Unsettling

IV

Henry Hart woke up that Sunday morning with a pounding headache. He groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face against his pillow in an attempt to stop the incessant pounding in his temples. He would never party again, or at least never drink like that again. So much of what happened was a blur. He remembered seeing Charlotte dancing with Blarf, Jasper encouraging him to drink, downing his tenth shot, a crash, Charlotte helping him home, and then...

He sat up quickly despite how dizzy it made him. No way he did what he thought he did. He squinted his eyes as he stared out at nothing in particular and tried to force his fuzzy memory to clear up and replay the events of last night. He remembered Charlotte helping him to his room, helping him out of his shirt, Charlotte's tongue, and Charlotte's moans...

"Oh my God!" he yelped in a high pitched tone and ran his fingers through his hair. What the fuck did he do?! She was probably freaked out by him now. He probably completely ruined their friendship. How could he ever come back from this? As he stewed in his own misery and stupidity, he heard his phone ring and quickly grabbed it. He looked at the screen and sighed when he saw it was Jasper instead of Charlotte. He laid back down as he answered the call and was met with a long pained groan from his friend.

"Henry...what the hell happened last night?" he finally asked and the blond chuckled.

"A lot," he mumbled as he thought back to kissing Charlotte. A lot was an understatement.

"I'm never drinking again. I want to die."

"Same, dude," he sighed and rubbed his temples, "I'm never going to lose this hangover."

"You know," Jasper grunted a little, "Blake Johnston took me home. I don't know if I was just super wasted but I think he tried to kiss me." Henry blinked at that before bursting into laughter.

"Dude, what?!"

"I'm telling you, he tried to kiss me!" the other confirmed as his friend laughed.

"You were wasted, you're probably still wasted. I doubt he tried to kiss you," he explained with a chuckle. Jasper just sighed unconvinced but relented.

"Okay, maybe. What did you do when Charlotte got you home?" Henry bit down on his lip. He wondered if he should tell him that he kissed Charlotte and that he really liked it. He liked having her body against his, he liked feeling her tongue meet his own, and he loved the moans that left her gorgeous mouth. Just thinking about it excited him. He cleared his throat as he tried to calm himself down.

"Uh, just crashed and slept off the alcohol," he mumbled and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He heard Jasper yawn and hum a little in response.

"Well, I'm gonna try and sleep off this hangover. Talk to ya later, man."

"See ya, dude," he responded and hung up with a sigh. He considered calling Charlotte and seeing if she was okay. Maybe even apologize for sort of attacking her with his lips despite how much he enjoyed it. But she hadn't texted him or called him so maybe there was no need to bring it up so soon. He placed his phone back down and rubbed his hands over his face. His head was still pounding. He decided to just take some painkillers and get some more sleep, he'd deal with last night later.

Sunday went by in a peaceful blur thanks to Piper being in Florida. For the first time in fourteen years, he didn't have to hear chaotic screaming about what Jana Tetrazzini posted on EnvyGram or TwitFlash. He could actually enjoy being at home and he was going to miss it. Monday morning came and he had all of his bags ready, an SUV that he rented on his dad's dime, and he was ready to go. He said his goodbyes to his parents after putting his bags in the car and went to pick up Charlotte. He got out and helped her with her bags as she said her goodbyes to her dad.