Beautifully Unfinished

2

CHAPTER 2

"Miranda!"

Beth and Nina exclaims in unison as they rushed towards me once I entered our hotel room. Both of them hugged me tight and I tried to smile ruefully, keeping my tears to myself but I still feel so disgusted of what I did from last night.

Riding all the way back to my hotel, all I thought about inside the cab was the embarrassing things I did when I was drunk and of course how I ended up having sex with the Harry Styles.

Moreover, it still has not sink in that I actually talked to Louis so casually inside an elevator without screaming at his face and busting his ears. But the traumatic part is the drunken sex with Harry.

I still can't believe I gave him my virginity like a snap of a finger.

The bloodstain. The look on his face,

I sigh inwardly recalling about it again.

In the cab, I wanted to take a three-hour shower because I feel like I'm a dirty woman, not because I had sex with Harry but because of that shameful things that I could have done last night that I don't remember. I could be doing embarrassing things being intoxicated and under the influence of alcohol.

Plus, I don't even remember how magical and/or painful it could have been. My first sex was not memorable at all because I don't have any memories about it.

Right now, I'm having muscle pains every corner of my body. It must have been a wild night because I am completely sore. Hell, even though it was Harry , I still couldn't believe that I've finally gave it up.

"Where were you?" Nina asks worriedly. "We were worried sick of you! I kept calling your phone but to no avail."

I breathe out heavily.

"Who was that man who asked you to go to the VIP?" Beth asked.

Man?

VIP?

I don't remember any of that at all.

If that man was Harry , they could remember something and they would have known that it was him.

"Where did he take you?" Nina added.

"We didn't know where he took you after that and you were just gone so quick." Beth adds.

I shake my head in disbelief, that didn't happen. I didn't just go with a random man in a club. I begin to cry again and the empty memories are hurting me so much. I don't know anything that happened to me and what if I was actually taken advantage because I was drunk?

I begin to feel scared of what could have actually happened to me last night. I know he's Harry , and he's the nicest guy the media shows him to be despite the issues about him being a womanizer but he is a man. He could not have possibly harassed me last night, right?

It hurts how I allowed myself to be in that kind of situation. Even though he is a famous celebrity, that does not mean he has access to my vagina.

What really happened last night? And, how drunk was I?

Since I was crying like there was no tomorrow without answering any of their questions, they lead me to the bed instead. I sit down in between them while they were trying to calm me..

"Oh my god what happened to you? Were you raped?" Beth asked with worried eyes.

"I don't think so." I answered while wiping my tears. "I don't know. I don't remember." My voice shakes. "I can't remember a thing." I add.