full throttle || h.s. ||

nine || unwanted wakeup calls

the song for this chapter is "Velvet Clouds," by Oddnote :)

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I don't know where I am
I'm lost in the summer heat
It spins my head, it spins my head
Around and around and around
It spins my head, it spins my head
Around and around and around

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Finley

I woke up the next morning feeling very warm, and with a weight draped across my waist.

Instinctively, I went to grab Lars' hand and pull it off my body, but when I reached for his hand, I felt a bunch of cold rings against my skin.

That's weird...Lars doesn't wear rings. I thought to myself.

But then my stomach plummeted right to my toes as I peeked my eyes down and saw the tattooed arm laying across me.

Oh fuck.

"Trying to hold my hand already? Didn't pin you as the clingy type," Harry's voice spoke, his accent even thicker and raspier first thing in the morning, and I ignored the feeling it gave me in my stomach.

Instantly, I flung his hand away from me, removing his arm from my waist as the memories of what happened between us flashed through my mind.

"Oh please don't tell me you're gonna be all shy and bashful now after what happened last night. Or do I need to remind you of how I made you scream my name with these?" Harry hummed, and suddenly, his fingers were placed on my throat, squeezing at it lightly.

I grabbed his hand and ripped it off my neck, sitting up straight in the bed and realizing I was in nothing but my underwear and what I assumed was one of Harry's t-shirts.

I held it out in my hand and realized it was an old Elton John tee, vintage from the looks of it.

"Morning, Rocket Man," Harry teased, propping himself up on his elbow and grinning as he watched the horror unfold on my face.

"Fuck, Harry...it's way too early for...well...you," I groaned, rubbing my hand down my face and feeling the slightest tinge of a hangover.

"You wound me, Little Red," Harry pouted dramatically, placing his free hand over his heart and pretending to look hurt.

"Fuck off, will you?" I huffed, shaking my head at him in annoyance.

"You certainly didn't want me to last night-"

"That was last night. Today is a new day, and just as I told you last night, what happened between us changes nothing, and I still want nothing to do with you, got it?" I snapped, fuming at him with wild eyes, and I'm sure a very messy head of hair.

Harry put his hands up in defense, before placing them behind his head and flopping back onto his pillow, smirking at me as he saw me involuntarily check out his bare chest.

"Mhmm. Nothing at all," he mused, causing my eyes to flick back up towards his devious ones.

"You think very highly of yourself, don't you?" I sighed, smiling at him sarcastically.

He pursed his lips together and shrugged, and I cursed myself for watching the way his biceps flexed as he did so.

"Well, so do I. Which is exactly why this will never happen again. I know that it may take a lot for you to get that through your thick skull, but try and keep up," I snapped, pushing the covers off of my body and standing up, tugging Harry's large shirt further over my ass before I gave him something else to make a crude remark on.