Jenna POV*

"Dear paper that I will pretend is my diary

I was dizzy. I couldn't see because of the tears in my eyes. I could bearly feel the bottle in my hand. I never liked drinking Vodka, but how can you not drink in situations like this?

It was dark. I was walking. I felt it, the emptiness. I've only read about it in books and seen it in the movies, but this time it was me. I was feeling it. It was sucking me in it, the depression. I know it sounds cliche, a teenager depressed. But it's not for the common reasons. This was real. This was life. I'm still not sober. I don't know where I am or who am I with. But, I don't care. He helped me, whoever he was.."

I looked up from the paper. I was sitting on a couch. My brown hair was messy and wet. My dress- ruined. My eyes were bloody because of all the crying. They were closing, but I didn't want to fall asleep. The room was big. There was a big bed, with lots of pillows. Right next to the bed there was a bookshelf. There was also a big TV, and a door. It's has to be the closet. I looked around, but couldn't see much, I couldn't stay awake. I wasn't in my room at the hotel, that's for sure. Maybe I should get out of here.

I got up, and few seconds later, I was lying on the floor. How did I get down here? Gravity is stronger today, that's it. It has to be. I'm not clumsy. I herd footsteps from the hallway. Someone was coming. I had to hide! I was rolling over, I couldn't get up. I felt like a turtle.

"Are you OK? What are you doing down there?!" I heard a voice. British accent. He must be posh. While I was thinking about what accents also sound posh, he helped me up. Who is he?

"Yes, I am super! " I replied. He picked me up and started carrying me. The next thing I felt was the soft mattress. I'm guessing that's the bed. And then, everything went black.

***

"Who is she?"

"I don't know."

"Do you at least know her name?"

"No. I told you, I found her."

"Well, I guess it's not every day you FIND a person!"

"Oh come on. What would you have done?!"

I was hearing things? Who are these people talking in my hotel room?! OH! I almost forgot. I am god-knows where with god-knows who.

"I don't know mate. Do you know what happened to her?"

Great. More british people. Well, time to wake up. I started to open my eyes.

"Oww! " I said in my morning voice. I just realized my head was exploding. This is the last time I'm drinking.

"Hey, are you ok?" the posh boy asked. There were two of them. One had curly hair, beautiful green eyes. He smiled. He had dimples- WAIT !

"What are you doing here?!" I asked.

"I live here" He replied. He smiled. I know him from somewhere. Where do I know him from?

"Oh, well, what am I doing here?!" I asked. What was I doing here?! I can't remember anything. WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER ANYTHING!?

"You really don't remember?"He asked me. What was I suppose to remember?

"THAT"S WHAT I SAID!" I didn't realize i was shouting. I am not a morning person.

"Haha, you didn't say that" He started to laugh at me. What's wrong with him?!

"Well, I was thinking of it." I tried to defend myself.

"I'll let you guys catch up" the other one started to talk. I almost forgot he's in the room "-while i go get some food. You hungry?" he asked.

"I may, or may have not been raped last night. Do you really think i can eat right now?"

"You weren't raped" The curly one said. He was smirking. Was I amusing?! I don't get it.

"Oh. Well no thanks. I have other things to worry about" I answered.

He got out of the room. It was just me and curly.

Harry's POV*

"Oh. Well no thanks. I have other things to worry about" she answered. Lou got out of the room. It was just me and her. She really didn't remember anything..

"So what is your name?" I sat on the bed as I was asking her. "I'm Harry, by the way" I smirked.

"That's where i know you from!!" She shouted. "You are the curly one from One Direction!"

She recognized me. That's great and all, but who was she? There's something about her, I don't know what it is. It's very intriguing.

"Oh, my name is Jenna. Do you mind telling me how I got here?" She asked politely.

"Well I was coming back from a party, and I accidentally splashed water, as I was driving close to the sidewalk. You fell. So I got out to apologies. You were sitting on the ground, you didn't even try to get up. You had a bottle of vodka in your hand griped very tight. I then helped you get up, but you just starter to cry. I thought it was because you were wet, and your dress was a little torn, but you just went on and on how no one understand you. And that you were just 16 and you can't be a doctor, or a scientist, or cure cancer. I asked you where were you going. You said down, and set on the ground" I stopped. She was looking at me with surprise written all over her face "Do you really not remember?" She shook her head. I continued "So i got you up again. I offered you a ride to wherever you were really going. You started telling me that you were home and that the streetlight, that was just next to us, is your flat. You invited me in" I started to smile, because when you say it like this, it's funny. She smiled too. She had this expression on her face, that said "what the hell did I do last night?". I know that expression very well.

"Well? Continue!" She said with a smirk.

"So, after you invited me in, I realized you were really drunk. There were few drops of vodka in the bottle, so I guessed that you drank the whole thing. Afterwards, you told me to leave you alone. I couldn't just leave you. It was night, it was dark and it was cold. So I told you to get in my car and that I will take you someplace warm. And I took you here, where you immediately jumped on the couch in my room and refused to move. After that, I went down to make some tea, when I heard noise. I went upstairs and you were lying on the ground. I asked you if you were OK, you said you were super quite sarcastically. And I just carried you in my bed, and you fell asleep. The end."

She was looking at me with disbelieve. She had a smirk on her face the last few sentences, but then it was gone. She was serious. She was looking right through me. She was here, but she was thinking of something else. I'm guessing it's whatever happened last night. I wasn't going to ask her, although I really wanted to know. Her eyes teared up.

"Can I go now, please?" She asked. I could bearly hear her. Her voice was different. It's the kind of voice you get when you are about to cry.

"Are you sure? Do you want an Aspirin?" I suggested her. She had the saddest look. She was heartbroken for some reason…

"Yes, thank you." She replied. After that she got out of the bed and we both went down the stairs. I was looking for a pill, and she just stood there with her mind somewhere else. I gave her the aspirin and a glass of water. She then started to walk towards the front door.

"Thank you" she said sincerely while she was looking into my eyes. Her's were brown. Chocolate brown. They were round like two big marbles. Her cheeks were red, and she had freckles on them. Her hair was still messy, but it looked good. She looked good. I reached for her hair, and put it behind her ears. She didn't blink.

"You are welcome" I smiled. She turned away and opened the door.

"Do you need a ride to somewhere?" I asked. I wanted to help her, but mostly, I wanted to know where she was staying, since she had an american accent i figured she is not from here.

"I don't want to be a bother. You've done enough" She replied. She was very polite.

"Nonsense! I'll take anywhere you need to go." I quickly took my keys from the counter in the hall and got out the door.

Jenna's POV

He got his keys and got out of the door. We walked to his car. He opened my door, and I got in. He was a gentleman. But why is he doing this? He is Harry Styles from One Direction. And I'm just…broken.

"So where am I driving you?" He said after he got in.

"Dukes Hotel" I said.

"Really?" He asked surprised.

"Yes. Why are you so surprised?" I asked.

"No reason." He started the car and we drove off. It's still weird for me the whole drive-on-the-left-side-of-the-road thing. He didn't ask many questions. I liked that. We were driving for few minutes when he asked

"Do you want to stop for coffee?"

"Yeah sure, if you want to." I answered. We stopped at Starbucks and we bought two coffees. After that we got in the car. We had a light conversation about London. He asked me how I liked it. He also offered restaurants, and places to visit. It took my mind of things.

"Here we are" he said "Dukes Hotel"

"Well, thank you for everything" I said. I didn't know how to thank him for last night. I could be dead right now. Or even worse - lost!

I opened the door and as i was getting out he said

"Can you give me your number?" he said it very quickly.

"Why?" after I said it I realized it's the dumbest question in the history of dumb questions.

"So I can call to check up on you." he said while smiling. His dimples were showing. I love dimples. I wish I had dimples.

"Yeah, ok." I said as i wrote my phone on my coffee cup. He thanked me, and drove off. And then I returned to real life. I turned around and got in the hotel. I saw myself in the mirror in the elevator. I was a mess. As I was fixing my hair in the mirror I said to myself

"Time to face the music" The elevator beeped. I was on my floor.

Notes

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