Sweetened || HS AU (COMPLETED)

• forty-nine •

filler chapters are always fun! :)
so close to the end guys!

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| Jailen |

I frowned as Harry finished, his grunts filling my ears as my mouth watered. My tongue tingled as I tried to swallow it back down. My stomach rumbled and I screwed my eyes shut.

"Harry-" I clamped my lips shut, the feeling rising in my throat. I gagged and without warning, I pushed Harry off of me and flew off of the bed, his cum sliding down my inner thighs. I practically floated to the bathroom, ignoring Harry's concerned calls to me as I fell to my knees in front of the toilet.

I could still taste the tequila from Harry's birthday party as I gagged and puked up everything I'd eaten in the past two days.

"Jailen, what the hell?" Harry's worried voice entered the bathroom and I felt him tuck my hair behind my ear.

"I drank too much on your birthday," I mumbled, reaching up to flush the toilet.

I've been nothing short of sick for the past two days. I've lost count of how many times I've puked, which made me extremely dehydrated. Which eventually led to me having the worst fucking migraine known to mankind.

The morning after Harry's party was when it started. I woke up at 6 in the morning to nearly throwing up all over myself, Harry, and Zayn's furniture. But I made it to the bathroom in time, despite the pain that was practically killing me with every step. We ended up coming back to my apartment and considering the state of my body, Harry took it upon himself to get Hayden from the babysitter, ensuring me he'd only stay until I was feeling better.

I started to feel better last night, or so I thought. But, Harry was adamant about staying another night to make sure I was actually okay. After dropping Hayden off at school, he came back to check on me. One thing led to another and that's how I ended up under him at 9 in the goddamn morning. Not that I was complaining; it was good until it wasn't.

I turned to look at Harry, pursing my lips at how deep his frown was etched into his face, "I'm fine, it's just alcohol poisoning."

He didn't say anything as I stood to my feet and walked over to the sink. I turned on the water and grabbed my toothbrush, prepping it with toothpaste and wetting it again. In the mirror, I could see Harry stand up straight. I watched as he made his way to stand behind me. His face held a solemn expression and I narrowed my eyes at him as I began brushing my teeth.

I could tell that he was thinking about something. The way he chewed on the inside of his cheek was a dead giveaway. So, I spat, locking eyes with him through the mirror, "You wanna tell me what's on your mind?"

He stared at me, "Did you even drink that much?"

I tilted my head, "I drank more than I usually do."

"But not enough to have fucking alcohol poisoning," He chuckled, but I couldn't sense the humor in his laughter.

I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face before I turned to face him. He looked down at me as I put my hands on my hips, "I was drinking it straight, no chaser, Harry. I knew I was going to get sick from it, it's fine."

I walked out of the bathroom but he was hot on my trail and I knew that this conversation wasn't over.

"You've been sick for two days, though," He commented, stopping in the middle of the room.

I shrugged as I rummaged through my drawers to find something to slip on, "It happens. How long do you think a cold is supposed to last?"

"Jailen-"