Nefarious [h.s]

Chapter 35.

A/N

I have shown what Harry's room looks like it Chapter 21. <3

Saturday, Oct. 30:

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I slowly peel my eyes open. The first thing that comes to my mind is the massive headache I have. God, how much did I have to drink last night? My mouth feels so dry.

Slowly, my mind wakes up and I come to the realization, I'm not on the couch. Where the hell- My costume- I'm not in my costume. I look down at my body and grab the t-shirt that is not my own.

These are not my clothes. This isn't my bed. Suddenly, I notice a body pressed up against me. Please don't tell me I did something stupid last night. I mean I wouldn't doubt it. What even happened last night?

I carefully flip my body over, trying not to wake whoever it is, and see who is behind me. 

And there he is. Harry. His upper body uncovered. Please tell me he has pants on. I'm too scared to look. Ella, just look. It's not that serious. Fucks sake.

I carefully grab the blanket covering his lower half. I take a deep breath before lifting the covers just enough for me to see underneath.

"If you wanted to see my dick, you could've just asked." I jump, startled that he's awake. I drop the blanket and see his green eyes looking back at me.

"No, I wasn't-" I start. There isn't really a good way to explain that. "I was checking to make sure you were well, covered." 

He just laughs, "Did you think I wasn't?" This isn't funny. He finds this amusing, I know it. Keep laughing and I'll smack that smirk right off that hot face of yours.

"Well how was I suppose to know?" I argue. "I don't even know what the hell happened or how the hell I got here." I sit up on the bed but instantly regret it because the room feels like its spinning. I groan and lie back down onto the bed, closing my eyes.

"Want a reminder on how you got here?" I can just hear it in his voice, he's smiling. 

"Please." I rest my hand on my head. I never want to drink again.

"Well first," I feel the bed shift. "We came back to the penthouse, and you were practically begging me."

I snap my eyes open and see him resting his head on his hand next to me. He just thinks this is so funny. Hilarious. "I didn't..."

"Oh yes. You wouldn't give up. So I brought you back in here and gave you what you wanted so bad." He smirks. 

My jaw drops and my eyes go wide. Once he saw the shocked look on my face he breaks into laughter. 

"Harry! You were joking weren't you!" I shout. Harry nods his head with a chuckle. "That's not funny!" I smack his arm.

"It was. And besides." He pauses. "You would know if anything happened... You wouldn't able to walk." 

"I'm being serious, Harry!"

"So am I." He winks with a grin.