-Day 4: 8:03 AM-

*Kariann’s POV*

I felt myself groan as I slowly opened my eyes. I had the biggest hangover. I knew it was going to take a more than just a couple aspirin to get rid of it. I brought a hand to my eyes, rubbing them as I slowly rose from my bed to sitting position. Why did I feel so… bare? Oh, I was wearing no clothes.

Wait… why was I wearing no clothes? Just what happened last night? I remembered the beach, but not much else… Oh, God, no…

I felt the doom start to sink in as I looked around the unfamiliar room. Shit, shit, shit… I was in a hotel room. Just what the hell happened? I saw a lump on the bed next to me. I looked over, seeing someone lying on their back with the cover covering himself from the waist down. His leg stuck out. Yep, he was naked too.

I wanted to cry. Did I seriously have sex with this guy last night? His head was full of curls that covered half of his face, tangled past perception. I saw the tattoos that covered him and his stomach. I first saw the butterfly that was on his upper stomach under his chest. I felt my eyes widened as they travelled up to see the two birds on his chest. “Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.” I whispered.

It was Harry fucking Styles. No way, it was him I got laid with? I didn’t know whether to feel extremely lucky or not. All I knew is that I needed to get my ass out of this room and back to my friends. I jumped out of bed, quickly putting on my shorts. I cursed not taking a shirt with me to the beach the night before. I put on my bikini top, grabbing the shirt that was on the floor and threw it on. I grabbed my flip flops, hurrying to get out of the door.

I almost ran into someone as I stepped out the door. “Oh, sorry.” A slightly high-pitched voice said. It was a British. Oh, god. I didn’t have to even look to know it was Louis Tomlinson.

“Um. Sorry.” I muttered as I walked past him and ran down the hallway to the elevator. I threw my shoes on in the elevator. I let out a huge breath as the elevator opened and I stepped out. I hurried out of the hotel, getting ready to call down a cab but remembering I had no money. I cursed myself. I saw the beach nearby. Okay, so I had an idea where I was, now I just had to walk the ten blocks home. I was really going to hate this.

I kept a good pace, walking for over an hour to get back home. I tugged at the apartment door, banging on it for someone to unlock it. “What! What! What!” I heard Dakota complain as she opened the door. We stared at each other for a moment, too shocked to say anything. I watched as her eyes travelled from my hair to the shirt and I could see her eyes resting on my neck, staring for a brief second. A smile crept on her face. “You. Little. Whore.” She started laughing hysterically.

“Sh!” I hissed at her, clamping my hands over her mouth. “Are the others still asleep?”

“Well, Bonnie still is. The others went out to get something to eat…”

I looked down the hallway before grabbing Dakota by the wrist and dragging her to the couch. “You won’t believe this…” I started.

“What? You got laid?” She asked, still cracking up some.

“No, well yeah, but you won’t believe by who…”

Dakota raised her eye, curious. I took a deep breath. “Think about it. We talked about these guys yesterday.”

She gave me a funny look. “What? What did we talk about?”

I sighed in exasperation. “Seriously. Think about it. You remember those fan-fictions you wrote with One Direction?” She nodded. “Who did I always end up with?”

It slowly dawned on her then. She jumped to her feet. “You fucked Harry Styles!?”

I was about to tell her to quiet down, but a wide-awake Bonnie was standing in the hallway. Her eyes were wide as I could see. “Wait!? What? She fucked who!?”

I heard the door open then, two figures walked in. “What? What’s going on?” Abbi asked.

“Kariann fucked Harry Styles!” Dakota exclaimed.

“What!?” Bonnie and Sabrina exclaimed in shock.

I flopped back down on the couch, burying my head in my hands. “Guys! Wait! Let her explain…” Sabrina said over the shocked conversation going on.

I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I felt myself start to shake my head. “That’s not the worst of it…” I started to explain as I brought my hands away from my face. My four friends kept their eyes on me, waiting for me to finish what I started to say.

I took a deep breath. “I don’t even remember it happening.”

Notes

Oh, poor kariann hahaha. sorry if the chapter doesn't seem very progressive or anything. I like to try and add in the throughts of everyone involved, but it's pretty hard. Either way, next chapter is in Zaynie's POV :)