Complicated // h.s.

four

btw there's mature content in this chapter so enjoy

*Harry's POV*

I woke up with a consistent headache. I groaned as I sat up from the bed and dragged my feet into the dining room where Sawyer was already at eating her food. I rolled my eyes and mentally began to prepare myself for her being a bitch. As I came closer to her, she turned her head towards me and watched me sit down and then began to eat again.

"Well, you look like shit." She murmured to me after a few moments of silent.

I stayed silent. I wasn't in the mood to talk to Sawyer. My head was pounding and hearing her voice wasn't making the situation any better.

"Here, take this. It should help your hangover." She told me as she poured some type of brownish powder into my orange juice.

I chuckled, amused.

"How do I know that you aren't trying to poison me?" I asked her still amused.

She rolled her eyes. "It's a remedy for hangovers. It's all natural. If I wanted to kill you, I would do a lot better than poison you, Styles." I looked at her and then sipped on the juice.

She gave herself a smug grin and started to eat her food once again. The only sound being the forks hitting the plates. I looked up at Sawyer who looked completely normal and as if she never got wasted. She was in workout clothes with her long, wavy hair in a ponytail. I mean, she was glowing, even.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to stare?" she asked me without looking up from her plate.

I chuckled. She was quite amusing today.

"You look good. I'm just surprised." I shrugged being honest with her.

"There isn't much to be surprised about. I'm always flawless." She was always quick on her toes. I haven't even known her for a week and she already caught my attention. This normally never happened to me. I don't just admire girls as soon as I met them.

"I like you better in black though." That's when she chuckled and I soon laughed along with her.

She finished her food before me and got up from the table leaving her plate there.

"Meet me in your room after you're done playing with your food." She mumbled before she left the dining room.

I didn't get a chance to respond. I wasn't even hungry. I nibbled on my bacon, a little of my eggs, before I chugged the orange juice with Sawyer's remedy and then left the table. I jogged up the stairs and to my room and saw her lying across it with her phone in hand.

"I'm totally okay with you lying on my bed." I chuckled sarcastically.

She glanced up at me with a glare and then continued to type something onto her phone. I sat on the edge of my bed right next to her stretched out body. I heard her phone hit the bed and then I felt the bed shift. I turned over to her to see that she was right behind me on her knees. She caught me off guard when she began to massage my shoulders. The feeling was fantastic but I grabbed her wrist and dragged her body off of my bed so that she could stand up in front of me. Her mouth was agape and her eyes reflected ones of pure anger. I laughed at her facial expression and she just rolled her eyes.

"What do you want, Sawyer?" I asked her.

"I have a proposition. Nothing serious... just some... fun, I guess." Sawyer shrugged my hold still on her wrist. "Would you let me go, you dick."

She ended up pulling out of my grip and massaging her wrist that I grabbed ahold of not minutes before.

"What is it?" I grumbled still not in the mood to talk to her.