H.S

From The Dining Table

Harry's Pov
I woke up and noticed the brunette was no longer in the bed next to me, I sighed and rolled on my back. I sluggishly got out of bed and put on my boxers and jeans from the night before and scurried around for my shirt. I noticed her shirt was on the floor and mine was missing. I gave my manager a call and took the chance from him bringing me my clothes to hop in the shower. I let the cold water hit my body and the memories from the night before flooded my mind. I snapped out of my thinking and walked out of the shower, I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked to the mirror. I traced the love marks on my body and heard a knock on my hotel room door. I opened it and Jeffrey handed me my bag with a disapproving look. "Why couldn't you just leave and come to your actual hotel room?" He asked as he closed the door. "She took my t shirt" I mumbled as I slipped on my jeans. "Seriously styles, okay if she flaunts it all over social media we can just say that you were mugged, I just need to make a few phone calls" he said quickly, "Don't, it's fine, there's a million shirts just like it" I mumbled before sliding on my shirt and putting my phone in my pocket. We rode in silence to the airport, I noticed the familiar setting and noticed the café where the girl worked at. "Can you pull over Im gonna grab a coffee" I said to the driver and he nodded before parking. I walked inside and walked to the cashier and ordered a coffee. I looked around for her but instead the boy at the cashier caught my eye. "Here, she left this in my house this morning, she's okay" he mumbled with a bit of pain in his eyes before handing me my t shirt. She definitely had a type because he too was tall with curly hair. "Thanks" I mumbled, "do you know where she is?" I asked. "She quit her job this morning, is moving to Carolina because her family is there and she's going back to school" he said before handing me my coffee. I walked out of the door and back into the car. "Great she gave it back" Jeff said, "her now ex boyfriend gave it back" I answered and he stayed quiet.
The next morning it was a similar situation but with a girl from New York. Except she was laying next to me and had a soft smile on her face. "Good morning Harry" she said, "morning heav - Natalia" I said correcting myself quickly. She huffed and got out of the bed, I watched her get dressed in silence and as she was leaving the hotel room she looked back at me "it's Natalie, and you should really call the girl named Heaven, you moaned her name last night" she said before slamming the door. I was so drunk I didn't realize my drunken mistake. But the memory of Heaven didn't leave my mind.