Amatory [h.s.]

13

Harry's POV

I stare at the last sent text on my phone.

Come up to my room.

Flashes of last night play in my head like a bad dream.

I remember Sydney coming into the bathroom and then it all goes blank. I must've drank a lot cause not only is my memory clouded but my head is also pounding.

Standing up I have to stop and steady myself before taking another step. I haven't had a hangover for years. Thought I'd built up a sort of tolerance or something but clearly not.

What happened last night?

Slowly, I walk over to the bathroom. When the light turns on my gaze fixates on the floor and I remember a little more.

"What can I do to help, Harry?"

I wince as I hear her soft voice in my head.

Why did I text her and not Louis or Zayn? Or Liam for god's sake. Anyone but her. What was I thinking?

I don't even remember her leaving. Or know if she made it home safe.

"Fuck," I somewhat shout, slamming my fists against the granite countertop next to the sink.

My eyes fall back to the floor and linger on the torn papers beside my feet. Without really looking at their contents, I pick them up and shove them in the nearest drawer. Then I focus back on my messages.

Her last text said she was with a friend so she probably left with them. I could check with Niall, he should know.

With that in mind, I leave my room and head for his. It's still early and he's most likely not up yet but that is the least of my worries right now. When I arrive at his door I skip knocking and go right inside instead.

"Niall, wake up."

He grunts.

"Niall, come on man. Wake up."

"Syd?" He rasps.

"Syd?" I repeat, raising my voice in confusion.

With a click, the lamp sitting on his nightstand is turned on and we are facing each other.

"What the hell, Harry?" Niall groans, wiping his eyes as he begins waking up. "What gives?"

"Why would you think I was Sydney?" I question, furrowing my brows a bit.

"Can't I get a second to wake up? Damn."

"No. Answer the question."

"I thought you might be Syd because she slept here last night."

"Sydney slept with you?" I question lowly and take a step back, putting some distance between the two of us.

"Fuck no. She took the couch next door. You know, the one in the room we don't ever use," He sits up while explaining.

I feel a sense of relief wash over me and that's when I realize I'd been clenching my fists. Why did that make me so angry?

"Are you okay and all? We didn't really get to talk after everything yesterday. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I quickly answer before changing the subject. "Sydney's in the next room, you said?"

"Yeah, that's what I said," He retorts.

I leave Niall's room without another word. I need to talk to Sydney as soon as possible about what happened last night. Knowing she's already here eases my mind a little. But why would she spend the night in the first place?

The door is cracked, not shut when I quietly knock so it slowly opens on its own.

Standing firmly in the doorway, I see that she's still asleep. I think about waking her but decide against it.

"Good, you're up," Zayn unexpectedly appears at my side. I quickly shut the door so she doesn't hear. "We need to talk."

"Well not here," I began walking back toward my bedroom. He follows.

"What the hell is that girl doing up here?" He seems upset.

"I don't know exactly. Niall would be the one to have the answer to that question," I fire back, annoyance in my tone at his temperament.

"Might as well get him in here too then," He says as he leaves the room. Returning a moment later with Niall.

"Why did Sydney sleep here last night?" I ask, sitting down on the foot of my bed.

"She didn't feel like waiting on a ride I think. She stayed until closing and helped me clean up the bar so I told her she could crash up here," He replies nonchalantly.

"Well, there you have it. She was tired so she slept here. Is that the end of it?" I turn toward Zayn.

"I just don't think we should have people so close," He retorts with a sense of seriousness. "What if she'd wandered into some of the other rooms?"

I rub my forehead as my head pounds. I get up and walk over to my nightstand, pulling the little drawer on it so it slides open. My eyes land on the empty prescription bottles and I remember a little bit more from last night.

She flushed all the pills. Because I couldn't.

I shove the drawer shut and turn back around to Niall and Zayn.

"I get where you're coming from, Zayn, but she didn't and I doubt her spending the night up here is gonna become a recurring thing. So let's just focus on our schedule and get our shit done. I'll take care of her," They both nod in agreement, and I continue. "Ni, can you go get Louis and Liam and bring them back here. I'm calling a meeting."

Sydney's POV

About twenty minutes ago, I woke up.

I've spent those twenty minutes mostly pacing around the room. My phone is dead so I have no idea what time it is and if everyone else is awake or not.

Just as I'm sitting back down I hear what sounds like talking out in the hall. Since I left the door cracked last night, the conversation isn't muffled at all.

"Let's just pretend like it didn't happen, okay?" I hear Harry say, discomfort in his voice.

"If that's what you want, that's what we'll do," Niall responds.

Are they talking about last night? I didn't think he wanted anyone else to know. Niall least of all.

"You think she's awake yet?" Niall questions.

"Doubt it. I'm gonna wake her in a second. See if she wants to go get some breakfast or something. She can't be here when Theo shows up," Harry says, and I quickly lay over and pretend like I'm still sleeping before he comes in.

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