She awoke to the still faint sunlight streaming into the bedroom. She was spread out on her matress like a starfish face down, it was her day off university and she was planning to enjoy her lay in. The events of last night had completly slipped Sophie-Mae's mind as she groaned and covered her face with a pillow.

But a deep,croaky voice interrupted her peacefull rest. ''Morning princess.''

Her head shot up, still gripping the pillow tightly, The Harry Styles was leaning on her doorframe with a smirk on his face. Sophie-Mae's eyes widened before she let out a God awful scream and throwing the pillow at the tall figure...but he was too quick and stopped the pillow with his hands before it could hit him. ''What the fuck are you doing here?''
''Wow and I thought I wa the drunk one last night.'' He muttered gripping his neck before walk over and sitting on the edge of her bed facing Sophie-Mae. ''When you were out walking last night, you ran into me. I was drunk. As usual. He muttered the last sentence shamefully. ''And the paps were after me, so you took me in, and let me stay the night.''
''Yeah I remember Harry...I was just a bit shocked to see you still here that's all.''
''What do you mean?''
''I expected you to be gone before I woke up. You being an international superstar and all.''
''Well I only woke up like'' He glanced down at his rolex before continuing. ''5 minutes ago and I thought I would come and thank you but you were still asleep but when you erm...groaned well I assumed you weren't.''
''Erm okay.'' She literally rolled out of bed leading to her landing on her bum and Harry chuckling at her clumsiness. ''Here.'' He stood up and held out is hand, she grabbed it and pulled herself up before walking past Harry and into the kitchen. ''Tea?'' She looked up briefly.
He just replied by nodding. They stood there in silence waiting for the tea to be ready. It was an awkward silence before Harry broke it.
''Thank you again...for last night.''
''No problem.'' The silence returned before she daringly continued, touching on a subject that may provoke some private info but she needed to know. ''Why do you do it?'' She questioned handing him his mug of tea.
He briefly spoke before taking his first sip. ''Huh?''
''The drink, the girls, why?''
''I don't really know.'' But he was finding it out more and more every second. You see Harry's breakfast usually consisted of a glass of brandy or whisky. it would overthrow to hangover and he felt a constant need. There was no way he was going to tell Sophie-Mae that this was the first morning in nearly a year which didn't involve even a drop of alcohol, but at this moment in time he felt no need for alcohol. He had forgotten how nice tea actually was.
''Well I remember seeing you on TV and I was in the front row for one of your concerts a year and a half ago and you were a different guy. You were actually my favourite.''
A large smirk appeared on Harry's face before he replied. ''So your a fan huh?''
As Sophie-Mae began to reply Harry put the mug down on the marble counter and stepped dangerously close to her, so their chests were almost touching. ''No. I have two twin sisters. Their eight, and they are obsessed with One Direction. Well mainly you, but I took them to the concert for their birthday last year.''
''I don't believe you.'' He chuckled breathing on her.
She thought it would be best to change the subject. ''You still havn't answered my subject.''
There was about a minute of complete silence which just consisted of them glancing between eachothers eyes...and lips. They each moved a step forward so now their bodies were pressed up against eachother and Sophie-Mae's back was pressed up against the counter. But after that minute, they both eagerly leaned in and their lips touched aggressively, both of them wanting more, his hands rested on the counter behind her and her's gripped the muscles on his upper, inked arms.

Just as Harry's hands moved down to Sophie-Mae's upper thigh, ready to lift her up onto the counter, without breaking the kiss, the moment was ruined my Harry's phone ringing loudly in his pocket, against Sophie-Mae's leg.
''You might want to get that.'' She muttered between kisses. After a few more light kisses the two broke away and Harry answered the phone impatiently.

Sophie-Mae remained leaning against the counter, but she was now gripping the mug of tea, but still not taking a single sip. She was frozen.

Harry had moved into the hallway by the front door but soon returned. This time only poking his head, round the kitchen doorway. ''I better be off.''

Sophie-Mae could only nod slightly, still frozen with shock, thinking about what just happened.

''Thankyou again Sophie-Mae. Your a good person.'' Harry said truthfully turning his head back round to face her as he opened the door, but again she could only nod, not daring to open her mouth. Miss Channing was speechless. A rare sight.

He exited and Sophie-Mae fell down with her back against the wall with her head in her hands. ''You could've just said something girl! Something! But oh no you had to just nod your head stupidly without opening your gob. God!''

Notes

Here we go! Sophie..x