Eighteen | H.S. |

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Sarah POV

"Ugh." I groan as I wake up. I have a killer headache. I was waken up to a pounding at the door. I try to stand up but I realize I'm not alone in this bed. Harry's arms are tied around my waist. I look at what I'm wearing and at what he's wearing. Did we hook up?

I pry his arms off causing him to stir. I feel a nasty taste coming up my throat. I hop on one foot, since I don't have my crutches for some reason. I lean over the toilet and vomit comes out of my mouth. I hold my hair back, which is straight. What the hell did I do yesterday? I wipe my mouth and swish some mouth wash to get rid of the nasty taste.

"Good morning." I hear a raspy voice say from behind me. I jump causing him to laugh. "It's just me."

"Did we..you know..have sex last night?" I ask kind of scared. I didn't want to do anything last night I might regret.

"I don't think so." He scratches his head and a grin tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"What?"

"I think we locked Zayn's and Perrie out." He starts to laugh causing me to laugh too. When did we do that?

"We should check." I say and he nods. He opens his bedroom door and let's me through. I hobble down the hallway to the door. I look out the peep hole and a light laugh escapes my lips. I see a very angry Zayn and Perrie accompanying him.

"Harry open the fucking door!" He pounds his fist against the wood.

"You should look." I laugh and the corners of Harry's mouth lift. He takes long strides until he's right next to me. He looks out, and burst into laughter causing me to laugh too.

"I know your in there Harry! I'm not a fucking idiot I can hear you laughing!" I hear Zayn's voice full of anger. I wipe my eyes and Harry un-latched the door. Then he unlocked it.

"Harry! I'm going to kill you!" Zayn stomped in with Perrie behind him. "We have been waiting outside all night. And then you left the club drunk with someo- Sarah?"

They're all looking at me. I realize I only have Harry's shirt on, which reaches my mid thigh. I feel the blood rush to my face and heat up. "Hi." It comes out of more a squeak than a my normal voice.

"Did you two.." Perrie starts then hesitates. "Did you two hook up?"

"No." Harry and I say in unison. I know why they think we did because Harry is only in his boxers and I'm in his shirt.

"Your sure? I mean you were both very drunk." Perrie said and I try to remember all the things I did last night.

"Nope. We didn't." I said as I stand awkwardly.

"What ever you say." Perrie mumbled obviously not believing us. She and Zayn go into his room and I hear Harry sigh in relief.

"Do you want to breakfast?" Harry ask as he walks into the kitchen.

"Um...sure." I say as he pulls out a box of cereal.

"Do need help?" He ask, noticing I'm struggling without my crutches. I nod and he walks over to me. His arm wraps around my waist and I put one arm around his torso and the other rest on his chest. He looks down at me, almost a look to see if I'm okay with this.

He helped balance me to the kitchen. Then he sat me down on a chair. I mumbled a 'thanks.' He set a bowl in front and I started to shove the cereal in my mouth. I'm starving.

"So.." He starts but stops.

"Do you know where my crutches are at?" I ask. He shrugs and I sigh.