Not A Bad Thing

Finding One Another

"No, this is my suite. You-"

"What are you talking about?"

And then Harry smirked.

"Bethany?" Harry said, obviously interested in her.

Bethany soon figured out why. Her thighs were showing. Of course. Bethany's first instinct should've been to cover herself up, but she didn't.

Because the rumors Bethany had heard were true. Harry was a player. And she would soon find out just why.

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"No, he's in my room.

What? What is Harry Styles doing in your room?"

Like I know. He said he just fell into bed without another thought.

Yeah. Looks like your dreams are coming true, yeah?

What dreams?

You've always wanted to meet him. Don't deny it, Beth. He's giving you a chance. You just need to be brave enough to take it. Maryn and I will be in Florida in a couple days. In the meantime, have fun- you deserve it.

What? why does everyone keep saying that?

Because. It's true.

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Bethany closed her laptop.

She was previously messaging her sister on IMessage on her Mac.

She closed I message and opened her twitter account.

She saw tweets by her fans. Then her eyes locked on something in her feed.

Under the name 'Harry Styles' read:

I can't play games with people who can't play games.

Ugh. That little shit.

Bethany cursed herself and cursed herself once again after that- not using foul language the second time.

She shut her laptop halfway, not seeing that her email popped up right before she rose from the bed side she was on when she woke.

(The mail icon has a red '1' at the top right before she gets up.^)

"Hey!"

Bethany shouted lightly.

She shut her mouth.

She still had no pants on. Oh well. Good thing she lost those excess 15 pounds the past month.

Harry was nowhere in the room. Bethany checked and she checked again. Where could he have gone in 5 minutes?

She locked her eyes on he sheer white curtain rustling by the balcony door.

She looked left to right before crossing- like before you would cross a busy intersection.

"Harry?" Her fingertips hovered the sheer white curtain.

Her voice came out unsteady as she turned the corner, she found him.

Harry (Styles) stood at the gate past the pool that kept him from jumping. His long arms were spread long across the sides of his body. The sunrise before him.

"Harry?"

She couldn't imagine summoning Harry Styles. Not in a million years.

He was either ignoring Bethany, or he didn't hear her. She hoped it was the second one.