"Cherry flavored conversations with you
Got me hanging on"
-🍒
Lorelei Cupid is an aspiring cosmetologist who has a slight cherry obsession. She is dealing with a terrible ex-best friend and possible financial problems. She encounters Harry, a new s...
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Hangovers were the work of the devil.
At least, that was what Lorelei thought as she groggily dragged herself out of bed the next day. After the show last night, she had followed the boys to a party, and needless to say, it was a long night.
She suddenly noticed she was wearing only her tank top and panties. She scanned the room and found her skirt lying haphazardly by the door, groaning when she came up blank on how it got there.
Next to her, Harry was sleeping soundly. His lips parted as soft snores escaped his mouth. His nose twitched as his eyelashes fluttered against his cheek. She smiled at the sight — ignoring the grimace that came along with it due to her pounding headache — unable to stop herself from running her fingers through his curls.
He shuffled around for a moment before his eyes fluttered and a groan escaped his throat. He opened one eye, a grin spreading across his lips. "Good morning, baby," He said, his accent was thick and syrupy, and she felt her face light up.
"Morning," She replied, a sheepish grin forming on her face, "Sorry for waking you."
"It's fine," He shrugged, "Now come over here, I wanna cuddle." He made grabby hands at her. She rolled her eyes but slid back into his embrace, sighing softly at the warmth.
He kissed the top of her head, chuckling when she made a soft hum and nestled further into him. His fingers slowly drummed against her thigh, lulling her back to sleep and decreasing her headache. Lorelei smiled against his chest before closing her eyes.
Suddenly, a loud burst from the door startled them awake. They both jerked up, assessing the room for any danger before their eyes settled on Niall. He was speaking fast and extremely loud, and as one could imagine, this did wonders for her headache — note the sarcasm.
"What do you want Niall?" Harry asked, speaking the question that was on both their minds.
"Were you not listening to what I just said?" The blonde groaned.
"No," They replied simultaneously.
"That's creepy," Niall said, faking a shudder, "Don't do it again."
The couple shared a smirk, obviously planning to do it again if it elicited such a response from Niall.
"Anyways, as I was saying, we're practicing soon. So, get your asses off that bed and stop fucking!" He sped out of the room before the sentence was over, so as not to face the wrath of the couple.
They rolled their eyes, getting out of bed. Lorelei groaned, soon remembering her headache. Harry laughed as soon as he realized her predicament. She scowled at him before speaking, "How come you don't feel like there's an earthquake in your head?"
"Because, unfortunately, I was the sober one yesterday, remember that?" He said, but despite his words, he did not look sorry at all, "You guys were all making fun of me for not drinking, and look where that got you."
