Wonderwalls {HS}

VIII

"Fin, you weren't drunk last night. You were drugged."

"I was drugged? Yeah sure I was," I roll my eyes. "Hammered as fuck more like."

"No I'm being serious. Why the fuck would I joke about that?" I can see the concern in his eyes. He was being serious. I feel my stomach drop to my feet as I am overcome with panic.  I was drugged.

And I didn't remember a thing.

Oh god.

"Seriously?" I whisper, my eyes welling up with tears.

"Fin are you...?" 

"Oh my god I--" before I can finish I feel Harry's arms wrapped around me. Without thinking I wrap mine around his neck and bury my head into his shoulder. Hot tears flow down my face and into his grey sweatshirt, and I squeeze him tighter.

"I'm so scared Harry. Oh my god I'm so scared." I say in between sobs. I am. I'm truly terrified. I don't remember anything from last night. And that means anything could have happened...

"Shh it's okay. It's okay don't worry, nothing happened," he whispers and strokes my hair. I let go.

"Fuck, I'm a mess. God this is so embarrassing, sorry," I say, wiping a tear from my eye.

"No it's okay. Don't be sorry Fin, this isn't your fault," he pushes a strand of blonde hair away from my face, and tucks it behind my ear.

Where is this going?

His caring eyes stare into my teary own. They were so green. Like a beautiful emerald green that you could easily get lost in. I found myself staring at them. Harry runs a hand through his curly locks and lets out a laugh. I think he noticed...

"How about we talk about this over breakfast? On me," he suggests.

I look over at the metal bowl sat on the desk.  "What about your..." I point to whatever he had been whisking.

"Oh that? It's okay I'll save it for later. I think we should talk somewhere else besides my bed..."

"Good idea," I agree. I barely knew the guy. I really didn't think chatting over homemade pancakes and sitting in his bed would be the best option right now.

He helps me out of the bed.  "There's a bathroom down the hallway and to the left, if you want to I don't know, pee or something." I nod my head skeptically. He looks around before going to a large wooden drawer, opening one full of sweatshirts. Harry tosses a large crimson UC crewneck over to me.

"Here. You can wear this. You know so you're like comfy and stuff. You don't have to wear it I was just like an idea I guess--"

"It's great. Thank you, Harry," I said, my voice softening.

"I would totally give you my jeans but uh, I don't think they'd fit," he chuckles. I smile and he walks me to his bathroom.

Harry was right. I did need to pee. I guess a long night of partying does that to you. I button up my jeans and take off the top Sammi had let me borrow.

Oh my god Sammi.

I fumble around in panic looking for my phone in my pants pocket. It's not there.

Maybe I just left it in Harry's bed, I assure myself. Or at the party...

Whatever.

I slide the sweatshirt over my head and push the thought of my phone out of my mind. That was the least of my worries right now. I had just been drugged; that was the real thing to worry about here. I really hope Harry didn't have anything to do with it...

I push that thought out of my mind too. No. That was absurd. He literally took me in. I just needed answers at this point.

The sweatshirt is quite comfy actually, and it had a faint scent of Harry's cologne or detergent on it. Just the smell of it made me relax. It was lovely. He was lovely. And I was getting breakfast with him...

I frantically start searching his bathroom for some deodorant. Finally I find some Old Spice in the cabinet under his sink. I kind of felt bad for using it, but I feel like there would be much worse problems if I didn't wear it. I look in the mirror just to check if I had any makeup left over from last night. I did luckily, but it was in the form of eyeliner, which is why smeared in a small black ring around my eyes.

Not like it mattered.

I call it good and leave to go find Harry, who is sitting at the desk in his room, tapping a pencil.

"I take it you're ready?"

"Mhmmm. Ready for some answers," I say.

"Okay let me just grab my keys and we'll get out of here."

Harry grabs his keys off his dresser along with a snapback, which he flips onto his head, positioning it so that a few of his curls stick out.

"Okay. Let's get you some answers."

"Good idea. Answers and some coffee preferably."

"Hey Fin, are you really that hungry?" he asks.

"Uh... no actually. More like the opposite right now. I could just really use a pick me up about now."

"Great. I know a perfect place," he says. "You look nice by the way."

"You're too sweet," I blush. "Thanks for letting me crash here, I really appreciate it."

"My pleasure," he laughs. "It's not like you threw up or anything." I'm relieved. That would've been humiliating.

"You ready then?"

"Yes. Please let's go now," I beg. I have never needed caffeine more in my entire life. He reaches for my hand. "Uh.. slow down there, Harry."

"I was just trying to...adjust your sleeve." What the hell?

"Yeah sure you were." I follow him out the door.

A/N: Heyyyy guys. So yeah it's been like a long ass time since I updated, but life happened (aka fandom drama). Hope you enjoy this chapter, it's kinda boring lol. It will get better as soon as the story starts to unfold. ;)

~Kenn