Hurt

Chapter 4

I open my eyes slowly, blinking a few times to clear my vision. I look sideways. The simple movement brings a giant panging pain that goes shooting through my head. I suck in a breath, and my stomach lurches. I roll over and vomit over the side of my bed. I feel movement beside me and I turn to look.

It's definately human. In my bed. My bed. But who was it?

I groan and put a hand to my forehead and flop against the pillows.

I hear someone moan beside me. Definately a girl. Why is a girl in my bed.

I feel something touch me.

Why was a girl NAKED in my bed?

I yank the blankets back and see some tiny blonde, with a fake tan. Her makeup is a mess all over her face and her clothes are on the floor.

I'm hungover, I begin to realize what I did. I begin to feel sick to my stomach, but not vomiting sick.

Nevermind.

This time I make it to the bathroom before the alcohal burns its way back up my throat.

I feel tears come to my eyes as I empty my stomach into the toilet. I grab my phone off the counter and call Niall.

He picks up after the first ring even finishes.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TEXT ME BACK YOU IDIOT I'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK," he thunders over the phone.

"Niall," I croak. I sound horrible.

"Mate, what happened?!" All of Niall's anger dissapated in seconds and he instantly turns into my big brother.

"I, I did something bad..." I get cut off as more vomit appears.

"I'll be over in 5," Niall says and he's gone.

I drop my phone on the floor and lean my head on the cold side of the toilet. It feels nice against my throbbing head.

I can here my front door being opened, and someone pounding up the stairs, and I can hear my bedroom door flung open. Niall's voice seems overly loud as he yells incoherently at the girl in my bed. A few minutes later I hear my door slam and I wince. Then, the bathroom door is opened quietly and Niall crouches down beside me.

"Ah man, what'd you do this for," he says looking at me with pity written across his face. Pity and brotherly love.

Tears overflow from my eyelids but I don't make a noise.

I turn my head and vomit again, and Niall rubs my back and makes comforting noises.

"She, she'll never want a guy like me," I say gulping for air.

"Harry. Any girl would be LUCKY to have a guy like you," he says softly.

"As long as they're ok with me getting drunk all the time and needing a different girl every night to keep me from being insecure," I say bitterly.

"Then CHANGE that!!" Niall exclaims almost angrily.

"You don't need to feel this way when you find someone you care for!" Niall says looking into my eyes.

I nod weakly and the contents of my stomach spill over again.

When I'm finished Niall wets a clothe with cool water and places it on the back of my neck. He goes out of the room for a few minutes and then comes back and leads me to my bed. He's changed the sheets and made me some ginger and lemon tea. He helps me into the bed, and tucks the cool sheets around me. Then he make sure that the room is completely dark, and he pulls up a chair and sits with me until I fall asleep.