The pounding of my head was driving me crazy. I had to get up and get something for this headache. No concern for the dude laying beside me, I didn't even know who he was or care to find out. He was just someone I dragged back home after a night out. I shrugged him off and got up to find some kind of pain killers. After finding some I just hopped back into the bed and doze off once again only to be awaken to a strip of light hitting me in the face from my curtains and the smell of breakfast. Was Kevin home? He usually is never home, always passed out drunk on another friend's couch or an one night stand's bed. I sighed. I should probably go and check.

Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit. I rushed back to my room. Is it really him? Oh god it can't be him. Why of all the guys I bring home, I had to bring home him? I thrown some cloths on not wanting to roam around my house naked with the guy that I gave my virginity too and broke up with him afterwards. Should I kick him out?

I started hypervenalating after it finally hit me. I slept with Harry. He was my one night stand last night! WIth that thought I started hating myself for letting me slip up. I never did this before the move to London. I never got drunk, I never slept with anybody, but after the huge break up with Oliver and the decision to move back to London just brought it out of me.

I let out a huff and prepared myself to go out and face my worst nightmare.

The kitchen was foggy with what Harry was frying, he had opened up a window to let it fan out but the kitchen still was a bit cloudy. Harry looked up at me and gave a little smile. He started searching the place for plates and once finally finding them, he filled one with food. He gave a smirk as he handed me the plate. Cautiously I took it. I examined him for a minute. He was only wearing boxers and nothing more.

"Go on, eat." Harry said waving his cooking utensil at me.

I kept staring at him as I moved my way over to the table. Not letting my eyes leave his presence as I scarfed down the eggs he cooked. He gave a little chuckle and turned back to the stove.

I gave up, this was too weird to handle. I quickly got up, placing the dish in the sink and turning to Harry.
"You got to go." I said. He just laughed and shook his head. Fustrated I started pushing his lean body but the bitch wouldn't move.
"Why do you want me out so bad?" Harry snickered. "Too awkward?"
"You shouldn't be here, I didn't know what I was doing last night."
Harry let out a laugh. He took his plate of food and walked over to the table to eat.
"THis isn't funny!" I barked, standing in front of him with my arms folded over my chest.
"Bet you didn't expect to have Harry Styles in your bed again?"
"You are dumb." I muttered which only made him laugh.
"Didn't expect Bricklyn Richards to be bringing home one night stands."
"Shut up." I scoffed.
"You were so drunk of your arse." Harry chuckled, shaking his head slightly. Probably remembering last night.
"How would you know?" I asked, curious as if he was just as drunk as I was, or this whole time he knew who was bringing him home.
"I wasn't that drunk unlike someone."
"So you knew exactly what you were doing!" I was horrified.
"I just saw you stumbling about in the club. All I wanted to do was get you home save." Harry fluttered his eye lashes as if he was only being a good samaritan.

Disgusted I thrown a dish rag at him.

"I wasn't planning on sleeping with you, you were the one who begged me." Harry drawn out the word begged as he walked by me, setting his dish in the sink as well.
"Whatever."
"It is true, I asked you where you lived so I could take you home safely, and once you were inside, you pounced." Harry's face was serious for a minute, he was leaned up against the counter as he examined me standing there in front of him. "You gotten better than before." Harry's face broke instantly and started laughing. This was just a fun little game for him.
"Get out!" I yelled grabbing the spatula he was cooking with and started hitting Harry.
"You are too easy to get mad." He chuckled. He grabbed the spatula away from my hands and reached around to smack my butt with it.
"Ouch!" I shouted covoring my behind.
"Why did you move back to London?" He asked, finally stopping his little fit of laughter. He had gone serious again.
"Because." I muttered. I flipped Harry off before I started for my bedroom. "Get out now." I shouted behind me.
I hoped he would leave but no, he followed me to my bedroom.
"I was surprised to see you there at the club. I had to take a few glances to make sure it was you.So why London?"
"If I tell you, will you leave?"
"If you tell me." Harry plopped down on my bed, folding his hands together on his lap waiting for my answer.
"I missed London." I mumbled.
"Why?"
"Harry can you just leave." I huffed.
"Tell me why."
"I don't know!"

It went quiet for a while. Harry sat there as if he was in deep thought.

"Don't you have a fiance?" Harry asked finally breaking the silence.
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I asked back.
"She is old news.And the last I heard you had a fiance, what was his name? Oliver?"
"I am not talking about this with you."
"Did you have sex with him and then break up with him? Was that what happened?" Harry mocked.
"Shut up! You have no reason to talk, not after you dated the tramp you cheated with." I snapped. Harry's face was looking very punchable at the moment.
"I didn't mean to cheat. Just like last night for you, it was like that for me. I didn't know who I was going home with!" Harry had risen from his spot and walked over to me. He grabbed both of my arms. I tried to shake his grip off but he held on tighter.
"Let go!" I hissed.
"I loved you and I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't know what was going on." Harry shook me, his eyes pleading.
"Why are you still trying to convince me? It was two years ago!"
"Because I lost hope and moved on, but once I saw you there last night, here in London, at the same club! I am not over you!" I was shocked, I couldn't form any words. I just stood there in his grip, looking up at him."Bricklyn! I want to try again." His words were stern and I had a feeling that he wasn't lying. He thought it was fate.
"I don't know. Harry I just don't know."
Harry let go of me and let out a sign. "I am going to go now." He said as he began to gather up his clothes.

Harry got dressed and walked out of the room, I followed behind him. He suddenly stopped at the coffee table and took a piece of paper that was scattered on it and wrote something down. He then continued to the door where he turned around to look at me.
"Bye Bricklyn." He said before shutting the door behind him.

I walked over to the paper he wrote on. Harry wrote down his number with 'Call me after you think about it' written underneath.

Authors Notes: So after many comments and messages about creating a sequel, here it is. Give me feedback if you would like, is it lame, good, okay? Thanks :)