Carmen's POV:
I woke up in a panic; I have no clue where I am and a killer headache? Yay, just what I want.Stupid fucking hangover. I look over to the other side of the unfamiliar bed, to see Harry freaking Styles! I went home with him?! I feel so dumb; I know what he does to girls. Gets them drunk, has sex with them, and never see nor speak to them again. I'll be damned if I am going to be one of those girls. I softly move from the bed, and go round the hotel room to collect all of my clothes. I was completely naked, so there was no doubt in my mind I slept with Harry. I put on all of my clothes, and carry my shoes, and call for a cab. While waiting, I fixed myself a bit, just in case there are paps out there. About five minutes later, I walk out, and the cab showed up right around the time I got outside.

After Cab Ride

I checked the time and date once I got home, to only realize I had work today. I hurry around, pulled my hair into a bun, and hop into the shower. Just to wash all the dirty stuff from Harry's house off me, I don't know what happened, and I don't want to know. I wash myself and got out. I lightly redo my makeup and, put on my black work pants with my cheetah print flats. Redoing my bun, and putting on my work shirt and gathering my belongings, including my phone, wallet, and makeup, and place them into my black bedazzled satchel. Got my car keys, and headed out the door.

As I make my way to my car, I can't help but to notice someone, a dude taking picture of me.

"HEY! What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

He didn't reply, he just ran. I shrugged it off, got into my car, and I was on my way to work.

Notes

I know, short. Gonna do more tonight. :)