BEAUTIFULLY UNFINISHED novel Chapter 3

TWO

"Miranda!" Beth and Nina says in unison as they rushed towards me once I entered our hotel room.

Both of them hugged me tight and I tried to smile ruefully, keeping my tears to myself but I feel so disgusted of what I did at the same time. On my way coming here back to my hotel room, all I thought about inside the taxi, was how the hell I got inside Harry's room. Harry Styles' room.

I can't believe I talked to Louis so causally without screaming at his face. I can't believe I had sex with Harry Styles! I still can't believe I gave him my virginity.

I left him with the blood stain on his sheets. Gosh that was so embarrassing. Totally embarrassing. I'm so embarrassed of what I've done.

I wanted to run to the bathroom and take a three-hour shower because I feel like I'm a dirty woman, not because I had sex with Harry but because of that shameful thing I could have done last night that I don't remember. I could be doing embarrassing things that I can't recall. Plus, I don't even remember how magical and painful it could have been even though I'm having muscle pains everywhere right now. I don't remember how it felt like having sex with Harry freaking Styles. I was completely having drunk sex with him. And even though it was Harry Styles, I still couldn't believe that I've finally gave it up. Just like that.

"Where were you? We were worried sick of you! I kept calling." Nina asked.

"Who was that man who asked you to go to the VIP?" Beth asked.

Man?

VIP?

If that man was Harry, they could remember and tell me about him.

"Where did he take you?" Nina added.

I shake my head in disbelief. I'm crying and I don't know why I was crying. I was scared of what happened to me last night. I know he's Harry Styles, and he's the nicest guy I know who I don't even know personally, but I think he couldn't rape me. I know he couldn't.

I'm crying cos I don't remember a thing about what happened and I know I should be happy that I had sex with a worldwide celebrity, but that doesn't mean cos he's famous I'm already okay with it. It's not okay to me. I maybe a fan but what I've done last night was something really unforgivable.

Since I was crying like there was no tomorrow, they led me to the bed and I sat down in between them. They tried to calm me. They rubbed my back and pushed my hair off my face.

"Oh my god what happened to you? Were you raped?" Beth asked.

"I think not. I don't know. I don't remember." My voice shakes. "I can't remember a thing." I add.

I pulled both of my hands up and covered my face. I wiped my tears streaming down on my cheeks and I was doubting if I should tell them about who I saw with in bed this morning. I know they won't believe me but I have proof. I took a photo of Harry sleeping a while ago but I still doubt if they'll believe me that I had sex with him.

"We shouldn't have allowed that man to take you to the VIP." Nina says.

"But you were so persistent. You wanted to go with him. You were so drunk when you agreed to that man, that's why you couldn't remember a thing, I think." Beth adds.

She's right, I couldn't even remember how drunk I was that night.

"You were so giddy last night when we saw Harry, Niall and Zayn passing by our table." Beth blurted.

I paused for a while and finally remembered that part. It all just sank in, Beth is right. We were in one bar last night. I was acting all crazy when I saw the three of them in the same bar as we did. I was so excited that I always take shots one after the other and I never say no to any shots offered. Oh gosh the embarrassment is growing.

"Where were you the entire night? Where did you sleep?" Nina asked worriedly.

"I was at...." I trailed off.

I look at their faces. "Promise me you will believe me."

They nod.

I carefully pulled my iPhone out and slowly opened to my gallery. I placed my iPhone close to my breasts, to hide what was on the screen.

"What are you hiding?" Nina says.

"I had sex last night." I blurted, keeping my phone close to my breasts.

They gasped and covered their mouth at the same time. They looked at me in disbelief.

I gulped.

"You filmed the entire thing?!" Nina exclaimed.

My eyes widened, "What?! No!"

"Then what is it?" Beth asked.

I sigh inwardly.

"I don't know how I ended up to his hotel room but I gave my virginity to this man." I began to say.

"Mom! My ironman shirt. I'm not leaving if I'm not wearing it today. It's Monday today. Monday is ironman shirt day." He seemed to start crying.

I started opening the other drawers and looked for his favorite ironman shirt. "Okay okay. I'll look for it." I say quick.

I glance at him. "Shoes up, baby. You'll be late for school."

"Okay mommy." Benedict obeys and sits on the foot of the bed as he lace his shoes.

I kept looking for his all time favorite ironman shirt and god I'll be damned if I can't find it cos it's always his favorite one. He seems to love it so much, well he loves ironman and he watched all of ironman's movies a lot of times.

"Found it." I pulled it out with a smile of relief and rushed towards him.

"YEY! You're the best mommy!" He chimes.

I knelt in front of him as I put on the shirt over his head then fixed his shoelace. I kissed his temple and helped him grab his ironman backpack. Of course, it also had to be ironman. I stare at my son and was amazed at how fast he grew up. Before, I used to carry him on my arms and change his diapers or wake up in the middle of the night when he cries for milk. Now, he's already a first grader and I can't help not to feel scared for him. I think I'm much more afraid for him on his first day of school compared to Ben.

"Are you ready baby?" I asked him.

Benny nods at me with a smile. "I'm a big boy now. I'm six." He pulls out seven fingers.

"Is that six?" I arched an eyebrow.

He giggles. "Ops! I mean... One, two, three, four, five, six. Six!" He counts carefully as he pulls one finger after the other.

"Six." He smiles while he shows me.

I smiled and kissed his forehead, "Let's go. Time for me to drive you to school."

Both of us stumbled our way downstairs and grabbed his lunch bag for him. I opened the passenger door and he gets inside all by himself. He says he doesn't need my help on getting inside the car anymore cos he's already a big boy. I'm proud of my son cos he's been very understanding to me. Even though he doesn't know who his father is and there are times when he'll ask me about his dad, he still tries to understand what I tell him. I'm not ready to tell him the truth yet and I don't want to set his hopes up when he'll know about his real father. I doubt if he would accept his own son.

"Buckle up sweetheart." I say as I drive out of the driveway.

Ben does what I told him and he kicks his feet mid air on his seat continuously and bites his fingernails at the same time, I know he only does that when he's scared or nervous about something. I don't do that, it's sort of his habit. Maybe he got it from his father. Well, base on Ben's undeniably brown curly hair on top of his head, his bright emerald green eyes and that cheeky dimpled smile, I know he got it all from Harry. Benedict looks like an exact copy of Harry Styles. It's nothing to be discussed. He resembles like Harry so much.

Of course, he is Ben's father.