More Than I Bargained For
One Night Stand
It has been extremely hard staying sane while on tour.. I love fans, and I love visiting all these new cities, but I've been quite gutted lately. There's no time for myself; no time to visit family or friends. I was so relieved to find out we get the day off today. We played a venue in New York last night; I'm going to assume we are still here as I don't remember getting on the bus last night. I'm sure there are plenty of places to get plastered around here. I know, 'total Harry behavior'. I've seen fans tweet about it all the time. I don't understand why it's their business.. Honestly, it's not my fault that I'm a pussy magnet. You go, Harry, you hilarious bastard.
~No POV~
It's a rainy yet beautiful day in New York. The level of excitement is off the charts; all teenage girls are well aware that One Direction is in the area. With tweens, teens, and adults swarming the streets and waiting for them outside their hotel, there was certainly a reason for Harry to be a bit more stressed than usual. His plan was to sneak out to his Ferrari rental; the only thought on his mind was getting shitfaced. Although he knew he might be in trouble later on, it was well worth it; the opportunity to let loose and have fun was too precious to pass up. After a lot of trouble trying to make his way to the car without being seen, he was finally able to escape the fans and drive to the local club.
~Harry~
I had the valet park my car before slipping inside unseen. I made my way to the bar and ordered a few shots. Despite it being quite early, the club was packed and there were a lot of beautiful women all of the place. At this point, the alcohol was quickly going to my head and I could care less about what people looked like. I made my way over to the dance floor and started grinding against any and all breathing females. To be quite honest, this is about all I remember.. It felt as if I was zoning in and out of conciousness. That must have been very strong liquor? When I "zoned back in", I found myself laying on a bed in a crappy hotel. The room was freezing.. I got up to turn on the heater, but, as I looked around, I noticed that I was alone. I called out to see if anybody was there; I appeared to be alone. How did I get here if nobody brought me here? This certainly isn't my hotel room! Before I could start searching for my phone, I saw the door swing open. I looked up and saw the outline of what I thought was a guy. I rubbed my eyes and blinked repeatedly; my eyes still weren't fully focused. As my eyes began to return to their normal state, the figure started to move towards me. I had a booming headache and rubbed my temples as they sat next to me on the bed. Their perfume was quite intoxicating. It was a pretty strong scent; I breathed in the wonderful aroma and realized this figure was far from being a male. I kept adjusting to the bright light coming through the window, but I was able to make out a few of her features. She had beautiful, long brunette hair that stopped just under her breasts. Not like I was staring at them or anything. She was carrying two coffee cups in her adorable milky white hands. Her complexion was smooth as a baby's bottom, but she had a few cute freckles that practically blended in with her skin. We both had yet to speak a word; she handed me two orange tablets and a coffee cup. Hoping that these weren't drugs and actually something for this migraine, I popped them in my mouth and sipped what I guessed was tea. I have not adjusted to these unfamiliar tea flavors Americans drink.. What is a chai? My thoughts were interrupted as the beauty that sat before me started to apologize about last night. I had no idea that I missed a whole day! I'm going to be late if I don't leave soon. Not wanting to be rude, I let her continue begging for my forgiveness. Okay, that was extremely exaggerated, but she did keep apologizing about how this was her first time doing anything like this. I quickly forgave her and grabbed my phone; I ignored the incoming phone call to wrap up this conversation. She looked sad as she realized it was time for me to go. I found it odd that she actually treated me like.. Well, like a normal person? I told her I could give her a ride to wherever she needed to go and I would call her later on. I know, I know.. I can have whoever I want and I shouldn't fall for some easy girl. That was a very rude way of putting it, but I guess it is true. There's just something about her, though. Something that makes me wish that this will be more than just a one night stand.
~No POV~
It's a rainy yet beautiful day in New York. The level of excitement is off the charts; all teenage girls are well aware that One Direction is in the area. With tweens, teens, and adults swarming the streets and waiting for them outside their hotel, there was certainly a reason for Harry to be a bit more stressed than usual. His plan was to sneak out to his Ferrari rental; the only thought on his mind was getting shitfaced. Although he knew he might be in trouble later on, it was well worth it; the opportunity to let loose and have fun was too precious to pass up. After a lot of trouble trying to make his way to the car without being seen, he was finally able to escape the fans and drive to the local club.
~Harry~
I had the valet park my car before slipping inside unseen. I made my way to the bar and ordered a few shots. Despite it being quite early, the club was packed and there were a lot of beautiful women all of the place. At this point, the alcohol was quickly going to my head and I could care less about what people looked like. I made my way over to the dance floor and started grinding against any and all breathing females. To be quite honest, this is about all I remember.. It felt as if I was zoning in and out of conciousness. That must have been very strong liquor? When I "zoned back in", I found myself laying on a bed in a crappy hotel. The room was freezing.. I got up to turn on the heater, but, as I looked around, I noticed that I was alone. I called out to see if anybody was there; I appeared to be alone. How did I get here if nobody brought me here? This certainly isn't my hotel room! Before I could start searching for my phone, I saw the door swing open. I looked up and saw the outline of what I thought was a guy. I rubbed my eyes and blinked repeatedly; my eyes still weren't fully focused. As my eyes began to return to their normal state, the figure started to move towards me. I had a booming headache and rubbed my temples as they sat next to me on the bed. Their perfume was quite intoxicating. It was a pretty strong scent; I breathed in the wonderful aroma and realized this figure was far from being a male. I kept adjusting to the bright light coming through the window, but I was able to make out a few of her features. She had beautiful, long brunette hair that stopped just under her breasts. Not like I was staring at them or anything. She was carrying two coffee cups in her adorable milky white hands. Her complexion was smooth as a baby's bottom, but she had a few cute freckles that practically blended in with her skin. We both had yet to speak a word; she handed me two orange tablets and a coffee cup. Hoping that these weren't drugs and actually something for this migraine, I popped them in my mouth and sipped what I guessed was tea. I have not adjusted to these unfamiliar tea flavors Americans drink.. What is a chai? My thoughts were interrupted as the beauty that sat before me started to apologize about last night. I had no idea that I missed a whole day! I'm going to be late if I don't leave soon. Not wanting to be rude, I let her continue begging for my forgiveness. Okay, that was extremely exaggerated, but she did keep apologizing about how this was her first time doing anything like this. I quickly forgave her and grabbed my phone; I ignored the incoming phone call to wrap up this conversation. She looked sad as she realized it was time for me to go. I found it odd that she actually treated me like.. Well, like a normal person? I told her I could give her a ride to wherever she needed to go and I would call her later on. I know, I know.. I can have whoever I want and I shouldn't fall for some easy girl. That was a very rude way of putting it, but I guess it is true. There's just something about her, though. Something that makes me wish that this will be more than just a one night stand.