When Love Reaches...(One Direction Fanfiction)

Drunk.

----Fiona's P.O.V.----

I felt the sweat on my forehead, creating a tiny pool. My head woke up with a pang of hurt, a raging headache already in place. My arm ached as I smacked the top of my head, trying to eliminate the horrible pain. I touched my tongue to the top of my mouth, feeling the dry surface. I tried to swallow, but everything was so dry and painful. I opened my eyes, already feeling the ache in them. My hair was all balled up, tangles in all directions. I was covered in what seemed to be a comforter, tucked into my sides.

"Goodmorning beautiful," Harry groaned next to me.

I sat up, in shock. My heart dropped to my stomach, falling into a pit of confusion. Everything was confusing me, the headache getting worse and worse. I felt my lungs stop working, trying to comprehend what happened the night before.

But I couldn't remember, anything. I remembered dancing...and the drinking...and Zayn passed out...

Nothing else.

I moaned quietly as the headache seemed to feel like a hammer slamming into my head.

"Awh, must be your first hangover..." Harry chuckled in his deep, scratchy morning voice.

I let out a little laugh, replying, "I guess so...Well it sucks worse than I thought!"

Harry's arm slid around my waist, pulling me into him. I would object, but I couldn't move without feeling the pain in my joints. Wow, I felt old.

He planted small kisses on my neck, making me giggle. Then my head hit another hard surface.

"Oww!" I yelped, holding my head in my hands. I felt the painful throb in my brain.

Harry suddenly looked concerned, kissing the top of my head. "Here, I'll get you some ice and pain killers!"

I heard him walking back, his steps quick, as if he was running. He jumped back into bed, dropping the pill into my open hand and handing me a water bottle.

I took it down quickly, wanting to be out of the horrible pain. I felt the drippy ice pack Harry made on top of my messy hair.

"Don't worry, you just need to rest," Harry whispered.

Then, I actually started to fight back. "Harry, what happened last night?"

He laughed and replied, "Well you took your shirt off and I just went along with it. You and I were both...pretty drunk!"

"Harry! Did we do...that stuff?" I asked awkwardly, trying to find out if we went too far.

He laughed for awhile and finally answered, "No! I just took my shirt off, you were taking yours off, so I just enjoyed your top half," Harry winked at me. I rolled my eyes, discovering a new pain.

Then I realized I had one of Harry's shirts on. It was floppy and out stretched.

"Harry, what about Zayn?" I asked, raising my eyebrows to show how serious I was. Or atleast trying to be...

The green eyes were flashed with some sort of hurt. He stuttered and asked, "Why does it matter?"

"Well, he's kind of the guy I'm dating...and-" I started, but Harry cut me off.

"Fine, go with Zayn! He's going to use you and hurt you, have fun!" He raised his voice, getting out of bed.

"Harry-"

"Fiona, I've fancied you this entire time! You're just so..ugh! I can't just get over you," He paused, "it's different than anyone that I've ever gone out with."

I stayed silent, looking at Harry's, now calm, eyes. The green was washed with what looked like blue. I caught myself smiling a little.

Because maybe I did feel something for Harry...maybe we were going to date eachother.

Then Zayn walked in.