MY NAME, IS SIR [HARRY STYLES]

~~07~~

But the time my eyes blink open, the morning light pierces my irises through curtains I did not recognise.

Squeezing my eyes tightly closed one more time thinking it may help to focus more on my surroundings, I open them to see a glass of fresh orange juice sitting on the bedside table.

Flipping up onto one of my arms, the pounding in my head increased and I regret every drop of liquid that passed my lips last night.

Reaching my hand over to the placement card by the cup, I read the instructions.

Drink Me.

Then placed next to the that were two pills with the instruction.

Eat Me.

I presumed they were just some pain killers. I shuffle up further on the bed, so my back rested against the board. Tossing back the two pills and taking a mouthful of the fruity goodness.

"Where am I?" I mumble to myself, rubbing my fingers through my hair, realising just how badly it needs washing.

Taking in my surrounds, I quickly realise that I am in a hotel room of some sort, and I say of some sort because in all of the hotels I have stayed in during my life, they never looked this luxurious.

Which takes my mind to one place and one place only.

Vague memories start to come back from last night and it falls upon a pair of emerald eyes.

Harry.

"You're up" his accent echoes through the apartment as he makes himself present from one of the other rooms.

"Hi" I stutter, my voice a little groggy from my night. "I'm sorry for umm, this" I already feel like an apology is in order.

Now feeling awkward for being in the bed still, I shift my legs out onto the floor and stand, which is when I realise the cool air hitting my legs.

In horror, I look down to see that my satin dress is no longer hanging from my body, and I am now in what looks to be a business shirt.

I'm out of my dress.

I'm in a new outfit.

"Did you, umm, dress me?" I ask in slight horror.

Harry is still standing in the doorframe between the rooms, leaning his back up against the opposing wall.

"You threw up on your original outfit" he replies as he gestures across the room to where my eyes follow, landing upon the side table where I could see its material folded into a neat pile.

"I've had them cleaned for you" he adds as he fully enters the room, a bottle of water in his hand.

"Here, drink up" he orders handing me the fresh bottle.

"Thanks" I appreciate. "Umm Harry, am I still in Austin?"

A breathily chuckle falls from his lips, "Yes Charlotte, you're still in Austin" mockery overtaking his tone.

As relieved as I was to hear that, I was still confused as to why I was here, and also, where was Tabitha, and what happened last night after I left the bar?

"I should go" I suggest.

His right eyebrow tenses, showing me yet again, he's unimpressed with my suggestion.

"You sure?" he takes two steps in my direction, closing the gap between us.

"I feel like I should" I find myself whispering, but for no reason in particular other than how nervous he makes me feel when he's around.