The Promise {Book 1: Harry Styles}

Chapter 29: Hangover and Packing

I will now update on Monday and Wednesday and if I'm in a good mood, I might update an extra.

By the way, this is just a filler chapter!

There might be a lot of mistakes in here, sorry!

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FLOR'S POV

I woke up the next day feeling like a hundreds of bricks hit me on my entire body. And as I sat up on my bed, my head was feeling sore. I promise myself to not drink too much alcohol, it’ll make you feel like hell, like you’re on drugs or something –not that I tried doing drugs- but you get what I meant. I hate hangovers.

I slowly stood up, massaging my head in the process as I went to the bathroom to look myself in the mirror.

“AHHHHH!” I shouted as I saw the reflection in front of me. My face is hideous, like a dozen of truck made its way on face and made it look like this, and then my hair. My oh so beautiful curls, they look like bird’s nest! Hideous is an understatement, I look like a freaking zombie.

I heard footsteps coming towards my room then to my bathroom.

“Where’s the killer!?” Harry asks as I look at the thing he thinks it’ll save me from the killer he was talking about.

“A spatula? Seriously, Harry? You’re good than this.” I said as I laugh at him, I examine his face and he was covered with flour and somewhat of a pancake batter.

“Hey! That’s the thing that I got closest to me. You should thank me I came here.” He pouted like a child as he glared at me.

“Okay, okay.” I said as I tried to calm myself. I take a deep breath and look at him.

“But seriously, you should look at yourself in the mirror.” I said as I kept myself on laughing. And that only leads me on snorting.

He slowly went inside the bathroom and examines his face on the mirror.

“Oh my god!” Harry shouted as he saw his face.

“I told you s---” I said but then cut off by Harry.

“That guy on the mirror is handsome and sexy!” Of course, Harry being Harry. I wouldn’t even guess.

“Whatever.” I snorted and rolled my eyes.

“You should stop doing that rolling of your eyes, it might stuck and then you’ll look like this.” He said as he rolled his eyes then the white part of his eyes were showing. It was scary to describe.

“Fine.” I said as I rolled my eyes again and went out of the bathroom Harry following me behind.

“You’re doing it again.” He said as we made ourselves downstairs.

“It smells good in here. Whatcha cookin?” I ask as I got myself near on the kitchen. I went to the fridge and get the carton of orange juice as I poured it on my glass and drank the half of it.

“Blueberry pancake and bacon!” He said as he went straight to what he’s cooking and continue on that.

“My favorite!” I told him as I watch him cook.

“I know! By the way, how’s your sleep?” He asks me as he flips another pancake and places it on the plate I gave him.

I went on one of the stools and sat as I drink my orange juice.