My head bangs hard as their is a huge headache growing once I wake up. I groan at the pain internally. Sitting up on the bed, my eyes open and I suddenly glance at everything completely confused. This isn't my room! The bed moves a bit, I turn to the other side of the bed only to find Harry laying in it. My eyes widen, and I pull myself out of the bed fast.

I watch him in pure shock. Then I feel naked halfway from my body. I then realize I wear one of his shirts.

Oh no! Did we? NO, please no!

Fuck!

I open a door, determined to find the restroom, but am met with a closet instead. Trying the door beside it, I then am met with a dark restroom. Turning the lights on, I step into it and lock the door. There's a small, white sink and besides sits a toilet. I use the small mirror hanged on the wall to examine my face.

"You slut!" I whisper to my reflection, disappointed in myself.

I had never drank, and the one time I do, I just had to fuck around. How could I let this happen? But how did Harry have the balls to take advantage of my drunken state to fuck me?

My head feels like it's ready to explode. I have so many fucking questions bubbling into my head and this hangover isn't helping.

How did we end up in this place? How did I allow Harry to do this?

Suddenly, I feel like I'm running out of breath. Tears start rolling down my cheeks.

I decide to try and get fresh air, but regret it the second I open the bathroom door and almost bump into Harry.

He looks sleepy, but when he notices I can't catch my breath, his face turns into a concerned one.

"Emma, what's wrong?" His voice comes out raspier than usual.

Acting out in anger of him using me, I try to ignore the breath that isn't making it fully into my lungs, and curl my hands into fists and begin to just punch and push Harry back.

"Why did you take advantage of me? I was drunk you asshole!" 

He tries to hold me still, trying to grip my hands, and after a few seconds, he manages to stop me. Which only makes me cry harder, because I didn't let all my anger out on punching him.

"What? Emma, I didn't!" He tries to keep me hostage.

"Let me go!" Now all I'm trying to do is escape his hold.

"Emma, we didn't do anything! I didn't touch you at all." He tries to sound convincing.

"Why am I wearing your shirt then? You liar! Last night, you used me as a fake girlfriend...why should I believe any of this?" I begin to try and hit him again, but he only squeezes tighter, kind of hurting my wrists now.

"Emma stop!" He jerks me towards him, and both of our chests bump into each other.

I stop the fight, and let tears roll. I look into his eyes, so he can see my pain, and maybe he'll feel pity and be honest for once.

"We didn't do anything Emma." He whispers softly. Harry almost convinces me for a moment, but I know better than that.

"You're such a liar, isn't that what you wanted? And of course, since I was drunk, it was the best way for you to get it!" My voice breaks here and there. Harry's eyes study me carefully.

"I do want you Emma, but not like that. I'm a dick, I'll admit it...but I wouldn't do you like that."

"You expect me to believe that, after what you did last night at your friend's house?" I try once again to pull myself out of his hold, because he has me too close and I hate it.

"No, but Emma...if something had happened between us, even in your drunk state, I promise you that you wouldn't have forgotten it so easily." After he says that, he lets me loose. I watch him, but he only shakes his head at me, and leaves the room.

I shake away what he just said, and search the floor for my clothes. As I pick them up, I realize they're soaking wet. Why are they wet?

Not knowing what to do, I look for my phone, but it's nowhere. Oh Adam must be so worried!

Walking over to the closed curtains in the room, I slide them open only to be surprised by a huge, windy storm blowing the water all sorts of places, not allowing the eye to see much far. Then something clicks in my head. Images of I sitting inside Harry's car. Harry drives and the storm ahead blinding the view.

I try and reminisce what happened after my memory of last night, which is blank after the part where I'm seated on a couch with Jade, Francis' wife beside me.

So we were talking, then the boys came to sit with us. But the further I try to push my mind to remember, the more my head hurts. I decide to search a nylon bag that sits on a chair. I find a pair of dirty shorts, but for now they'll do. Putting them on, I adjust the waistband tight, and try to fix myself up a bit. I step out of the room, which I'm met by a long corridor. I realize we're in a hotel room. I try and find an elevator, and come across one after walking a few feet forward.

I click the first floor and look for a cafeteria. Once I find it, I step into it and decide to get something to eat.

I notice there's no one, not even Harry is around. A woman dressed in a uniform steps into the cafeteria, and smiles at me.

"Excuse me, do you guys by any chance give out painkillers?" I ask, approaching her.

"The hotel doesn't give out medicine ma'am, but I have some of my own, and if you really need them, I'll gladly give you." The woman in her mid forties look so sweet and I nod.

"Of course, thank you." She takes out a bottle from her little pocket of her outfit. I read the name of the pills in my head. Tylenol. Just perfect!

She opens the lid and lets two white pills slide out into my hand.

"Thank you so much ma'am." I then step over to a water fountain and serve water into a plastic cup, then drink down the pills.

I watch from the corner of my eye, as the woman leaves.

I serve myself breakfast from the thing sitting on the sides and start eating. Planning on what to do on how to get out of here, I am reminded of the horrible storm I saw out the hotel window. I could get a phone and call Adam to pick me up, but I don't want to get him out of the house in this horrible storm. I'm sure he didn't go to work, with that horrible storm still going on, it must be impossible.

I'll call him once I'm done with breakfast, at least to notify him that I'm still alive and okay. But first, I really want to remember what happened last night. I'm really hoping Harry's lying ass was being honest for once.

By when I finish my breakfast, my headache has minimized, and I feel like now I can think things without overheating my brain. I try to recall last night by walking around the main lobby. Nothing, not a single memory flashes through like the one that did when I opened the curtains and watched the storm.

After a bit more of walking around the lobby, I decide to go back to the hotel room. Maybe a shower will help.

Once I'm back to standing in front of the same hotel room door I walked out of an hour ago, I try to open it, just to realize it's locked.

Fuck! How did I not remember that a hotel room needs a key or a card key to get back in? I try knocking on the door. Maybe, just maybe, housekeeping might be in there cleaning right now and if they hear my knocking, they'll open.

Nothing.

"Oh my God Emma!" I whine at myself.

"Now you have to go look around for that asshole!" If anyone walked out of their room at this moment, and saw me talking to myself, they'd definitely think I'm crazy.

I look both ways at the long corridor, hoping to see that guy I really don't want to see at the moment, but I need him for the access of this damn room. Once I see nothing from either side, I step away from the door, and determine myself to search for him, but then I hear as the door is being unlocked on the inside.

My breath gets caught in my throats once the door comes to open. Harry stands there, hair wet, naked, with only a white towel wrapped around his waist. He notices me staring at his wet chest and toned stomach and smirks. I quickly look away and push myself into the room, through the small space he gives me to walk in.

"You're lucky I heard the knocking." I think it'd be better if he hadn't heard my knocking.

"Is there extra towels in the shower?" I decide to ignore him.

"Yes. Emma, you did see the extra card key I left on the drawer beside the bed right?" Of course! Now I look like an idiot! No I fucking didn't Styles! If I had seen it, I'm sure I wouldn't have knocked on the door!

"I don't need your help." I didn't make sense, but I was so pissed. So when I stepped into the restroom, I slammed the door closed.

As I showered, the refreshing warm water seemed to help, and almost like magic, I started remembering what had actually happened last night.

I drank too much at Francis' house and sat on Harry's lap, because I had realized Jade was bisexual. Not that I had a problem with that, but the drunk me was not coping right. She was far too nice to Harry, and that pissed me off, a lot. We left, while the storm had started and it was bad.

In the car, I made a move on Harry. Just to think that the drunk me had quite the balls to do things, was pissing me off, but at the same time I was proud of her. Harry mentioned Adam, and the drunk Emma began to panic. Then, the last thing I recall is me trying to walk out of a moving car, and Harry loosing control of his car, because of trying to hold me back.

Oh my God! So in reality, this is really my fault. How did Harry get us here? Did we crash? Well I'm sure I have no scratches or anything, but once I'm drying my body, I double check. I begin to feel a little guilt. Yes, I'm still mad about the fact that Harry used me as his girlfriend, but I'm also to curious as to why he used me.

Peeking my head out the door, I see Harry wearing a pair of black jeans and a black shirt. His back facing me. He looks good! Okay stop Emma!

Clearing my throat, he turns his head and looks into my eyes.

"Umm...can I borrow..um one of your shirts?" This is awkward.

Instead of just handing me any shirt, he hands me the whole nylon bag.

"I sent your actual clothes to be washed up." He says as he starts ruffling his hair with his large fingers to get water out of it.

"Oh...uh thanks." I hardly reveal a small smile, then close the door.

Searching through the bag, there is no underwear or anything. I recognize some of this stuff from the back of his trunk. Back when we went to that club, the green, he carried so many clothes of his in the trunk, so I figure that this clothes came out of there.

I pick a long, button up, black shirt, because it looks the cleanest.

He won't know I'm not wearing any undergarments anyways. It's not like that's any of his business anyways. Buttoning the shirt up to the last button, I notice it's big enough to cover my legs. It's only at least and inch above my knee.

Grabbing the clothing off of the floor, I walk into the room, to find him sitting at the edge of the bed. His eyes quickly glance up at me. He then examines his shirt on me.

"Have you seen my phone?" I place the bag on the floor.

"I think I left it back in the car." He watches me.

"Where is your car? What happened to it?" I cross my arms over my chest, and lean on the door frame.

"It spinned, and crashed into a tree." Oh damn! I feel bad now. His car is very pretty, and all because of my stupidities, it is now crashed.

"I'm sorry Harry." I apologize, truly meaning it.

"Do you remember what happened now?" He frowns up at me.

"Yeah." My voice comes out low.

"I only remember getting a panic attack, then you tried to hold me back and lost control of the steering wheel. It's my fault your car is crashed."  I feel really guilty now. Not even his using me as a girlfriend, is even a problem now.

"You fainted, and I decided to carry you...until I came across this hotel. I was trying to get a room with two beds so you wouldn't get the wrong idea, but there was only rooms with one bed left." Oh, how shitty I feel.

"Harry I'm truly very sorry." I apologize again.

"Don't worry, the car can be fixed, I hope."

"No...I'm sorry for misjudging you. Well also for your car." He meets eyes with me.

"You had the right to, after I used you as my fake girlfriend." He is sort of right.

"I don't know why I panicked in the car...I just did."

"Because I mentioned Adam." He states.

"I know that, but it shouldn't have been such a big deal like that." I respond.

"Speaking of Adam, can I use your phone to call him?" I need to at least notify him that I'm okay.

"I..don't have my phone, but I called him through the phone here in the room." He points at it.

"Oh you did?"

"Yeah, I told them where we were stuck and they said to stay put. Adam wanted to talk to you, but you weren't in the room." Harry explains.

"You should call him." He adds, after a few seconds after.

"Yeah." I say, but don't move.

"Well since we're stuck here, I'm gonna go see if they rent out any movies and buy snacks to at least watch movies and not go insane." He lets out a soft laugh. I smile at him. He stands up and leaves the room.

Oh Harry! I can't believe I made him go through that shit, yelled in his face in the morning, and he still didn't blame things on me. He makes me so confused.

I decide to call Adam, because I just want to hear him for a bit.

"Hello?" His voice rings into the speaker.

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