BEAUTIFULLY UNFINISHED novel Chapter 41

FORTY

M I R A N D A

"Miranda Rose." Harry states my full name while he looks at me intently.

He laughs humorlessly as he stares at the necklace right before us. He shakes his head in disbelief then looks back at me.

"Seven years ago." He states.

Oh my god.

I came here unprepared. This was the least thing that I expected of this night to be spent with Harry. Why didn't he tell me about this ahead of time? Why does he still have my necklace? I thought that necklace was lost for years now but he just kept it all by himself. He kept it.

But why? Why would he keep a necklace of the virgin woman he had a one night stand with years ago?

"Los Angeles. Exactly inside my room at Beverly Hills Hotel." He adds.

He remembers.

He recognizes me.

He recalls what happened to us but I don't even remember the hotel and bar names anymore. But he does. He remembers it and it's amazing.

"You left that necklace on top of my bed after we had a one night stand." He adds. "Do you remember?"

One night stand.

Those three words took out the shit from me. I can't handle this. I can't fake what to put on my facial expression. I don't know what to say or how to even react to that. He took me off guard. I didn't think Harry would figure it all out. I didn't think he'd still recognize me

"Cos I remember everything." He adds.

The room was insanely quiet and Harry was just looking at me, waiting for me to say anything from what he just said. But what does he expect me to say to him?

I take a deep breath in and quickly stood from where I was siting down. "I don't know what you're talking about Harry. Plus I'm really in a rush right now on picking up Ben."

When I was about to leave, Harry quickly grabbed me on my wrist and pulled me back down but I tried to stay stiff.

"Sit back down." He demands.

Our eyes bore into each other and I have a bad feeling about this night. I've had enough about Louis finding out that Ben is Harry's son but I swear to God I'm so not ready to tell Harry that I was that girl he had a one night stand with years ago

"Please Miranda." He begs.

I take a deep breath in as I sit back down. I kept my eyes on my fingers that were playing against each other and I was trying to find the words to answer whatever Harry will ask me. I exhaled heavily from my mouth and I take glances at Harry once a while.

"You left that necklace the following morning when you left me." He adds.

The following morning when you left me... I curse inwardly on those words.

Oh goodness God. He does remember everything! And if he remembers the smallest details, then that means he could still recall those embarrassing things that I did in front of him. I remember how badly wasted I was that night that I couldn't even think about anything I've done the next day. It was all a blank to me the following morning.

"You weren't blond when I first met you Miranda." Harry starts. "Your hair was brown. You wore that utterly sexy tube dress that caught my attention when I entered Avalon that night."

I gulped.

"You introduced yourself to me as Rose. And I have never forgotten that name since then." He adds.

He looks at me eagerly and I don't want to look away.

"That night, I knew I had to have you. Whatever it takes." He says.

•••••

H A R R Y

SEVEN YEARS AGO

Los Angeles.

Avalon, 11PM

I hopped off my car as soon as I parked right outside Avalon. I'm not much of a fan with bars but I love the thought of getting a little bit tipsy for a night. And since our break ends in a bit, I think I need something fun. Maybe a few shots with Niall and Zayn won't hurt, and then maybe meet some couple of ladies to just hang around all through the night.

Who knows? I might find one lucky woman who I can fuck with tonight.

The three of us marched out way inside the bar together with our bodyguard, John. He walks with us and makes sure we got in safe. As soon as we entered Avalon, oozingly sexy women were around who were busy taking shots and dancing like they were some strippers. Some would glance our way when we entered and make some flirty moves but I know their kind.

"Aside from the babes that comes here, the drinks are wickedly great." Niall says to me against my ear as we enter the bar.

"I already love the place." Zayn pumps his fist against the beat of the music.

My eyes were busy wondering around and I just followed their lead to the VIP floor. I wasn't really excited for this night since they just forced me to tag along because I've been writing songs inside my hotel room for days now.

"Live a little man." Zayn always tells me.

As I take the stairs and looked over to the people dancing and prancing on the first floor, from the farthest corner of the dance floor, a very beautiful brunette caught my attention in a split second. She wore a sexy tube dress that showed off her boobs. She looked hot as hell. She was with her two of her friends and she was the only woman in this club who I instantly felt something for just by looking at her. She was laughing and busy taking shots.

Who is she? I thought.

I sat on the VIP table with Niall and Zayn while they started ordering a couple of shots. But the woman was still clear from where I was sitting down, though I don't think she can see me from up here but I can clearly see her pretty well. I love the view of her face right after she takes a drink from her friends. She nibbles her nose and her face is getting reddish.

"I'll have patron." I hear Zayn.

"Me too." Niall added. "And a bottle of Bacardi as well."

"I'll have patron too." I added right away while my eyes were glued on that woman.

What could be her name? I thought.

"Oh my god! Really? They're here? Where? Did you see them?" The brunette woman chimes so happily.

"Yes! I saw them somewhere!" Her friend answered.

"Oh shit. We have to find them! I'll look around the entire bar if I have to!" The beautiful brunette answered happily.

Two of her friends were laughing and I think the three of them were drunk. I don't know how much content of alcohol they've taken but I'm pretty sure the brunette looks about to get wasted.

"You're already drunk as fuck." Her second friend hits her on her shoulder.

She laughs so beautifully.

"Let's go dance before you pass out! C'mon!" One of her friends pulled her to the dance floor.

My eyes never left her even if my shot was already served in our table.

"Who are you busy looking at Harry?" Zayn nudges me.

"Nobody." I glanced at him as I take a quick drink from my patron.

My eyes followed the brunette woman as she begins to strut her stuff to the dance floor. She was sexily swaying her body effortlessly and dancing ridiculously hot on the dance floor. Men were even looking at her and starts to closer to their small circle. She was spinning and dancing while laughing in cherish with her friends in the middle of the dance floor.

She didn't have to try to get my attention unlike these other women here who are so trying hard to win me, but she's the real deal. I can't even keep my eyes off of her for a second. She suddenly pulls her hands up to the ceiling while she bites her lower lip and dances like there's no tomorrow.

God, the way she bites that lip is giving me a boner.

"I'll be right back." Zayn exits our table and I'm sure he just spotted a sexy chick.