Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Harry Styles

Soft. Comfort. I feel like I'm in heaven.

A flash of pink seams my eyes.

Okay maybe fucking not. Groggy. Sweaty. I need a show...

I can barely open my eyes from the intensely bright light I can feel shining on them, where the fuck am I? I can't remember getting home...

I move my hand around feeling soft sheets before yanking a duvet to cover my eyes. I peel an eye open letting the morning drain in. It's pounding, the world around me is spinning. The best way to describe it is being on one of those spinning roundabouts at the playground, except you laying in a cloud of heavenly soft bedding.

I'd expect drunk me to most probably be in some girl's apartment but to my happiness, I cannot do that. I'm not entirely sure why I'm caring so much about my and Iris's fake relationship but I know better than to fuck this up for both of us. I mean I think anyways...

I furrow my brows before yanking the cover off of me quickly and sitting up,

Phew. A ginger cat.

I'm thanking the Lord for this one, a point to Harry. For not screwing up his own life. Ding.

My hand gravitates to my head rubbing at the familiar ache between my brows and temples, I shut my eyes for a second letting my brain start to fully function though I wouldn't be surprised if it didn't until five working days.

I'm not even sure what happened last night... The last thing I remember is, well that lovely little scene in the stall, of course, that just had to pop into my mind didn't it. I remember not being able to get her at that moment out of my head for the rest of the night.

Uh- more drinking, I'm pretty sure no drugs were involved? Okay, that must be a lie, alcohol does not make me this hungover this is like a coma scale.

I look to my right seeing Iris's clock, 11:30 am, shit's coma scale... I was meant to leave this morning for the last leg of the tour except all I want to do right now is stay here and be in my little cocoon. Yep, sounds like a good plan.

I fall back into the bed, curling myself up into the sheets. Iris must've slept somewhere else, or made some weird breakfast shit seeing as she's not with me right now. To my...

Okayyyy.

Oh. Shit. Dylan and Niall.

That's why I got so hammered. I'm getting a beating by Niall later if he hasn't sent a thousand missed calls yet. Quite frankly I don't want to look at my phone at this moment.

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LAST NIGHT

"What the actual fuck?" I push open the stall door, I cover my eyes before I can see anymore that I fucking already.

"Stick your cock away before I chop that fucking thing off." I seethe leaning against the stall.

"Jesus Christ mate, it's not even out yet" I take my hands off my eyes seeing both Dylan and Niall very closely together in this cramped stall. It makes me grind my jaw.

"Yet?!!" My eyes widen at him, flickering briefly to Dylan.

"Harry, calm down" I feel Iris' hand on my arm which I let stay there for a moment but I shrug off.

"That's like your... fucking my fucking sister mate!!" I most probably look like a mad man right now, I know I don't have any say in what Dylan does but Niall?