BEAUTIFULLY UNFINISHED

PROLOGUE

"Come on Randy. It's going to be fun!" Nina whines as she tries to pull me off of my hotel bed.

"Nina, I really don't want to go to any parties here in L.A. Because one, it's too noisy and two, it's loud and crowded. And three, Im sick. Like really really sick." I answered.

"One, that's what parties are for. And two, we're all going to college after this summer, we need to get ready for more parties to come. And three, you're totally fine!" Nina said sarcastically as she puts on her mascara.

I sigh inwardly.

My friends were all into parties and I don't even know why in hell we became friends in the first place. When we were kids, people would always ask them why I became friends with them and I think it all started when the three of us accidentally wore the same shirt in 1st grade. Though the obvious fact that we have indeed have known each other since we were little and our families were pretty much close since then.

But despite our attitude and personality differences, we had the same interest on one thing.

One Direction.

"Jeez Rands, we're here to have fun for this vacay. We've saved up for this trip for an entire year. Now don't be a party-kill." Beth answered back.

"I'm not." I defended myself.

"Yeah you are. You missed that 1D concert we attended yesterday cos of that stupid tummy ache and no one would ever." She paused.

"And I mean. EVER. Miss out something as huge as a One Direction concert over a stupid tummy ache." She continues.

"I would still go there though. Even it means I'd shit on where I am seated." Beth butts in.

I chuckle.

"Exactly my point! You had to sell your ticket and miss the fun. Now don't tell me you're not going with us for a party tonight. You're always such a bummer, you know." Nina whines.

"I'm not!" The more defensive I am, the more I realize that I've always been a party-kill.

I was terribly terribly sick last night and I was having a sickening tummy ache as well which by the way sent me to the bathroom thirty-two times. Curse those scallops I had for dinner, now I missed my chance to meet my ultimate crush, Louis Tomlinson. I even told my dad to buy me front row tickets but had to sell it. Talk about bad luck.

"And we're going back to New York tomorrow afternoon. Lighten up! College is starting in just a week." Beth jumps to my bed.

I stare at my two friends who were all wearing such skimpy sparkly dresses and high heels, showing off their belly, with heavy make up plastered on their faces. They look mature for their age but I guess it's a trend now. They all looked beautiful to be honest and I know I'm nowhere near them now. I would probably wear anything I could grab from my closet, which basically composed of shirts and pants.

I glared at my watch, and it was already eleven in the evening. Usually, back in New York by this time, I would read books all about nursing. That's what I'm taking up in college this fall and I want to prepare myself in advance once I get to medical school that's why I've been reading sources of such great books for my course.

"Let's go Miranda." Beth tells me.

I smiled ruefully.

"I heard some hot guys goes to that bar on the regular and that's where we're heading to. Come on Mirandy." Nina joins Beth on top of my bed as she rests her head on my shoulder.

"I also heard Niall and Louis went there to party before. Maybe you'll have your luck tonight and meet one of the boys. Or even Louis!" Beth giggles.

I was being this stupid girl who quickly believed in it and now I wanted to go to that bar too once I heard their names being mentioned.

"Guys, even if I'm not there, it'll make no difference at all." I doubt.

"Oh bullshit, we're incomplete when you're not with us. What if you'll meet your one true love there?" Beth adds as she looks at me on the mirror.

I laughed softly. "Seriously Beth. On a bar?"

"There are always what ifs Miranda. Don't lose hope. I'm sure you'll meet him tonight. Now start pulling yourself off the bed, we need to get you ready whether you like it or not." Nina says.

The two of them started pulling me off the bed even though I kept pulling myself back away but they were successful. They started stripping my clothes off of me and puts my hair into whatever direction they're doing it then starts applying make up on my face.

"Not too heavy make up guys." I say, while Nina puts blush on my cheeks.

"Grab my push up bra Beth. Miranda needs that for this dress." Nina pulls up a red dress.

My eyes widened. "No way in hell I'm wearing that Nin!"

The two of them started grinning and I knew I had no choice but to agree with it.

"Yes. You fucking are." Nina and Beth says in unison with grins.

Nina moves closer to my ear, "Maybe this could be the night, you'll finally say bye-bye to your v-card."

I smack Nina on her arms and the two of them are laughing.

•••••

I slowly opened my eyes and feel my head being heavily pounded by a hammer. I feel my brain being squeezed and I still feel a little bit... Sober. I don't remember what kind of drinks I had at the bar last night but I'm sure it was hard as fuck cos my head feels like it's about to explode.

I don't remember everything that happened in detaile last night cos I was still in a state of shock on how the hell did I got back to my hotel room. I take a good look around and a white ceiling was above me with a huge-ass golden chandelier hanging over me. The room smelled like roses and I wonder if the hotel service cleaned my room for me.

God this bed is soft like cotton balls. I thought.

Wait.

I don't remember having a huge-ass chandelier above me in my hotel room.

I stared at myself and for a second I thought I was at my hotel room but later then I realized that I wasn't. I was in someone else's room, on someone else's bed and I was lying down with someone.

Holy shit!

I quickly grabbed the blanket and prayed that I wasn't naked beneath this white blanket. I clearly remember I was wearing a tube dress with a huge top cut low to show off my boobs but I was feeling bare underneath this sheet.

Please please please not be naked. I chanted mentally.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes at the same time pulling the blanket up. I slowly opened my eyes and to my surprise, I quickly covered myself back with the blanket cos I saw a man's bum facing me. He was completely butt naked. Fully naked. He was facing his back to me and jeez this guy has a long brown messy hair.

We had sex.

Holy shit we really had sex.

We clearly and undeniably had sex cos he's naked and I'm naked. We're both naked in one bed! Shit shit shit.

I had sex with a stranger but where am I? Is this his house? His hotel room perhaps? Where in hell am I and where are my friends? Where's Nina? Where's Beth? Oh my god. Where are they?

I tried to remember what exactly happened last night, detail to detail and how the hell I ended up in this room of someone I don't even know, but my thoughts were scattered and failed me. I don't know how to trace everything that happened to me last night.

I slightly pulled my head up and saw an unopened box of condom on top of the side table drawer. A fucking box beside his bed. Jesus, that means this guy is a one big time fucker. I couldn't help but ask myself how many women did he slept with already? And I wondered if we use that last night, though I'm mentally praying he did, but then it's still unopened.

As I think of it more, my head hurts like hell. I mentally curse a lot to the thought that I really had sex with him. I had sex. I can't believe I had sex with someone I do not know. I don't do this. Ever. I have never ever ever thought of having sex with someone I don't even know. And I feel so disgusted of myself.

I carefully pulled myself up from the bed and felt pain in between my thighs. I feel my entire body aching. I began grabbing all of my clothes from the floor.

Wow.

My clothes were everywhere. Scattered everywhere. How wild was I last night?

My white bra was near the door, my white panty was on top of the couch, my dress was near the nightstand and my heels were distant from the other pair. I ran towards them silently, tip toeing my way to each of my stuff while picking them up.

I stare at the other clothes that were on the floor, a black skinny jeans being inside out, a white dress shirt near the foot of the bed and a black boxer brief was near my feet were all scattered everywhere.

When I was already fully dressed, I stand in front of the door but I paused before reaching the knob. I still haven't found out who this guy was. I need to know the face of this man who...

Holy smokes.

I gave him my virginity.

I feel sick to my stomach with what I just realized of what I have done last night. I wanted to cry and pull him out of his bed and slap him but then it wasn't his fault, maybe? What if I wanted what we did last night? What if I willingly said yes to him? But I don't know what exactly happened last night too. What if he forced me to sleep with him? Or what if I was the one who initiated everything or obliged to what he was saying and doing to me?

Ugh! The thought of it sucks.

I'm such a bitch!

I stare at the bed, there's blood on where I laid down a while ago. I feel my cheeks burning because of shame and I knew I had to leave right away without letting him know that I was going cos what we did was embarrassing. Talk about the walk of shame Miranda. Now you just gave your virginity to someone not important to you, who doesn't even care about you and for sure you don't know his name.

I wouldn't want him to think that I was an easy to get but then I turned out to be, because here I am inside his bedroom fully naked a while ago with the blood stain on top of his sheets. Shit Miranda. I was just influenced by alcohol probably and I didn't know what I was doing all along.

Gosh this is embarrassing.

Whoever he is, I really don't want him to remember me or what we did last night. I'm sure he doesn't even want to remember me too. As much as possible I don't want him to talk to me ever again. I don't want to remember this thing that had even happened to us. To me, most especially. I don't want to see him again.

Wait...

How will I not see him again if I don't even know how he looks like?

Great mind Miranda.

Now I'm curious about how he looks too. Maybe a peek won't hurt. I need to know what he looks like. I need to look at his face. What if I gave my virginity to someone who is really really old or to an ugly old man? Or to my ex-professor from high school? Or it could be someone worst. I could think of much more and it just disgusts me.

I tip toed my way back to the bed carefully, like I was a thief, and took a deep breath in before I could stand in front of the man sleeping on top of his bed who I gave my virginity to a one drunken night.

As I finally stood next to the bed, I froze and stopped breathing. My eyes jumped out from my eye socket and my jaws dropped open.

No fucking way.

It's Harry Styles.