6.

                                    

                                          
My eyelids fluttered open. Sighing contentedly, I rolled over. Harry's face was an inch from mine, still fast asleep, innocent looking. His arms were wrapped around my body. I closed my eyes and smiled, memories from last night flooding my mind. 
                          
After a while, Harry stirred beside me. I opened my eyes to see him watching me. He smiled shyly. 
                          
"Morning." He croaked. I smiled a little at his morning voice. It was far sexier than one might expect. 
                          
"Good sleep? " I asked. 
                          
"Great thanks, you?"
                          
"Not bad." I grinned. 
                          
Harry rolled over to check the time. 
                          
"Shit!" 
                          
"What?" I asked, immediately worried that I had done something to upset him. 
                          
"I'm supposed to be recording in half an hour!" 
                          
I felt a selfish sigh of relief come over me, knowing that I'd done nothing wrong. 
                          
He jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I climbed out after him, and picked up my phone. 9 missed calls from Eden. I had forgotten that I had asked her to call me... Was it really yesterday? It felt like a lifetime ago. 
                          
I looked up to see Harry watching you. 
                          
"Hey, ah, we're recording this morning and we have a concert tonight, but uh, do you wanna stay? Like, there's loads of people in the recording studio, and you can either watch the show or be backstage? I mean, only if you can, and want too..." He was rambling. 
                          
"I'd love to!" I said quickly, putting him out of his misery. I had loved spending time with the boys yesterday, and I'd gotten to really like Harry. 
                          
"I mean, only if that will be ok with everyone?"
                          
Harry smiled widely. 
                          
"Yeah, it'll be fine. "
                          
Just then, Harry's phone rang. He answered it. 
                          
"Hey, are you already down... Yeah, we're just coming... Yeah can you tell Paul? Thanks... I think so... No...'kay see you in a moment. " He hung up. 
                          
"That was Louis. " He said. "The others are all at the studio, Emma will give us a lift in 15 minutes. " 
                          
"Okay. I need a shower." I told him. 
                          
"Sure. I'll order breakfast while you do that. "
                          
I sat on the side of the bath, trying to process everything - it was a bit of a blur after the tequila last night. What was clear, was that I was currently sharing a hotel room with Harry Styles, and though I'd known little about him before meeting him, I was beginning to think I liked him. He was extremely attractive, of course - he could even be described as beautiful - but I'd know that already. What interested me was how nice he was...he appeared to be a genuinely good, kind person, so polite yet carefree at the same time...surely he had a flaw, but I was yet to find it. 
                          
I showered hastily, washing my hair and body with the complimentary toiletries I found next to the sink. Looking in the mirror as I blow dried my hair, I realised I would have to wear the clothes I wore yesterday, and that I had no makeup. This would put Harry off me, if I hadn't already. 
                          
I left the bathroom, to find that Harry had laid the table with far too much food for the two of us - there was a rack of toast with accompaniments, cereal, croissants, and a large pot of coffee. 
                          
Harry indicated that I should sit down, before he followed suite. 
                          
I tucked in, starving, whilst Harry told me that he had spoken to Paul, and that it was fine for me to spend the day with them. 
                          
"Emma will be here soon." He told me, as I finished my last bite of toast. 
Surprisingly, the two of us had managed to finish all the food on the table. 
                          
Right on cue, there was a knock on the door. Harry jumped up to open it. In walked a tall, red haired woman, clad in a tight black dress and painful-looking heels.  
                          
"Ree, this is Emma, Emma, meet Rena." Harry introduced us. I did not miss the nickname he had given me, and I couldn't help but find it cute. 
                          
Emma walked over and took my hand. 
                          
"Pleasure to meet you. " She smiled warmly. 
                          
"You too." I replied, smiling and glad that she didn't appear to hate me as Paul probably did. 
                          
"Well, we have to leave soon. " Emma said. She looked at me. "I don't mean to be rude, but -"
                          
"I know. " I interrupt, smiling, before it got too awkward. "I wasn't expecting to stay over, so I have no makeup or anything." 
                          
Emma smiled at me. 
                          
"Don't worry, sweetie, come and use some of mine. "
                          
"Thank you! " I said, grateful. 
                          
Harry rolled his eyes. 
                          
"You look gorgeous without it. " He told me. My heart backflipped. 
                          
"Oh, stop flirting, Harry. Even Angelina Jolie wears makeup. " Emma told him. Harry blushed, and I concealed a smile. 
                          
Emma lead the way to her room. It was smaller than Harry's or Louis's, but still far nicer than any hotel room I had ever had. 
                          
She handed me a bag filled with makeup. 
                          
"Here you go. Be quick, though. We have to leave in 10. "
                          
I hurried, only using a little foundation,  powder, mascara and lip gloss. When I was done, Emma ushered me and Harry out to the hotel reception. 
                          
When I saw outside I nearly gasped out loud. There were fans and paparazzi filling the car park, pressed against the windows. When they saw Harry, a scream rose, hurting my ears. 
                          
"Shoot," I heard Emma mutter. Obviously she was mot expecting this many people. 
                          
"Ok, just follow me!" A security guard came over. "We walk straight to the car, don't stop for pictures. They will ask about the girl, at the moment, she is just a friend of Emma's. Got it?" Harry and I nodded. 
                          
"Ok... Here we go!" The security guard opened the door and the four of us walked out. We could see the car about five metres away, but only just visible through of all the crazed fans. The security guard made a path through the fans, and we tried to follow. 
                          
A man with a camera appeared in my face. 
                          
"Who are you, honey?" He asked. "Do you know the boys?" 
                          
"I'm a friend of Emma's. " I said obediently. 
                          
"Who is Emma, darling? "
                          
I pointed, trying to move on. Another camera was shoved at my face, and another. Lights were flashing all around me, blocking my vision...I couldn't see Harry, or Emma, or the security guard, people were shouting at me, wanting to know my name, why I was there, if I was Harry's girlfriend... I was struggling to breathe through the concentration of the crown, and I could feel a panic swooping over me. There were so many voices, voices everywhere, I felt a hand on my shoulder and somebody yelled my name in my ear but I couldn't see them or tell who it was...
                          
Everything had gone. 
                          
I blinked. Where did everyone go? Where was all the yelling? 
                          
"Ree?" 
                          
Harry was sat beside me. I was in a moving car, slumped slightly on Harry's shoulder. I quickly straightened up. 
                          
"What the fuck...?" 
                          
"Do you feel ok?" Harry asked urgently. 
                          
I nodded that I was fine, still confused as to what had happened. 
                          
Emma was sat in the passenger seat at the front of the vehicle. She turned around to face me. 
                          
"You fainted, honey." She said. "Don't worry, the paparazzi get too much for most people their first time. " She grinned at Harry, obviously making an inside joke. 
                          
I looked down, and noticed that Harry had my hand in his. I didn't attempt to take it back.