Not A Bad Thing

Finding One Another

Harry laid down on the sand, covering his ears, dreading for something-- someone- to wake him.

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"Ugh.."

Harry blinked groggily.

His voice was nasty and stuck, so he coughed and cleared it up quickly.

He rose and noticed that the room was still dark so he laid back down and pulled all of the light duvet cover over his body.

He laid on his stomach.

He almost got back to sleep before he heard a high-pitched scream.

Of course, like a good citizen, he decided to come to the rescue. But he soon realized he wasn't the saver today, he was the criminal. Because, Harry had climbed into a bed with a girl. And this was the first time Harry had accidentally done that.

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Bethany--/\/\

Most people would love to wake up to a man. But they fail to mention that that man had to be someone they knew. Beth did not know this guy. She saw brown curly hair peeking out of the cover. Then she screamed.

"What the-" the man said.

Bethany kept wailing to her content.

She was scared- what if...

Her thoughts trailed off as she made out the man's face. Brown curly hair. An oily face, deep eyebrows and a nose slope only one of a kind- because Bethany was looking into the eyes of Harry Styles.

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HARRY••

"What the heck!" Bethany screeched into Harry's ears.

This chick would not shut up. God, if he wanted to brother her he would've already. But he couldn't let that memory settle- sure, if he had known a girl- woman- woman was in his bed when he.. wait. Was she there when he went to sleep? Or was she a fangirl, sneaking into his loft? Questions rang his ears. If Harry saw that woman when he came in, he might've tied her... nah. He wouldn't... right?

"Wha-" the woman shut up. She must've noticed that that screaming wasn't getting her anywhere.

"Who are you?"

Eh. Wasn't the best question to ask, but Harry couldn't resist. It was his instinct.

"What are you-" the woman stopped and she trailed off.

"You're Harry... Styles."

"Yes. Good. And you are...?"

"Oh- uh. Bethany. Bethany M- Mota."

Their eyes locked. Not paying attention to anything else.

Beth was sure to get her name known to him. He was Harry fucking Styles for God's sake.

Her eyes were beauti- wait, was she the smell from last night? Harry couldn't remember.

"Why are you in here?" Bethany asked after a while of staring at one another.

She was still shocked, apparently.

"The question is what are you doing here?"

"This is my room-" Bethany said.