Harry's POV

Fuck. Damn it, why do I ever drink? Every time. It's never worth this damn headache when I wake up. At least my pillow smells good.

Wait. That's not my...that doesn't smell like my bed. It's like...flowery and shit. What is that? It smells fucking good, that's all I know. I slowly blink my eyes open and turn onto my back so I can stretch my arms over my head. Hangovers are the worst. Where the fuck am I?

"You're still here?"

What the...I lift my head and look over my body towards the voice. A girl with her hair piled messily on top of her head stands in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest. She's wearing a massive tshirt and from the looks of it, not much else.

"Umm...hi?"

She rolls her eyes and walks towards the bed, bending over on her way and picking up what looks like the clothes I was wearing last night. I swear, I never do this. I'm not the kind of guy that does one night stands every weekend. This just happened. I must have been so hammered.

"Slumber party's over," she says. She tosses all my clothes at my face. "Time to leave."

"What?" I laugh, uncovering my face. Bits and pieces start coming back and I remember stumbling into things in this apartment. She tugged on my hair and that was fucking hot.

"I have to work and honestly, it's weird that you're still here," she says simply.

"It's weird?" I repeat. I prop myself up on my elbows and raise an eyebrow. "We had sex last night and I fell asleep. Why is that weird?"

"Who stays the night?" she says, sassily moving her head forward. She rolls her eyes and waves a hand at me. "Forget it. Just get dressed and get out."

"Aren't you a bucket of sunshine," I tease as she walks out of the room. She's hot, I'll give her that. Feisty too.

I stand up and pull on my boxers. A flashback of her pulling them off with her teeth flashes in my mind. Yeah, I definitely had fun last night. After my pants are up and buttoned I take my shirt in my hand and walk out to the main area. The apartment is small but it's pretty tidy, aside from some books laying on the table and couch.

"Do you go to college?" I ask, running a hand through my hair as I walk towards her. She pours coffee into a mug and turns around, eyes scanning my torso with a bored expression. That's unusual.

"Why do you care?" she asks simply. Not in a bitch-way, just genuinely wondering.

"It's just a simple question. Just trying to be polite," I explain, pulling my t-shirt over my head.

"I don't do questions," she says. She takes another sip of her coffee and walks away from me. "I trust you can let yourself out? I need to shower."

"I had a nice time too!" I call after her. She shuts the door without a word and I find myself laughing, pleased with her attitude instead of offended by it. I've clearly worn out my welcome, though, and it's time for me to leave.

When I get back to my house I cringe at the smell. This place is gross. No way in hell am I cleaning up after four other guys. I clean my shit and that's good enough for me. I walk up the creaky steps to my room and grab a towel so I can take a shower before I go to work.

"Styles!"

I poke my head out the door I was about to close when I hear Louis call my name. He stops outside the door and crosses his arms, sly smirk on his face.

"What do you want, Lou?" I ask, rolling my eyes. I know what's coming.

"So where'd you get off to last night?" he asks slyly.

"Fuck off," I laugh, shutting and locking the door. My memory has been slowly but surely coming back. I met that girl at a party down the street from our place. I think I was told that the school's varsity women's volleyball team was throwing it. Why I ended up at hers and not mine I have no idea. Mine is way closer. Either way, she was hot and she was a really fun girl. I wonder where she works. Does she go to USC?

"Harry! We're going to be late!"

"Yeah, I'm coming," I groan, wrapping a towel around my waist and heading to my room to get dressed. Niall, Louis and I all work at Louis' step-dad's restaurant. It's nothing fancy and it's not exactly bad-ass, but it pays decent and we have some fun. Louis fucks around with customers more than he should, but he can't exactly get fired can he.

"You've got that post-fucked glow about you," Louis says as I walk down the stairs. I flip him off and Niall laughs with him. "Let's go, curly. We're late thanks to you."

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"Table seven is bitching about your service again," I tell Louis. He rolls his eyes and stands up from his chair.

"Aright I guess I should bring their food."

"You're a terrible fucking server," I tell him as he walks by. I head out to one of my tables with coffee. This fucking adorable old couple that comes in every tuesday and Friday are my favourite people ever. They always leave a tip and then give me a little extra on the side because they know we share and they're so nice to me.

"Harry," Marla says as I walk over, "When are you going to introduce us to your girlfriend?"

I smile and refill both their cups. For some reason an image of the girl I slept with last night creeps into my mind and I realize I don't even know her name. "When I get one you'll be the first to know."

"I thought for sure you had a special girl," she says, pinching my arm.

"Tell Joe the pancakes are delicious," Peter says.

"I will. Do you two need anything else?"

"No, dear. You have other people to worry about," Marla says. "We're alright for a while."

"Take your time, okay? If you need something just yell or throw something at me," I joke. They both laugh as I walk away. I love old people.

"You could not be more of a kiss-ass," Niall says as I walk back to the kitchen.

"Those people give me an extra ten bucks every time, so I don't give a fuck. I actually like them, they're nice to me and they're here all the time."

"So who'd you go home with last night?" he asks as we both fill drink orders.

"Okay don't judge me, but I don't remember her name," I admit. He laughs loudly and my cheeks heat. "She was over it by the morning anyway. She basically kicked me out."

"Shows how much you do this kind of thing," he says simply. "You're not supposed to stay the night."

"I passed the fuck out, Niall. I was so drunk."

He laughs again and walks away to take care of his tables. Three more hours, that's all.

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"My head is pounding," I groan as Niall drives us back to the house. "I need coffee, let's pull over here."

I jump out of the car before my stomach lurches and walk into the coffee place. It's small, not a chain store and I've been here once or twice. The coffee is amazing and they bake everything from scratch. As soon as the smell hits my nose I feel a little better. I had no time this morning and I'm hungry, hung over and in need of caffeine. When I walk up to the counter a girl appears out of the back and adjusts a few things before coming over to the counter. Clean lines of small amounts of makeup make the colour in her eyes brighter than stars and her blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Her lips are full and pale, but her skin is a darker olive tone. She's beautiful and...very familiar.

"Shit," she mutters. She obviously recognizes me from last night and this morning. She plasters on a fake smile and tilts her head to the side. "What can I get for you?"

"Your name for starters." She rolls her eyes and I look down at her name tag. "Carmen."

"Do you want coffee or not?" she says calmly. She seems rather bored by me. I'm not bragging when I say this, but with my accent and my little smirk most girls have a hard time being bored around me. I don't get what the big deal is with the accent, but apparently American girls like it.

"Yeah, biggest one you have. And one of those blueberry things," I say, pointing to the pastries.

"A scone or a muffin?" she says, tapping things onto her register. When I don't answer she looks up at me with eyebrows raised. "Well?"

"Which one's better?" I ask cheekily, leaning forward on my palms.

"They're both good," she says simply. When I don't answer she lets out an irritated sigh. "Hell, just pick one already."

"I was hoping you'd lighten up as the day went on, but apparently you're always like this," I conclude.

"Either order or leave," she says dryly.

"Fine," I agree. "Give me one of those muffins."

"Great," she says, faking happy again. "That's $4.37."

She turns to get my shit and I take out a five, leaving it on the counter. When she places my stuff on the counter I pick it up and walk out again.

"You forgot your change," she calls. I turn and push the door open with my back while I walk out.

"Keep it."

At least now I know where she works. I can't help the dumb grin on my face when I get back into the car. I know they both see it and when they don't stop staring I throw bits of my muffin at them.

Notes

so im trying a new story!!! im going to be alternation POV, harry then carmen and so on. i was going to just do harrys pov but i dont think so anymore :P

i really wasnt going to start a new story but..i couldn't help myself. damn.

hope you guys like it :)

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