The Bad Boy

Chapter 99

Harry's P.O.V.

I wake up in the morning, extremely hungover with a raging headache and a dry mouth. I sift and roll over. My vision is blurry, from my headache I assume. When I rolled over I noticed I'm buck naked. Did it actually happen with Steph? I can't remember anything so I guess it did.

"Ready for round 2 Steph?" I joke to the girl laying next to me, wrapped in white sheets.

"Steph?" She rolls over to look at me groggily.

Blonde is the first thing I notice about her. Bright blonde.

"Holy f***?" I sit up.

"Who's Steph?" She asks, propping her head up on her hands.

"Uh......I was having a dream." I lie. "The waitress in my dream was named Steph and I challenged her to a game of ping pong and I was asking if she wanted to play again." I fake.

Shit I'm surpried I came up with that when I was this hungover.

"You have the weirdest dreams Harry." She eyes me suspiciously. "WHat's my name?"

F***. "Uh....." I got nothing.

She sighs. "I should have known." She climbs out of the bed, totally naked and grabs a t-shirt and a pair of underwear. I feel absolutely nothing when I see her.

She bends over and throws me my clothes. "Change and get out." She turns and walks into the adjoining bathroom, and I hear the lock click closed.

I stand up and pull on my clothes. I didn't......with her, did I? I look into the trash can on the other side of the bed. We did. More than once.

I shake my head and walk out the door and through her small house. There's another girl in the kitchen.

"WHO THE F*** ARE YOU?" She asks loudly, grabbing a frying pan and holding it over her head.

"Uh I was here with...." I rub my hands over my face as I try to recall her name again.

"Patricia?"She asks.

"Yeah." I suck my lip into my mouth and speed walk out the door.

That was awkward. I look in the drive way and my car's not there. F****** shit.

I walk back through the door. "Uh, my car's not here......" I trail off.

The girl in the kitchen turns to look at me. "What do you want me to do about that?"

I bite my lip and look up at her. I can't believe I'm using this.....

"FINE I'll give you a ride." She groans and walks over to me, grabbing her keys off the hook.

"Uh, do you want some shoes?" I ask, pointing to her feet.

"Right." She says through a yawn and slips on a pair of slides that were sitting by the door.

I follow her out to the tiny beat up white car in the driveway. She yawns more.

I slide into the passenger seat and we back out as she yawns again.

"Why are you so tired, I came home with your friend not you." I laugh.

She doesn't. "Thin. Walls." Is all the says as she reaches for the knob on the radio, turning it up louder than I do. I recognize the song as "The Anthem" By Good Charlotte.

"That totally didn't make this any more awkward." I yell over the music.

She doesn't hear me and keeps bobbing her head to the music, her ponytail moving around with her.