Why?

Chapter 2

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"What the fuck!?" was the first thing I exclaimed after waking up and spotting the shirtless back next to me in the bed.

"Ohh my god," was the second as my excruciating hangover suddenly hit me and the need to throw up became immediately evident.

I threw the blanket off from over me and ran into what I thought was the bathroom, looking around for a toilet, or anywhere I could be sick into really. I sighed with relief when I saw I'd ran into the right room and practically pounced on the toilet and retched into the bowl. "Why did I drink so much?" I cursed to myself. After a minute or so I finally didnt feel so nauseous so I stood up slowly and looked for some mouth wash, splashed some water on my face and prepared myself to walk back out to whoever was lying in that bed with me, my mind still fuzzy and not able to comprehend the night before.

I nearly jumped in shock when I saw the curly mop of hair and the tattoos and everything suddenly came back to me.

"Oh my god," i said again, this time whining, as Harry smirked at me. "Please tell me we didn't..."

"We didn't." He said.

"Good!" I sighed and went to pick up my clothes off the ground.

"That's not how you felt last night. You were practically all over me." He smirked some more and I frowned. "Can I get you some water and a paracetamol, love? I forgot your name sorry..." He said slowly, with an evil glint in his eye, like he said that just to annoy me. Even with his gorgeous morning voice, he was acting like such a dick head already and I was not in the mood to deal with this.

"Alise," I huffed putting my clothes on and getting ready to go. "And no i'm fine I'll get one for myself later, wouldn't want to put you out... Sorry, your name again?" I retort.

"Don't pretend you don't know who I am, and don't be sour just because I didn't want to fuck you, you were just acting so desperate, it would probably be best of you left now anyway.."

I could not believe this guy! I know I was drunk last night but not drunk enough to forget that he was actually really nice to me and he seemed like a good guy, what the fuck changed?

"Yea, that was the plan," I scowled at him. When I had all my stuff collected I walked out of his room and to the front door, and he followed after me. "Thank you and fuck you!" I yelled and stormed out the door and down the street.

"You wish!" He yelled after me, still smirking, as he slammed the door shut.

"Asshole!" I mutter under my breath and angrily walk to the end of the street to look for a cab. I can't believe that just happened. What made him act like such a douche bag? I hadn't done anything wrong. Oh well I guess that's my assignment down the drain. Fuck is Denton going to kill me, but honestly there was nothing I could do now, but also no explanation as to why it all fucked up.

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I was honestly fuming as I got out of the cab at my apartment and I searched in all my pockets for my keys as I realized where I had left them. The anger had taken over me and like a toddler tantrum I threw my stuff onto the ground and stomped my foot and screamed in frustration. I must have looked like a basket case to all the people walking past. When I had calmed down I turned back around to my apartment and saw a familiar face going inside the building.