Mutinous

Chapter 25

The sun shining through the curtains was what woke me up, and an instant panic consumed me. I knew I wasn't in my own bed, and my heartbeat started banging rapidly as I wondered whose arm was wrapped around me. Harry lied peacefully next to me, and a sigh of relief escaped my mouth, realising I was with him. However once I noticed how little clothes I was wearing, my panic was back and so was the abnormal speed of my pulse. Out of instinct, I quickly wrapped the duvet around me and got out of bed, fearing what happened last night. I wasn't feeling any different, apart from my headache, yet I was certain Harry and I had had sex without me even remembering. My head was hurting and spinning and I felt dizzy though I wasn't sure why.

The tears threatened to fall just as Harry lifted his head and took a confused look at me. "What's happening?" His voice was tired and hoarse, and he took a confused look around realising he was alone in the bed no longer covered by anything.

"Please tell me we didn't do it. Tell me-" I took a deep breath not wanting to cry again. "Tell me we didn't do anything."

He was quick to get off the bed and approached me. Sometimes I seriously wondered how he kept up with me. I was a nerve wreck; a drama queen, and I was certain I was constantly acting like a child.

"We didn't do it. We didn't do anything," he reached out for my hand and pulled me closer.

"Then why am I practically naked?"

"Because you wanted to be. I should probably have offered you a t-shirt or something, but I knew you were tired. Or you were until you practically attacked me."

"What?" My eyes widened and all colour seemed to leave my face.

"You wanted me to sleep with you."

His words took me by surprise, and I immediately let go of the duvet in shock as I covered my mouth. "But we didn't?" I mumbled.

"No, we didn't. I wouldn't do that to you," he told me sincerely while staring at my breasts. "However, that doesn't mean I didn't want to. Your body is so, so beautiful," he ran a hand down my arm, and I felt goosebumps arise on my skin instantly. I blushed, and Harry pressed his lips firmly against mine. "You feeling alright?"

I shook my head feeling terrible. My head was hurting and my body felt awfully tired.

"You shouldn't have been drinking so much," he lectured and found one of his t-shirts for me. "Put this on. You are making me hard."

My cheeks grew warmer, and I obliged.

"I'll make you breakfast. Hopefully you can eat something. But please go brush your teeth."

He smiled at me and disappeared out of the room. Had I really been drinking that much yesterday? How embarrassing. Especially since yesterday was the first time I met most of Harry's friends. I was so stupid. I went to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth just like Harry had told me to. I was a mess. A big one at that. My make-up was smeared out around my eyes, and my hair resembled a bird's nest, but I would have to take a shower later. I didn't want Harry to be by himself when he was so kindly making me breakfast. Quickly, I found my toiletries and cleaned my face, before I placed my hair in a ponytail and walked downstairs.

My head felt heavy, and I swore to myself never to drink again. The smell of eggs was supposed to make me happy, yet it only made me want to throw up again.

"Here," Harry walked over to me handing me a glass of water along with two aspirins.

"Thanks," I said swallowing both pills and the water.

"How much did I drink?" I sat down by the kitchen bench, and Harry shrugged.

"I don't know. A lot. You had multiple drinks along with some tequila shots."