Oblivion | h.s (a.u)

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Harry's POV

Before I could say anything, Layla is already asleep. God, she's an absolute angel. Suddenly I remember Becca being in the bed as well. I knew I had to do something quick before Tod saw her in here. He's one of my bestfriends but it won't look too good if he saw her in my bed.

She starts to stir and mubble clipped sentences in her sleep. I hurry to her side picking her up and bringing her into Tod's room. I make sure she's settled before locking the door behind me.

Living in a frat house isn't always the best thing but being in charge of everyone and the keys to the rooms have its advantages. I get back to my room and lock the door. I sit in the chair next to my bed and take this time to observe Layla.

She has beautiful brown hair and such perfect skin. Her eyelashes fan out above her rosy cheeks and compliment her adorable nose. The way those white jeans shape her body is absolutely mouth watering. Not to mention she has a fantastic ass.

She rolls over drawing me out of my daze and her eyes flutter open. Her brown eyes like lasers as they peer into my green ones. She smiles and opens her mouth as thought  she might say something, but instead she starts to throw up everywhere. I groan as I make my way over to her. She stops and I seize the opportunity to move her to the bathroom. She throws up some more into the toilet while I hold her hair back.

How is it possible that someone could look so amazing even while vomiting? What the fuck is going on with me.

"This is so unlike me, I'm so sorry." She said between hick ups. I look down and notice she's crying.

"Hey stop that. Don't cry. It's not a problem at all. Alcohol is a bitch." I smooth out her hair and she relaxes instantly. Once she's done, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and slumps onto the floor. I sit next to her with my elbows propped up on my knees.  She turns to me and says,

"You're really hot and you're intimidating. I don't know what to do around you." This makes me laugh. A scowl takes over her face and I stop. The last thing I want is for her to be scared of me in any way. A few minutes of silence go by. I finally go to say something but look over to find an unconscious Layla. I run my hands through my hair and sigh. Not only did she throw up on my bed but she got it all over her clothes as well.

I pick myself up and decide to rid my bed of the dirty sheets and replace them with new ones. I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of my boxers and a white t-shirt. I go into the bathroom and ride her of her messy clothes aside from panties and bra. Some vomit seeped through and came in contact with her skin. With a wet towel, I begin to wipe it off.

Once she's clean I slip my t-shirt over her head and my boxers up her legs. I get some facial wipes I keep in my medicine cabinet and wipe her make up off her face. I pick her up and place her gently onto my bed. I tuck her in and smooth out her hair over the pillow.

I change and get a blanket and pillow from the closet and get some what comfortable into my couch. I try to sleep but my mind stays buzzing with thoughts about the beautiful girl sound asleep in my bed.

A.N

okay so yeah fuck me right. Cute Harry is satan himself. Idk what came over me but I wanted to give a little taste of Harry's character in this story. He may not act like that with her all the time but he's gonna be such a caring/uncaring SOB I can't wait. This was super short but I'll update with a real chapter later this week xoxo