I woke up with a sore neck this morning. I figured it had something to do with the way I slept, but I was proven wrong as I glanced at my ache in the bathroom mirror. I pressed my finger down on the spot and winced.
"Ugh Harry."
After looking away from the large bruise on my neck, I gasped again realizing my chest was bare.
"Harry!" I shouted.
I've come to conclusion that the guy can't go a day without seeing a half naked female and I've learned this the hard way.
Of course Harry wasn't in his room this morning, leaving me alone with many unanswered questions and a naked upper body.
I walked out of the bathroom and tried to look for some sort of clothing to cover myself up with but evidently the only clothes I had in this room was my dress, which was on the floor along with Harry's suit. I bent down and grabbed Harry's white dress shirt off the ground and put it on, I buttoned it all up and smoothed the collar. His shirt fell just beneath my butt and I was thankful it wasn't an inch shorter.
I walked toward the door of the room and twisted the knob, but it was locked. Shocker.
Before I could even think about what Harry's mind could come up with for the schedule of the day, I hear a person from the outside of the room trying to get in.
I stay still, knowing that if I opened it I could somehow get in trouble. Soon enough Harry came through the door.
"Hello," he kindly says with a smile on his face, he put his hands behind his back and I eyed his fancy outfit. He wore a black long sleeve shirt, a suede blazer and black skinny jeans with shiny short boots.
I wonder how it feels to be Harry Styles ...
"Good morning, Harry."
"Did you sleep well?" He asked, coming closer to me after he shut the door.
I sat still on his bed, watching him come to stand in front of me. "Yup, it was a good sleep."
Harry puts his hands up to wipe the corners of his lips. "I'm glad. I had a fun night with you."
My feet pushed hard on the ground and I stood up tall with clenched fists at my sides. Fun night? I immediately remembered that I woke up topless this morning. "Why did I wake up half naked this morning?" I steam.
Harry smirks and puts both his hands on my shoulders, "How could you forget possibly the most exciting night of your life?"
"And why would it be the most exciting? Because I got to drink some expensive champagne?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"No, because you got to spend it with me. Our first proper date." Harry said, while continuing to smile.
I ignore his sweet response and get back to the reason as to why I'm furious. "So why did I wake up without a bra?"
Harry laughs and drops his hands from my shoulders. "I tried not to bite," he admits.
I bring my hands back down to my side again and give him my death glare, but instead of expecting him to be intimidated by me, as I hoped he would be, he walks out his door and surprisingly yells for Leah.
"Leah! Why isn't my Gisele changed?"
My? I walk close to the door to see the petite Leah trying to run into the room and grab me. "My apologies, I'll get her cleaned up and ready, Prince Harry." Leah says rather quickly.
Before Leah could even step foot into Harry's room, Harry closes the door in her face and speedily walks towards me, I open my mouth to gasp as he clings his arms around my waist and pulls me to him. My hands fly up to his neck, the only space that my arms could possibly go to. Harry took not more than a second to press his lips onto mine.
He placed his moist tongue in my mouth and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Harry," I moaned in his mouth. "Mm?" he hummed, his voice vibrating on my lips, he groaned right after and soon let go of me.
"What was that for?" I smile.
He kept his hands cupped on my waist. "You look extremely sexy in my shirt."
I smile and push at his chest, "I need to get ready Harry, Leah's waiting."
"I can make her wait all day."
I roll my eyes and let out a smile, "What are we doing today?"
Harry loosens his hands around me, and his smile fades. "I'm taking you all to a show."
All? Of course, he means all of us girls. All of his 'options'.
"Oh okay." I say, then move away from Harry, making my way out the door. I'm not even half way to the door till he calls for me. I turn to face him.
"You know it's you, right? It was always going to be you."
"What do you mean?" I ask confused.
But before Harry could answer, we hear someone knock on the door. "Prince Harry, I think I should really get Ms. Gisele ready." We hear Leah say.
And with that I walked out of the room and with Leah.
*
The security at the front of the building told me to head striaght down and make a right, he said my name would be placed on a seat close to the front of the stage. I didn't see any of the other girls, but I finally made my way to the end of the hall, and I finally entered the room. It was huge and had thousands of white chairs with papers on them, each had a name written onto it. There was a large stage and a cat walk. A fashion show, of course.
I looked all over to see butlers and maintence all around. There were girls and men dressed in their best, they all stood laughing or sitting, drinking champagne or wine, all the while holding small plates filled with little fruit.
Before I could even fathom to which seat I would even find my name on, a lean, tall man with carmel eyes and dark black hair approached me. He grabbed my right hand and kissed it, "Hello, beautiful."
If you thought that I would smile and blush, you were completely wrong. This man seemed to have no idea who I was. I should save him a beating and tell him I'm with Harry. "Hello."
"You looking for a place to sit?" He asks me.
I smile and nod. At least he's trying to help.
"Follow me. What's your name?"
I quickly try to catch up to him. My long black dress getting in my way every second, I decided to pick it up and let the clack of my heels be heard. "Gisele... of Loam."
And before the man and I could walk any further, he stopped; his back to me. "Sir?" I question.
"I've got to go." He says, without looking back. He walked away.
Great, now how am I going to find my seat? I turn my body around to maybe try and find someone who I know, that could help me.
People were filling up the entire area and I almost cried, not knowing were to go or what to do, that is until I found Tama. Tama, one of the girls who was left at Harry's house with me.
I walk up to her and shout her name, her blue dress looked elegant on her and I couldn't help but feel a bit of jelousy, she looked like an indian goddess. She looked like royality.
"Tama." I start to say as I finally stood in front of her. "Where are we supposed to sit?"
"Oh Gisele. We're sitting at the front darling. I'll be sitting beside Harry of course, so don't even ask me to save you a seat."
"I wasn't-"
"You know, Gisele I would appreciate it if you could do me a favor..." Tama starts to say.
"And that would be?"
"You see that man by the door? Well ask him to take you to the back room, I left my purse in there as I was touching up. You'd get my purse for me right? I'll tell Harry where you are." Tama says, then walks away.
I sigh and pick up my dress, walking back to the doors and towards the man to ask him for help to the back room.
*
The man stays behind me but every so often telling me where and when to turn. After five minutes of walking around this huge building, he tells me we made it, and that he would wait outside for me while I grabbed Tama's bag.
I walk in the room and my jaw drops. It looks like it's a bathroom belonging to a queen; it had couches and mirrors, hell the room was pink! I picked up my dress and looked around to find Tama's purse and of course, it's here sitting beside a sink. I grab the bag and make my way to the door.
I grab the handle to the door and pull, but the door won't budge. "Hello! Guard, open the door!" I shout. I put my ear to the door to try and hear if the guard will respond, but instead I hear a woman on a speaker, welcoming everyone to the fashion show. Oh no. "Open up! I'm locked in!" I yell.
I start to bang on the door and even kick it. There is no visible lock from my end, and I continue to scream, hoping the guard will hear me. "Please, open! I'm stuck!"
Of course, with my luck the guard doesn't respond. I sigh and make my way over to a couch to sit on, hoping soon the guard will question my absence and open the door for me.
Tama's POV:
After sending Gisele off to get my purse I keep a laugh to myslef and look for Cher, one of the girls whom I've gotten close to, while spending time at Harrys.
I soon see her light blonde hair and I walk to her. I call her name and she turns around to look at me. Her long flowy hair was done up today and the peach dress Harry assigned to her was short and flowy, she looked like a sweet little girl, although she was neither. Her blue eyes grow wide for a second when she saw me, and her light pink lips make a smile. Her light brown freckles cover the dimples on her face, but her beauty is still evident.
I lock my arm around hers and put my lips to her ear. "I got rid of her," I whisper.
She puts her hand on top of mine, "Good."
We both walk to the front of the room, and soon enough we see Harry sitting on a white chair. His head turns to face us, and he stands up with a smile on his face.
"Tama, Cher! You botth look lovely."
"I know," I say. "Thank you," Char responds. And we both take a seat beside Harry waiting for the show to begin.
"You know, Michelle gave me a hard time this morning, so I sent her home." Harry says.
I turn to face him and I pout, "Aw. that's to bad." I glance up at Cher and see the smile on her face. She puts her arms to Harry's shoulder, "So I guess it's just us three isn't it?"
And like an actress, I go over my rehearsed lines. "But where's Gisele?"
*
Gisele's POV:
I run over to the sink and look at myself in the mirror. I've tried my hardest so far to keep my tears back, but little droplets start to drip from my eyes.
I grab a paper towel and dab the corner of my eyes, trying not to ruin the makeup Leah worked so hard on. I look over at the couch and grab 'Tama's' purse.
That bitch, this was probably part of a plan to get rid of me; I knew the girls were starting to hate me.
I unzip the bag hoping to find a lipstick or something but the purse is empty. I scream at the top of my lungs and throw the purse across the room.
This was certainly planned.
I run back to the door again. Banging both my fists on it. "Please open this door! I've got to get back to the show!"
I turned my body, so that my back leaned against the door. I fell to the floor and stared at the ground. I brought my knuckles to the door and knocked, "Please, Harry is waiting for me."
Minutes pass and I continue to stare at the ground. I've come to the conclusion that the show is probably half over and that I will probably be stranded here till for ever.
Forever?
In a panic, I bring my feet to the ground and I pound on the door, so much and so hard that my knuckles and hand turned red "Get me out!" I kept repeating.
And as if a genie in a bottle granted my only wish, the door opened. I stepped back and looked at the ground, focusing and trying to tell myself that this moment is real, and someone finally heard me. It's not long before I see the shoes of man, my body rapidly moves towards him and my mouth falls open. I grab the man's shoulders and I hug him.
"Thank you so much! I was stuck in there, and I didn't know what to do. And, oh my god, is the show over?"
The man let me hug him but after I spoke he let go of me, "Gisele of Loam, is it?"
And my mouth fell open for a second time, seeing that it was the man from earlier, with the dark hair and brown eyes.
"I'm Zayn. I tried to help you find your seat..."
I gulped and responded by nodding my head.