My Best Friends Brother (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" Gemma shrieked, her face plastered with rage as Audrey was passed out on her bed, Gemma and I sitting either side of her motionless figure. I looked down and fiddled with my hands, partially abashed and reluctant to have this conversation with my sister. "I'm sorry," I wailed, my voice as low as possible. When I let myself and Audrey into the house, mum had gone to bed, and as I was making my way up the staircase, Gemma, unluckily, spotted us. I, being the only concious one, knew that the two of us were going to be reprimanded. "The boys were drinking and she got a bottle when I wasn't looking," I lied. Well, I wasn't exactly lying; I was just being equivocal about the situation. 

"You let her get drunk Harry!" Gemma cried, her voice a shouting whisper. I cringed every time I heard the squeak in her tone, dreading the moment that my mum finally heard and woke up to see Audrey in such a feeble and inappropriate state. I can only imagine her reaction.

"Like I said," I responded, with complete compusre. "I wasn't paying attention and one of the boys must've slipped her a drink."

Gemma forced her face into her hands. I presumed she was contemplating on whether to help me get out of this one or not. I have to admit, though, without her help, I'd be screwed. I couldn't lie to my mum face-to-face, it was absurdly complex and problematic. Plus, it never voyaged in the best direction whenever I attempted it. I always titled these kinds of things 'death missions'.

Before she could even speak aloud what she was pondering, Audrey stirred in her current position. I glanced up at her face, just in time to see a frown creasing up her forehead. I slowly examined each feature on her face that I could muster from where I was sitting.

She was really pretty, but as I watched over her, there were all different kinds of emotion racing throughout my entire body. Now that I had paid attention to her for once, I had gotten to know some of her personality, even though she was drunk. She was nice, and I already came to realise that she was pretty hot. But maybe kissing her was taking it too far. I have to admit, I was actually really caught up in the moment back in the car. As harsh as it seems to be on her, it was kind of spur of the moment. I wasn't sure how Audrey felt about the whole thing, and I didn't really want to know. I wanted to forget that the kiss happened. It felt wrong thinking about it, so naturally, I guess the whole thing is just wrong. 

Audrey's P.O.V: 

I awoke to a massively severe pain in my head. And whenever I made any kind of sudden movement with my limbs, or even diverted my eyeballs in a different diection under my eyelids, causing any vision I had to be black, I felt a disgusting, thick pounding in my head. But why was I feeling this way? Oh wait, I drank last night. I drank a lot. But what time was it?

I slowly pried my eyes open to winess an environment I was familiar yet unfamiliar with at the same time. I looked around at the white ceiling, glancing over rectangle images that were cut out and stuck to it. They were of Gemma and some other people. This is Gemma's room. Oh god..

"Hi, sweetie," I heard a small whisper from the left side of my body. Her kindness kind of caught me off gaurd, I was expecting her to scream at me. I tried to lift my head, but it was no use. The pouding feeling erupted again, but more immense and unbearable I let out a groan, only to realise that my throat was sore and completely dry of anything. I attempted to lift my arm up and feel my head, but I just couldn't seem to go through with it. It was like nothing would move, and I began to feeling slightly frightened. 

I closed my eyes again, hoping that would help. Nope.

"What's going on?" I spoke up, my voice the smallest of whispers, but still audible. That's what I was begging for; someone to hear me and help me out of this. If they couldn't do that, I prayed that they could at least get me a glass of water. I felt a soft hand grab my own and I opned my eyes once more to see Gemma's smiling face hovering over mine. She looked guilty, but what for? This wasn't her fault. It was mine... I think.