One Plus One

Chapter Fifteen

MARLIE'S POV

"Marlie!"

I jolted awake as I heard pounding on my front door.

"Marlie, answer this door!"

I groaned as I realised who the voice belonged to. It was a furious version of Lily. I tried moving as her voice continued to shout but my head spun with every movement, the volume of sound magnifying and echoing in my brain. I could barely open my eyes to see where I was going. The natural light around me was far too bright.

On my journey down the stairs, which was a task in my current state, I tried to figure out how I'd got home. I couldn't remember past sitting down at the table with Harry and his friends. I knew Harry would have taken me home, but I just couldn't remember.

I fumbled with the door handle as Lily continued to bang her fist against it. I used it as a shield from her rage and peered around it, still squinting.

"What are you playing at? No call, no text, you just climb out of the window and go with Prince Charming?!"

"Lily, please stop shouting."

"Why? Are you hungover? I'm sorry that it was such a drag that you had to desert me and go and have fun elsewhere."

The sarcastic tone in her voice annoyed me. When I left, everyone was asleep and it was only ten. She had hit the nail on the head though. The party I had went with her to was a real drag. I was glad for Harry's heroic thoughts. I'd had a much better night with him.

"Lily, you were asleep, everyone was asleep. Harry had already asked me earlier to go out so I did."

"You could have told me."

"Yes you're right, I could have, but I didn't."

Lily looked at me in defeat. She knew it was pointless scolding me. I wasn't going to listen to her.

"Did I wake you up?"

"No, Lily, I just look like I've rolled out of the bed because I've been up for hours."

"You lazy bitch! It's nearly two in the afternoon!"

"You're kidding me?!"

"No."

"Oh fuck. I'm supposed to be having my costume fitting at four."

"You best hurry up and get ready."

I stepped away from the door and opened it further for Lily to come in. I heard her laugh as I ran up the stairs. She must have noticed I was wearing Harry's t-shirt and the shoes on the floor at the bottom of the stairs.

"Someone had an eventful night."

Lily raised her eyebrows at me. I knew exactly what she was thinking. I was about to tell her nothing happened but I couldn't be completely sure, but surely Harry wouldn't have taken advantage of me like that?

"Nothing happened, Lily."

I could hear her whining at the bottom of the stairs. She made me wonder what at had made me turn out so differently to all of my friends. But then I remembered. How could I forget? My dad.

*****

Luckily, I managed to re-organise my costume fitting for a later date. I instead used the time to try and get myself looking respectable. When I looked in the mirror I frightened myself. They eye make up that had been plastered into my face was smudged around my eyes and I had crumbs of mascara on my cheeks. I brushed my hair away from my shoulders and was greeted with another shock. I raised my hand to the purple mark on my neck and rubbed over it. I winced at my touch. I leaned closer to the mirror to inspect it further, but was interrupted by the sound of my phone buzzing against the head board of my bed.

I picked up the phone to find a message from Harry.

"From : Harry

How are you feeling, angel? .x"

I couldn't help but think maybe Harry felt guilty. I knew he was trying to rid himself of the reputation my sister had created for him, so getting me drunk probably threw a spanner in the works.

"To be honest, like shit :') x"

When he didn't reply, my heart sunk a little. I didn't want to make him feel guilty. It wasn't his fault that I drank myself into oblivion.

Instead of lingering of the thought, I jumped in the shower, hoping the expression 'clean body, clean mind' was going to take effect. The warm water took the edge of my pounding headache, but it did nothing for the sick feeling I had in my stomach. I was hoping maybe the medicine cabinet would hold the remedy I was looking for, but upon investigation, it was clear that Jasmine had decided they belonged to her and taken them with her.

I curled up on the couch in my onesie and put on a DVD, feeling sorry for myself. Just as I managed to get comfy there was a knock on the door. I dragged my feet along the floor to answer it, just wanting to crawl into a hole and stay there until the horrible feelings subsided. They were soon eased when I revealed a beautiful, curly-haired boy on the other side of my door.

"Will these help?"

Harry held out a box of paracetamol, some Lucozade and a box of chocolates. A smile broke out as I nodded, stepping to the side to allow him in. He leant down, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. I had guessed it was perhaps an apology.

Harry followed me into the living room, placing my hangover remedies on the coffee table and then sinking back into the couch. I took up the space next to him and draped my legs over his lap, leaning on the arm of the couch on my elbow.

"You don't look like shit."

"Are you kidding? I look and feel awful."

"No, you're still beautiful."

"Harry." I mumbled as I felt a heat rise in my cheeks.