The Beacon [h.s]

4

Harry Styles

Slowly blinking my eyes open, I squeeze them back shut when direct sunlight burns into them. I lay on my stomach sprawled across my bed, turning my head in the opposite direction of my window that has it's fucking draperies wide open.

With my head turned away and face squished against my pillow, my awoken brain wonders what happened last night. But when I feel a shooting pain pound in my skull and the dinstic taste in my mouth, I answer my own question.

Hangover's are a bitch.

The damn sun still beams into my bedroom and it only makes me want to rip off my head even more, my body feels like a ton of bricks and I don't have the energy to get up and close them right now. I probably forgot to close the draperies before I left to see Father-

Fuck.

A couple memories come back to me from last night, helping to slowly piece together what I did to end up this hungover. My punishment last night being one of them and I suddenly feel the intense soreness coursing through my body and face.

I let out groan, but I can't seem to remember past walking into a random bar and drinking a bottle of vodka. I also have no idea how I made it back to my bed in one piece, but I somehow managed to and passed the fuck out. It was a surprisingly good sleep, I didn't wake up in the middle of the night with any nightmares or unwanted shit like that.

I try letting my eyes relax back into sleep but a blaring alarm starts going off and shocks the hell out of me. My body shoots straight up which I regret instantly from the soreness spreading through me. "Fuck," I mutter through the pain.

I sit up on my knees, still squinting as I feel under the mess of covers to find my phone that won't shut up. I reach under to find a wire and follow it down to where it's plugged into. Again, I have no idea how I managed to charge the damn thing while off my face last night.

I finally shut off my phone after finding it at the foot of the bed. And I go right back to slumping under the comforter again, closing my eyes. Another alarm rings.

"What the fuck." I whine into my pillow, ripping the comforter off my body and reaching for my phone.

I go to turn off the second alarm I didn't even know I had, but the note at the bottom of the screen reminds me of something. I sigh, remembering I have to kill my target I failed to do last week.

Turning off the alarm, I let my phone fall back onto the bed and force myself up. I look down at body to see that I'm still in the same outfit I was in last night, shoes on too with their laces halfway untied.

I run my hands down my face to get rid of the grogginess from being awoken so abruptly and walk to the bathroom to clean myself up. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth to clean the shitty taste in my mouth, taking a few pain killers to deal with this fucking headache.

As I walk out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my hips, I make my way to my phone again to make a call for help on this job. I dial the number and put it on speaker, leaving my phone on my bed to go and pick out some clothes.

"Harry! Hey man, how are ya?"

Wincing slightly from his loud ass voice through the speaker, I bring my hands up to massage at my temples to somehow reduce the throbbing in my head. "Jesus, you're on speaker and my head is pounding, the screaming isn't fucking helping, Niall."

"What, you got wasted? Without me? How rude of you." I hear the sarcasm through his thick Irish accent.

"Yeah, I ended up at some random bar like an hour away from here. And you would just annoy the hell out of me if you came."