw something else in you. I really don’t know what it is about you, but when I’m around you I’m acting all weird. Like now…” I said, grinning at her, trying to put on my best game. I couldn’t leave her without at least letting her know that. “I like you. Well, I guess that’s what I wanted to say yesterday.”

She just stood there looking up at me. I took that as my queue for leaving and turned around and walked out the door, not sure if I managed to actually convince her or make more of a fool out of myself.

Notes

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