Antidote ;Sequel to Kryptonite;

Chapter Seventeen: Award Show? More Like Awkward Show

Knock knock. "Christina? Hello?" Knock knock knock. I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped it was all a dream. I was going to wake up and be back in Texas, snuggled with my favorite pillow. The knocking continued and I wanted to scream at the door. "You still sleeping?" Liam, you are an idiot sometimes. If I'm not answering then of course I am asleep. Or ignoring the world... but I was hoping he would believe the first.

I frowned as I gripped my pillow closer. My mind was racing with the past events. In just ten hours, I managed to screw everything up. I let my walls come down and I attacked Harry. With my face. My face on his face. Our faces were basically having babies. I tried to shove out the thoughts I had of how fantastic his lips felt against mine. Why did I do this? Why? I didn't want to go to some dumb award show today. I didn't want to have to face Harry. I didn't want to know how he was going to react to this.

"Chris?" Liam asked again. I rolled my eyes and decided to let the poor guy out of his misery. I coughed loudly, multiple times in a very melodramatic way. I promise you, I could have won an Oscar with this performance. The door knob slowly turned and I yelped out.

"No- it's okay Liam! I am very-" multiple coughs, "sick! I don't want you to catch it!"

"Do you need anything? It's already eleven and we are supposed to leave the for the award show at six and I know girls tend to take awhile and-"

"I don't think I can go!" I cut him off. "I am very sick! I am burning up! Practically dying in here!" I called. The only thing dying was my confidence. How was I supposed to see Harry after how I acted? I got sloppy last night and threw myself at him. Granted, he did kiss back, but I made the first move... I think. I groaned again at the thought and covered myself with the comforter. I wish I had a time machine. None of this would have happened. Liam said something but it was muffled under the comforter. Whatever he said, I honestly didn't care. I was trying to sort through my dilemma and this award show was the last thing I wanted to go to. One Direction does not need me to go. They can say I'm sick and no questions will be asked. Liam must have given up because the knocking stopped and I was left to wallow in silence.

An hour in silence had passed. Maybe they left but I wasn't about to get up and check. With my luck, I'll run right into Harry. I buried my face in the pillows and sighed. I got myself into this mess and somehow I am supposed to get myself out of it. For now, I decided to hide. Just me, peace, quiet and solitude. The boys would go off and I would be able to have the night all to myself. I spoke too soon because my door flew open. I sat up quickly and fake coughed my heart out. Two Oscars, at this point.

"Don't even try that with me," he scolded. I rolled my eyes and flopped back onto my pillow. "Now get up, because we don't have that much time, Chris. You wasted so much time with this act."

"But Louis-"

"No," he cut me off sternly. "I don't know what has happened but you need to get over it and hop in the shower. Come on! You didn't even embarrass yourself that bad last night. Just one or six too many drinks. You're fine- you didn't do anything stupid." He dragged me out of bed and pushed me towards the bathroom door. "If you don't hurry, I will go in there and hurry things along," he threatened. I frowned and shut the door behind me. I ran the shower as I looked at myself in the mirror. I can do this. I can face Harry and pretend nothing happened. Maybe he doesn't remember- he also had been drinking. I'll be fine. My mini pep talk did the trick and I brushed off all the worry to the back of my mind. I climbed in the shower and scrubbed away my troubles.

When I got out, I blow dried my hair and wrapped a towel around my body. I slowly opened the door back to my bedroom and to my surprise, Louis wasn't there. Instead, a dress bag laid on my bed with a two boxes. I slowly stepped towards it and saw that he had left a card.