Orphic//H.S.

Chapter 06

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Toni

Coffee.

No. Cheap coffee.

And cologne? Men's cologne?

What the hell?

A white popcorn-ceiling is the first thing my eyes land on when they flicker open. The sun coming through a window is blinding, and I have to blink multiple times before fully opening my eyes.

The smell of cheap coffee and cologne fill my nostrils, and I take in the huge, stuffy comforter laying over my body. The white material is heavy on my body, making my body temperature hotter than it already was.

As I try to sit up, my head immediately starts spinning. My insides hurt like a bitch and it feels like I've been run over by five semi-trucks. I lay back on the plush pillows, letting my head calm down a bit, before trying to sit up again, this time very slowly.

I groan as the thumping in my brain grows even more, and I bury my head in my arms as I pull my knees to my chest. What the fuck did I take last night?

I don't remember much from last night, which normally doesn't happen. No matter how much I drink or smoke, I never forget the night before, I just end up with the nastiest headache and occasionally a one-night stand in my bed.

But last night, I don't remember anything. Well, I remember the bar, Sam leaving for the bathroom, talking to that ass next to me, Zayn, his friends, Sam coming back from the bathroom and getting yelled at by Liam. Her pulling me to the elevators and collapsing in the hotel room. But everything after that is blank.

Speaking of blanks, where the hell am I? I must be in my hotel room, I wonder where Sam is. I raise my head from my bunched-up position and peek over at the other bed next to me. It's empty.

Where is she? Or where am I? What happened last night?

As I'm lowering my head back down, I catch the same scent of men's cologne. Once I fully take in my body, I understand where it's coming from. Why the hell am I wearing this shirt? And who the fuck does it belong to?

My head is pounding with all of these unanswered questions. I just want answers, and over that, I just want to go home and wear off this hangover. I glance at the bedside table, noting my dagger and garter laying on top of it next to my phone.

The clock numbers are a glowing red that read '8:25'. I slept in so late, probably from staying up too late. I scan the room quickly, not noticing any traces of anyone other than me.

My heels are strewn across the floor, my purse on the dresser next to the TV. I don't see anyone or anything which makes me concerned. This also doesn't look like my room. The layout is the complete opposite of the room from earlier, which means I'm in someone else's. Who did I sleep with, oh God?

Right as I'm swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, the bathroom door opens, a cloud of steam releasing into the main bedroom. My eyes focus on the tall figure, wrapped in only a towel around his waist, running another towel through his wet hair.

He pauses as his eyes meet mine, probably noticing how confused and frantic I look. "Morning, sleeping beauty..how'd ya sleep?" His accented voice rasps out, thick from the amount of steam in the room he was in.

Shit. I recognize that voice.

"Harry?" My voice comes out weak and doesn't sound anything like me. The back of my throat burns and the need to cough becomes extremely apparent. I bring the crook of my elbow to my mouth, violently choking out a cough into the cold skin.