Drunk on Fame (1D fanfic)

9 - Harry

~~~ Harry ~~~

I felt the pillow vibrate with my own laughter. 

I was reliving the experience I had had with that chubby girl the last night... What a joke! She had taken it seriously enough though, considering she was drunk, and I guess she thought we would be getting a room after her 'seductive' dancing. She's started to put me off dating girls from the club, as most of them are sluts anyway.

I rolled over, hitting something soft, which blocked me from laying on my back. My eyes were still closed, and I couldn't be bothered to open them, so I tried to roll again. This time I felt myself press into something warm, which sharply kicked me in the groin.

"Fuck!" I squealed, in a high pitched voice, that I only ever used when I was in serious pain. Just like now.

What the hell was that anyway? Prying my eyes open, and trying very hard to ignore the aching in my privates, I cast my gaze over to the squishy, vicious thing.

Oh no. 

Oh fuck no. 

Oh fucking, fucking, no. 

Shit.

Greasy blonde hair littered the pillow next to me, and black eye make-up smudges were clear on the white sheets, and... And on my bare stomach.

What the hell had happened?  

I tried to sit up, causing the bed to creak and the lump to groan in an unattractive way. I wrinkled my nose at the noise, and at the smell which was released from the groaners mouth. Urgh, did people seriously not even bother to have a breath freshener or something in their bag?

I shook my head, curls flopping all over my forehead and I rubbed my eyes hard. Or at least I tried too...  

My arm felt like it had been yanked from its sockets as I realised that my right hand was trapped underneath the pile of... Fat.  

Oh fab. The sensation of something being pulled form underneath her had decided to wake the bitch up. She looked over at me, smiling, and letting drool run down her cheek. Talk about hung over... Her eyes were red and puffy and her skin was a sallow colour. I really hoped that this wasn't what I looked like too...

I sat up, properly this time, and swung my legs out of the warm bed, turning to look one last time at the girl, before heading over to put on my dressing gown.

"What?" I demanded, annoyed at her stupid stare, a big grin plastered on her chubby face.

She began to giggle, her cheeks and forehead turning pink as she clapped a hand to her mouth. She was still staring, but not at my face. 

I looked down and saw it. 

Fuck. 

Harry Styles Junior was out, in full view of anyone who looked in the window and of her. She looked like a tomato now, lying, shrieking in my bed. It wasn't that bad was it?

My hands flew to my privates before I grabbed my dressing gown, and quickly exited the room. I heard her cough out a strangled laugh, and I became aware to the fact that I had flashed her my arse in the process of leaving. 

Well, she'd had enough excitement for one morning.

Jam slopped onto the plate, as it fell lazily from my mouth. This-morning I had decided I needed a sugar rush, to help with manouvering the girl from my house. Wow, I never thought I'd have to force a lady out of my home, usually it was either her leaving or her... not leaving. Normally I was okay with girls staying though. Then again, they were usually hot. I honestly have nothing against a bit of fat here and there, and some imperfections, because we're only human, but this girl was on a different scale. Her fat literally rolled off her back and stomach, and it puffed up her cheeks, obscuring some of her vision, probably. I must have been so drunk. Correction, I must have been literally blinded and unconcious.