Harry.
"I think you killed me."
Stella's voice sounded rough as I still had my eyes closed. My nose was pressed to her shoulder from behind as I had my entire face smooched against her bare skin. I didn't want to open my eyes yet.
"Hm?" I managed to croak out, using way too much energy just for that.
"I think you killed me." She repeated just as raspily. I managed to let out a chuckle, "You said it was the best sex of your life."
Her legs shifted slightly underneath the sheet, "Are they moving? I can't feel it." She exaggerated and my body shook in a soft chuckle as I brushed my nose over her spine, not changing my position. We were naked in bed, and I had no idea what time it was.
Or what day it was.
Or where we were.
All I knew was that I did not want to open my eyes and stare into the light that would give me a pounding headache immediately. I wanted to stay here with my body pressed to Stella's warmth, inhaling her scent and hearing her soft breaths. I wanted to feel her fingers toying with mine, her foot rubbing up and down my calf and the way her muscles would twitch in a shallow sleep.
She groaned though, stirring slightly which made me hold her tighter, mumbling something under my breath in protest.
"I've literally never had a hangover this bad, holy fuck." Stella complained softly and I groaned again, shushing her gently, "Shh, not talking, 's too loud." I murmured into her back as I tried to stay in our little bubble. I wasn't sure how long I had been awake for. Maybe hours, I couldn't really remember. Maybe I was still a little bit high.
"One of us should get up and get painkillers and water."
Stella's suggestion didn't sound half bad and I sighed out, "One of us..."
"Yes." She cleared her throat, "And I think it should be you."
I frowned and scoffed, eyes still closed, "Why?"
"Because you fucked my ass."
My lips curled up in a smile and I snickered softly, "Fair point."
"And I literally can't walk." She added, "Like... no joke. I don't think I can hold up my weight today."
"Hmm." I hummed sleepily, "Fine, give me a minute." My voice was a slur as I fought an upcoming yawn, eventually letting it out against Stella's naked back. My breath perspired on her skin and I lazily pressed a kiss there, eyes still closed. We fell in silence for a few minutes again until I forced myself to wake up. I knew if I didn't do it now, I'd fall asleep again and we'd be stuck here.
I did the mental countdown before softly blinking my eyes open, wincing instantly as the shitty curtains of the van didn't stop the harsh daylight. Stella's body trembled in a giggle, "Opened your eyes, did you?"
"Yeah." I groaned, "Fuck, this was a mistake."
"C'mon, you've got this." She tiredly mumbled and I rolled my eyes but bit my tongue. She was right, I was the one who fucked all the feeling out of her legs and I was the one with a higher tolerance for drugs. Besides the obvious weight and height difference, I was more experienced with it. I saw it last time too, when she took that pill of ecstasy. It hit her for way longer than it did me.
I tried to forget that night with all my might, though. I forced her into drugs to try and forget about the constant battle that I was going through. It was incredibly selfish of me and I shot into defence mode when she asked me about it the next day. I was so confused that night that I hardly enjoyed celebrating the New Year. My guilt was eating me up way too much.
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red herring [h.s.]
Fanfiction[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT / 18+] Red Herring (noun): a clue or piece of information which is or is intended to be misleading or distracting. "She's so damn naïve." Harry sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I maybe even feel a little bad...