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I quickly pulled my hands up to cover my mouth.

Relax Miranda. Don't scream or else you'll wake him up. I thought.

I still can't believe it.

I tried to pinch my cheeks if I was dreaming or if this was one of my wet dreams of Harry Styles in it, but it's not. This is real. This is actually happening to me. This just happened.

Me and Harry had sex. Whether I like it or not. I can't say I like it cos I can't even remember how it was last night.

But it's really Harry sleeping on top of the bed. I'm not seeing double and I'm not hallucinating or making things up but it's really him.

I have never imagined that this could happen. I never thought I could be this close to seeing Harry and I'm not even fangirling right now. Yes my blood is rushing through my veins, but I'm more tensed than being fangirling. I'm feeling nervous as I stood here beside his bed with my hands still covering my mouth. I never thought I could watch him sleep or accidentally see his bum or be this close distance to Harry Styles or have sex with him.

I can't barely explain what to feel or what I'm actually feeling right now. I'm nervous cos he'll wake up any second. I'm sad that I lost my virginity. I'm happy cos he was the one who took it. I'm proud of what happened. But there's more I should feel that I just don't know how to explain it. I don't have any idea how to put into words what I should be feeling right now.

I quickly pulled my phone out from my pocket and sneakily took a photo of him sleeping. This would be my proof so that my friends would believe me. And even though the details from last night are all a blur to me, at least I have a personal photo of him before I'll disappear in his life for good.

Of course I'm not planning on seeing him again or appearing in front of him, crying like he took my virginity away to get famous, I wouldn't do that. After what could have happened last night? It could've been embarrassing. I could've done shameful things that I don't want to remember. I was wasted last night and I don't want to remember what embarrassing things I did. And moreover, the bloodstain on his bed. That's why I'm not going to appear in his life again. Never again.

It's just humiliating to see Harry Styles in the future. I just wish when he wakes up from this moment, he won't remember how I looked.

I wish I didn't tell him my name.

Damn, I could watch him sleep all day. He's so handsome. He's so perfect. And even though I have a huge crush on Louis, I still can't stop myself from adoring Harry. He's just insanely good looking, even when he's just sleeping.

I squat down in front of him and watch Harry's face. His lips were slightly parted, his eyelashes were just above his cheeks, he was snoring a little, and his lips were close to mine. I feel him breathing on my face and believe it or not, his breath smelled like mint and alcohol. I have the urge to run my fingers over his unblemished cheek but that would wake Harry up.

Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat

I hear my own heat beating loud.

I stare at his tattoos that were partly showing and I would want to touch all of them. I want to touch every piece of tattoo on his body but I know I can't. I wonder if I touched them last night.

No matter how hard I try to remember everything, I just can't recall any of it or how I ended up with Harry and waking up in his hotel bedroom.

Suddenly his phone started to ring on top of the side table drawer.

Shit shit shit!

I quickly pulled myself up when Harry was starting to move on top of the bed.

I looked around the room, I need to hide. I glance at Harry and he's about to wake up. He's shuffling on his bed at the sound of his phone ringing. I ran away from his bed and rushed to this closet. I carefully went inside and managed to still see him from where I was. Now he's slowly reaching for his phone from the side table drawer but he's still lying down on his bed.

"Hello." He answers.

Harry's morning groggy voice is so deep and so husky. It's sexy as hell that he still sounds like he's sleepy.

"Well you just woke me up Louis." He pulls himself up.

I took a deep breath in, Louis Tomlinson is on the other line!

I watch Harry pushing his hair off his face while his eyes were looking at the bloodstain. His face looked appalled by what he saw. Oh my god shit!

I covered my eyes and my heart is beating undeniably fast.

"What the fuck!" Harry exclaims.

I quickly removed my hands from my eyes and watch Harry look around the entire room. I think he's looking for me. I think I'm having tachycardia.

"I'm fine. It's just..." His eyes were still staring at the bloodstain while he was biting his fingernails. "It's nothing Louis. I'll call you back." He hangs up.

He stares at it longer then looks around the entire room.

"Hello?" He calls out. His eyes busy scanning. "Anybody still in here with me?" He calls out again.

He groans and pulled himself up from the bed. My eyeballs leaped out when I saw his bare bum facing me. Both looked so soft and squishy. It was like a baby's bum.

No don't turn around and face me Harry. Don't you dare show me your wiener. I mentally chanted.

Finally he walks around the entire room completely naked and my eyes directly landed on his soft lengthy wiener. My jaws dropped and it was still big even though it's not erected. He walks around casually as if I'm not here and god knows how naughty I am but I can't look away from such great view.

Seeing Harry Styles naked in a room is a once in a lifetime chance.

No wonder I feel massive pain in between my thighs, he's damn huge.

"Shit. Where's that woman?" He murmurs.

He rushed to the bathroom but he couldn't find me. He walks out and I prayed that he won't walk into this closet. Oh god. I wouldn't know what to do if that will happen.

He stood next to the closet where I am and my heart raced. But then he stopped and didn't continue opening the closet's door. He quickly pulled his phone next to his ear.

"Hey Liam." Harry greets.

Harry looks so troubled. Of course he should be worried, seeing a bloodstain on his bed with no woman in his room would totally ruin his career. But don't worry Harry I won't let that happen. I will not be the reason to ruin your career even if it means hiding everything. I will forget this day even existed but I won't forget what I saw around here.

"You need to come here in my room. I need to talk to you." He brushed his hair off his forehead.

He exhales. "Yeah, it's something serious." He adds.

I gulped.

"I'll take a shower for a bit but be sure you get your ass here. I need to show you something before we leave." Harry sounds troubled.

"Yeah I'm fine. Thanks man." Harry hangs up.

He sighs and marches his way to the bathroom. I listen to him and finally the water started flowing.

I need to get out of here before Liam would see me and even though I want to see Liam Payne so badly, I can't. I need to go before he sees me here. It's better if we remain anonymous.

I carefully pushed the closet door open and noticed that Harry was really taking his shower. I walked out of the closet and tiptoed my way to the door. I take a last look at the bed, then the entire room.

It was fine that I missed the concert, what happened in this room was much more worth than that concert ticket.

Finally I headed out of his room with my hands covering my face. I'm ashamed of what I could've done. I'm ashamed of myself. Really.

When I got inside the elevator, I was alone. I exhaled heavily. I place my hand over my heart and it was still beating fast.

I gasped.

My necklace!

Shit! I left my necklace inside Harry's room! Damn it! God damn it! That was my most important possession!

Face palm.

Way to go Miranda!

I started feeling my tears on my cheeks but I quickly wiped it away.

The elevator door opens.

"You okay love?"

I rapidly pulled my head up and saw Louis Tomlinson right in front of me. Am I dreaming? I want to slap my face but it's really Louis who asked me if I was okay. It's Louis Tomlinson who's marching inside the elevator. He was alone and he wasn't with his bodyguards. He stood next to me.

"It's... It's..." I stutter.

He smiles, "Hi. I'm Louis." He introduced himself to me as if I do not know who he was.

I accepted his hand and I think my hand was cold. "Miranda." I croaked.

"Are you okay Miranda? Why were you crying?" He asks.

"Nothing..." Why am I so calm? It's Louis Tomlinson, my ultimate crush, but why am I not screaming or hyperventilating? I'm in one elevator alone with Louis Tomlinson but I'm not fangirling. What's wrong with me?

"Are we on the lobby already?" I asked.

He chuckles. "No. You were on the 25th floor when I hopped in. We're on the way to the lobby now."

I nod but my eyes were still glued to him. God he's heavenly adorable.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked.

I nod.

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked again.

"Home." I say.

He nods. "I can drive you there."

I shake my head right away. I know how the fans would react if they see the boys with someone else.

"That would be nice but ummm.. a cab will do." I say softly.

I can't believe I'm having a causal conversation with Louis.

He nods. "Alright. I'll call you a cab. I'll tell the hotel manager to get you one, how's that?" He smiles.

I nod.

The elevator finally opens and we were at the hotel lobby. It was the most expensive hotel in town but I wasn't fascinated by any of it. I'm feeling sad now that I walked out of shame from Harry's bedroom. Remembering Harry's face after seeing the bloodstain. I think he was disgusted of what he saw. He was disgusted of me.

"You sit on the couch, love. I'll get you one right away." Louis tells me.

I walked to the couch and sat down where Louis told me to. I waited for a while but my tears were building up again. Why am I crying? Am I crying cos I saw Louis? Or am I crying for what happened to me and Harry?

"Mam?"

I pulled my head up.

"Mr. Tomlinson wants you to have this and the cab is already waiting." The hotel manager smiles at me.

I smiled back and accepted the paper.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Harry and Liam walking out of the elevator. My breath hitched. They were busy talking at the same time they were walking towards where I was.

I quickly pulled myself up, thanked the manager and headed out of the hotel. I got inside the cab and exhaled heavily.

I stare at the letter on my hand.

Miranda,

You're one beautiful woman. For whatever reason you were crying of a while ago, you'll pass through it. Don't forget to smile love.

Always,

Louis

I smiled.