Boundless (Harry Styles)

Chapter 19

Claire’s POV

Ugh. What did I do? My head is pounding like crazy and I’m about to die. What a serious headache. What did I do last night that made me like this? I hate this. I can’t bear open my eyes now, just the thought hurts my brain bad, but I need to, I don’t know what happened last night and I might be sleeping on the street right now.

Thank God I’m on a bed. The question is, whose bed? Because this is clearly not mine, and it feels a bit bigger. Like some weight pulling me down on the inside, it’s also happening on the outside, I can’t stand up. There was an arm around me, locking me in. I turn to face Harry. Harry. I don’t try to avoid this because this feels good yet my head hurts badly. But I love waking up to this every day.

“Good morning, love,” He says as he opens one eye and smiles a playful smile and his lips were brushing my cheek. My senses were going crazy at the moment, what did happen last night that this happened now? I try not to question anymore; just take in the moment Claire.  “Problem, baby girl?” He asks and I chuckle at the name he used, well because he’s much older than me. “Since when have you started calling me that?” I laugh at him, pulling myself closer. “Last night, you can’t remember?” He doesn’t look surprised, like he was expecting this. I nod a no and he gets up, his priceless smile never leaving his face. “Wash up, and I’ll tell you all about it,” He winks and I drop my jaw.

“Did we-?” I examined him and me and thank goodness we were both wearing clothes. I breathe a deep sigh and he laughs. I look around and I seem to be in Harry’s flat, and these must be his clothes. I grab a towel and head for the bathroom, until harry grabs hold of my wrist and spins me around until our bodies were pressed against each other and he was looking down at me as I was looking up at him, our height gap is definitely perfect.

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“Lay it on me,” We sit on the couch as I dry my hair with a towel.

“So far, what can you remember from last night?” I think deep, what did I do last night?

Flashback:

“Hey, I’ll be back,” He tells me as I nod and let him. He left his phone, I’ll just give it to him later. There was something on his phone.

Princess Clarisse of England, missing for almost a month already. The palace still has no trace of her, but they did some evidence. Her drawers were empty, which means she ran away, just weeks before her wedding, but where? The search is still on and they hope she is safe and that she will return back to the palace. Her wedding with Prince Harold is now postponed until she is found, but for now, the search is still on.

Moisture is starting to form on my eyes. Why can’t they leave me alone? Why do I live this life? I hate this. I want to run away forever, to a place where they will never find me, but whatever I do, they still catch up on me. I didn’t sign up for this! I hate my life.

I barely noticed that I was drowning in my own tears, ruining my make-up completely. I sob once more until I somehow gain composure and face the bartender. “T-ten shots of vodka p-please,” I didn’t know what I was thinking, the words just rolled out of my mouth and I didn’t care. “Are you sure?” The bartender asked and I nod in assurance. He looks at me reluctantly then follows my orders. A few minutes later, he’s back with ten shot glasses. I counted them to make sure he wasn’t playing on me. I examined the first shot. By the time I’m done with these all, I’m going to forget everything. Vodka, take me away.

“Claire! For God’s sake, what are you doing here?” A voice interrupts my thoughts and I try to ignore.

“Let me go! I’ll sew you, and I mean sew!”