A Beautiful Affair (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 16

Chapter 16:

Juliet’s POV

It’s like my body reacted before my brain could think it through and I jumped up from the bed yanking the duvet from under Harry’s body, making him fall to the floor. I quickly wrapped the blanket around my body and heard Harry groan loudly.

“Wha…” he mumbled quietly before I saw his body shoot up from the floor to a standing position. His eyes looked me up and down before they moved towards his body and they widened and his pupils dilated. “How?! What?” he shouted pointing to me then him.

“How the hell am I supposed to know!” I shouted, panicked.

“What happened last night?” he shouted, running his fingers through his hair.

“I…I don’t remember anything,” I said, now pacing back and forth. “All I remember was you taking me to the Eiffel Tower. He stared at me for a few seconds, the wheels in his brain were turning.

“Me too…” he said slowly. “You don’t think…?” he said pointing to me than back at him.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, finally thinking things through. “I, I-I…oh my god,” I said shaking my head back and forth, then squeezing my eyes shut, hoping it was a dream.

I backed up against the wall and slid down laying my head in my hands, the blanket still fully wrapped around me. I had sex with my engaged, teacher. And I can’t even remember.

Harry kept pacing back and forth in front of me, running his fingers through his hair frequently. I was still sat against the wall, staring helplessly at Harry. My mind racing and my head was pounding. Why does my head hurt so bad?

“God my head hurts,” Harry said, now yanking at his curls. His head hurts too?

“Well, maybe it was… just really… hot lost night and uhm…we stripped.” I said trying to find an excuse.

“No Juliet,” Harry snapped. “Obviously we fucked.”

I was a bit taken aback by his words, but he just mumbled an apology. “Maybe we uhm…” I was completely lost for words.  I..I don’t know what to do.

He sighed and walked towards the bathroom. “Juliet,” he called.

“Yes,” I sighed.

“Come here,” he said, kind of urgently.

I got up and tightened the grip on the blanket around me, then walked into the bathroom. A wine bottle was pushed towards my face.

“What’s this?” Harry questioned.

I ignored him and looked at the full bathtub, bubbled and everything. Beside it were a wine glass and a bottle of empty vodka. I walked towards the bathtub and dipped my hand into it.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked.

“It’s cold.” I said.

“And…” he raised his eyebrows.

“I think…” I sighed and sat on the toilet seat, “something must have happened with that bathtub and that alcohol.”

Harry lifted himself up onto the sink counter and rested his elbows if his now clothed legs. “We were drunk,” he stated, “we must have been drunk.”

I nodded my head, “must have cause I would have never done that otherwise.”

Harry’s head shot towards me and our eyes met. “What are you saying?”

My eyes widened slightly. “Just… just that your engaged and…my te-eacher and..and uhm… I'm innocent and stuff..and I’m not saying you’re not attractive, it’s just that uhm I’m not like that,” my words rushed out of my mouth and I blushed.