Fallen Angel

Chapter Six: Charmer

Chapter Six: Charmer.

Luckily, I don’t wake up with my head hovering over a toilet, but I do wake up on a couch. My eyes scan around the room and I notice that I’m still inside Harry and Niall’s apartment. But, I’m sure I didn’t pass out, I think I actually purposely fell asleep. But then again, I don’t actually remember. There’s a blanket over me, and my heads lying on the arm of the comfortable couch. I notice there’s two people collapsed on the floor but other than that, there’s no one else who’s accidently crashed the night here.

I remember talking to Clara and Liv. I remember the coffee Harry and I arranged to have together, I remember things like that and the flashing lights, and the dancing. All of a sudden, thinking about this is giving me a headache. No, it’s not that. I must’ve drank way too much last night, my head is pounding. I press my palm on my head, and I close my eyes. I need to get back to my apartment, this is so embarrassing. Misty, this is just the best way to make friends, possibly passing out at their party, and waking up on their couch, you’re so going to be friends with these boys forever. I sit up, and I go to pull the blanket off of me but a deep voice distracts me.

“Morning,” Harry said, with a smile on his face. “Here, take this.” He hands me a glass of water and two Aspirins from the look of it. I thank him before taking the medicine, and he takes the glass off of me before walking away and returning seconds later. He sits next to me on the couch, and I shuffle about, so I’m sitting properly.

“I’m sorry for possibly passing out on your couch.” I said, running a hand through my knotty hair. “I’ve never been drunk before, so I did know what to expect when consuming a large amount of Vodka.” I giggled.

“Hey, it’s fine.” He said. “I’m glad it’s you that passed out on my couch then someone who I don’t even know the name of.” He gives me a smile, and those dimples of his appear on his cheeks again. I have to say, the guy must be a lady killer with his charms and his cute smile. I’ll give him that, if I were more interested in wanting to date boys and everything, I’m sure his smile would have me on my knees.

I feel my cheeks heat up at what he said, I don’t know why I’m blushing at that but I am, and it’s super embarrassing. I barely know Harry, and he’s got me blushing all the time! The conversation with those girls last night pops up in my head but I shake it off, why would Harry flirt with a girl he met at an Asylum, inside a creepy elevator, a girl who he barely knows? Who does that?

I run my hand through my brown hair and I bite my lip. “Well, I guess I’m glad that it’s your couch I passed out on, instead of someone else’s couch who I don’t know the name of.” I replied, smiling. He nods his head in response with a smile on his face. “Um, do you know what time it is?”

“Uh, it’s around eleven-thirty.” Harry said, looking up at a clock that’s up on the wall. I mentally slap myself in the face. I guess I don’t really notice clocks? I squeal out loud, by accident before I mentally face palm myself again, I had to go to the office today to collect my pay and speak to a few clients about what sort of color scheme they wanted in the room they wanted me to decorate. Shoot. I was meant to be at the office at eleven. “Did you just squeal?” Harry chuckles. I nod my head in agreement.

“I have to go, I’ve got work.” I said, pulling the blanket off of me. I bite my lip once again before running my hand through my hair. “Thanks for inviting me to your party, and thanks for everything else.” I stand up off of the couch, and I notice that my heels are still on and everything. How the hell did I sleep with shoes on?

“It’s alright. Do you want me to walk you to your apartment?” Harry asked, standing up also. He shoves his hands into his tight jeans, and gives me a smile. I stand still for a few seconds, deciding if I should yes or no, but I was going to say yes in the first place. You say yes to things like that when trying to make new friends, right? I nod my head in agreement once again, and I give him another smile in return for the one he gave me.

“Yeah, if you want too.”

“Of course I want too, that’s why I asked.” I touch my cheeks to feel if they have gone red or not, and Harry gives me a weird look but I shake it off. I’ve never known someone who gives a girl red cheeks multiple amounts of time in two days, but then again, I never knew anyone in the first place. “Come on then.”

We walk down the hallway together in silence. I would start chatting my head off, if I was that kind of person but sadly in Harry’s case, I’m not quite the chatter, when you get to know me, I guess I do talk a lot but at first I’m a hell lot more quieter. I bite my lip before I stop walking to pull my heels off, I hold them by the back of them in one hand and Harry gives me a smile.

“So, what job do you have?” He asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. We walk over to the elevator and we step inside. I press the button for my floor and Harry and I lean against the bars, right at the back of the lift.

“I’m an interior decorator.” I replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “What job do you have?” The lift dings, and Harry and I both walk out. We begin to walk down the fairly short hallway, making our way to my apartment. My boss is so going to kill me. Well, then again, she’s pretty understanding.

“I’m a struggling musician.” He replied, I nod my head. Struggling? “In other words, I do gigs around at a few pubs, sometimes my mates join me, it’s an on and off thing. But, we want to become big or something but it never works out, no one really pays much attention to us.”

I don’t understand that. If by ‘mates’ he means, Niall and a few other guys, I don’t understand why no girls like Harry and Niall, they are pretty damn attractive to me, and I’m not the kind of girl to admit that, even to myself. I don’t usually take much notice of men. But, I’m sure Harry’s extremely talented.

“So, you play guitar or something?” I asked. I’m curious, a bit.

“Not quite, I sing.” He admitted. I nod my head. We reach the door of my apartment, and I reach into my back pocket, grabbing my key. I open up my apartment, and I turn to face Harry.

“Thanks for walking to my apartment and that.” I said. “The party was great too, it was something different for me.” I smile.

“It’s alright, Misty. I’m glad you ended up coming to it. I’ll catch ya later.” He said. I nod my head, agreeing to his statement, before saying good-bye. I was about to turn around and shut the door but Harry says something else. “I’m looking forward to our coffee on Saturday, love. Bye.” He waves. I wave back before closing the door.

He’s such a charmer.

 Thoughts, anyone?!? I don't know if I like this chapter or not, but I can't be bothered re-writing it. :p

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