The Dancer

SCARLETT P.O V

i flutter my eyelids open. I have a stinking headache.

A stream of light is peaking through the curtains.

I go to sit up but I am restricted by two strong arms, wrapped around me.

Panic shoots through me. Shit what did I do...holy fuck who is this. WHOS ARMS ARe TWSE AND WHY ARE THEY IN MY BED!

I cant turn and see his face. oh my dear lord.

"Morning.." A groggy voice says.

I jump about ten foot. I fly forewords over the covers.

My hearts beating rapidly in my Chest.

I look to see the guy.

But all I see is Harry Edward Styles.

Laying in my bed.

In a white v-neck with his boxershorts on.

laughing his head off.

"You should see your face!!" He roars.

I probably look like a tomato.

"Why are you in my bed?"

"Because you asked me to sleep with you.."

My jaw drops..oh my god.

"NO NOT LIKE THAT! You were upset so I kinda rocked you to sleep...nothing happened!"

Now it's his turn to turn red.

"You should see your face." I smirk

"SCARLETT ROSE GET YOUR MOTHER FREAKING ASS DOWN HERE AND OPEN THIS DOOOR! "

and thats my cue!

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