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Chapter 3

Riley's Pov

I wake up with a splitting headache in a king size bed with a dark grey comforter. I'm surrounded by dark walls with dark curtains covering the windows. I throw the cover off my legs and see a goss wrapping around my left knee. I'm not in my pants anymore, but light pink shorts. I stare at the color choice of clothing on my thighs and feel the urge to throw up. I hate pink. I try to get up, but when I stand and put the slightest bit of weight on my left leg I fall and whimper in pain. I get up again with a tiny bit of tears in my eyes from the pain of my knee and limp over to the door. What happened last night. Everything was a blur. How did I get here? I don't even remember leaving the house.
I walk down a hallway that led me to a staircase. I hold on tightly to the railing and finally get on the bottom floor of this house. I think it seems bigger since it is taking me longer to get around it. I look around the corner and see a big room with a TV, 3 couches, 2 chairs, and a coffee table in the middle of the room. "This must be the living room"'

As I try to find someone else in the house but me I bring myself to what is the kitchen. Nobody here. Wait wait, crap!! "DOOG!!" I scream and run away. The dog runs after me and run into bathroom. The dog just stays on the other side of the door, barking and clawing at the wood. "What am I doing here? Where is my phone? Who's house was this?" I ask myself many questions before hearing a door open then close with a lot of footsteps meaning more than in person. This is followed by a Man's voice with a British accent. "Watson! Come! Now!" The man orders and I the dog's edges of the nails tap against the floor as he trots off. "She's not upstairs" More footsteps are heard on the other side of the door and I stay silent. "Hello? Are you in there, Miss?" I listen to for a different man speaks and knocks on the door. Maybe they can get me the hell out of here. I open the door and look up at the man. I remember everything from last night. My eyes go wide to see the man we all waited for. "You okay?" He asks looking very concerned. "What are you doing here? What am I doing here? Why am I here?!" I start to freak out and he tries to calm me down. "Will someone take me home? What happened to my leg?! Who the hell put me in these ridiculous pink shorts?!" I yell and he puts both of his hands on my shoulders. "Calm down. I'll explain everything. Just calm down, okay Riley?" He assures and I relax and take a deep breath. "How do you know my name?" I ask and he tells me he used my phone. "I'm confused. Why am I here?" I ask again and he leads me back to the kitchen and I see another man. "Hey... I'm gonna leave you to this. Later mate!" And like that he leaves. "That's Liam. Don't worry about him." He says and I just stare at the guy in front of me. "Why am I here?" I ask her the hundredth time. "I brought you here because It'll look strange for me carrying your limp sleeping body to your house" he states and opens the fridge and gets out a water bottle. "That doesn't answer my question." I fold my arms becoming impatient waiting for the answer. "Do you not remember last night?" He questions me and my patience grows a little slimmer. "Yes, I do. My brother threw a block party for you, and you didn't even show up" I scoff and he leans against the counter as I sit on a kitchen bar stool and I just looks at me. "Actually I did arrive. You were just passed out. And that's how I found you. You had your leg cut on a broken beer bottle and so I took care of it."

"You took off my clothes?" I ask showing my anger and concern for if he had saw me naked. "What? No. My friend Nina did. She gave you those shorts. They look kind tight" he mocks. "Shorts? They are turning my underwear into a g-string" I say as he looks at my legs biting his lip. "So anyways, I took you here, put you in my bed and I slept downstairs" he explains. I'm 110% sure he has guest rooms. "Why didn't you sleep in one of your extra rooms? Or just put me in one of them?" I ask. "They are being remodeled" He tells me and I nod. "So you didn't see me naked?" I question hoping he didn't. "Yes and no. I saw you in your underwear. Someone wore very sexy panties to a party that was for me. And they matched. Did someone expect something last night?" He smirks. "You need new shirts" he comments and I roll my eyes. "Why?" I ask and he finishes his water. "The top you wore made you look small upfront. Which for the record you are not" he adds. "Excuse me! You said you didn't see me without clothes!" I scowl. "I didn't. You don't need to be fully naked for me to know you have a size... What? D? They are definitely bigger than C's" he notes and I sit there feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

He continues to talk about how 'amazing' he thought my body was, and I continued to sit there with red cheeks. "Can you take me home please?!" I shout trying to change the subject. What the heck was wrong with me? Nobody has ever had that affect in me. Ever. Not even celebrities. I met Brad Pitt once, and nothing. "Ya know.. You're cute when blush." He walks over to me and I just refuse to look at him. I just look down until I see a hand appear in my vision. "I'm Harry." He smiles and I take his hand and shake it. "I know." He lets go and just looks down at me. "So, you staying here all day or what?" He stands there waiting for an answer. "Well, I asked for someone to take me home like three times earlier" I reply and he nods. " By the way, where is my phone?" I ask him and he pulls it out of his pocket. "I put my number in it. Don't delete it." He mentions and I take the phone from his hands. Wait till your stuff is down washing. Not sure you'd want to go home looking like a whore. Wait, are you?!" He turns around with wide eyes full of hope and excitement. "N-No?" I respond wondering why he asked me that. "Oh God! Do you want to have sex with me?" I quiry looking at him turn back around and walking away. I follow him into a laundry room. "Who wouldn't want to have sex with you? Straight men, lesbians. I'm pretty sure that even gay men would change their sexuality for you if they could. "So you do wanna have sex with me?" I ask again. "I just answered that question" he states. "No you didn't" I add and he turns around. "Fine. Yes I do. A hardcore criminal wants to have hardcore sex with you. Does that make you feel good? Never mind. It won't"