all the love // H.S au (university series)

drunk

I woke up groggy as f.uck. Helena had dragged me out to a club the night before and I got hammered; something I hadn't done in a while. My phone's alarm went off and I reached to shut it off, and I opened a few apps and checked messages like I always do when I first wake up.

There was nothing too out of the ordinary, until I checked my text messages and saw a few messages from Harry, from 2:34 AM. Fuck.

To: Harry🍌
Herry pleaaaaaaaas cometo the ckub! itnot fun witout uuuu

To: Harry🍌
I wishy I couldy be dancingggr on u tonïghtt insread

To: Harry🍌
qhe Djay kepd playig sexiiiiii musicni wish you were fuuuckin ere

To: Harry🍌
Im horno I've gottto peed && I lost myfeimd:-((((((((((( hlp

I buried my head in my hand as I groaned, slightly from the light coming from the windows but mostly from my embarrassment. Do I dare check to see what Harry replied with?
Hell yeah.

From: Harry🍌
Having fun? x be safe & let me know if you need a ride home.

From: Harry🍌
You're voicemail was verrrry interesting. I hope you don't remember what you said tomorrow. I'll never tell 😏

From:Harry🍌
Please be careful. Call me when you get home or when you see this. x all the love.

from: Harry🍌
What club are you at? I'll come get you. x

I don't remember any of that conversation, and I sure as hell do not remember coming to Harry's apartment last night. Wait, what the f.uck? I rubbed my eyes to make sure they weren't deceiving me, but when I opened them I was still under the coffee colored comforter in a bedroom with exposed brick walls and journals everywhere. Definitely Harry's room.

Scared, confused, and hungover, my mind hurt even more from the sweet actions of Harry last night. I was drunk, lost, and drunk again, and he came to my rescue. I mean, I probably could've found my friend and got ourselves back to safety last night. But what if I couldn't have?

Harry literally dragged himself out of his bed at 3 in the morning to come get me from the club, just because I had texted him that I was drunk and lost my friend. Most people would laugh about it and make fun of me the next time they see me. But Harry really went and did something about it. My heart couldn't help but swell at the thought of how amazing Harry truly is. He's such a great person.

My head was now throbbing like a b.itch and if I didn't get some Advil or something ASAP I would probably start to cry from the pain. Something I wouldn't be very proud of. I got myself out from under his comforter that seemed really to just comfort me. My feet struggled to find the cold hardwood floor because his bed is so up high, but I managed and pulled open his door to find out where Harry went exactly.

It didn't take me long at all to spot him drawled out across his couch that was way too small for his giganto-like body. I instantly felt bad; I could easily have fit on the couch, and the bed is way too big for me anyway. He should've set me down here instead, because the sight in front of me sure doesn't look comfortable. I passed over towards him quietly, and shook his shoulder. He barely budged. I did it once more with fuller force, but all that came out was "mmmph boat". I giggled at him and I took a second to appreciate how cute he is.

His face looked younger, even though I could see bags under his eyes from last night. He was still endearing. His hair was in a bun, probably so it wouldn't get everywhere while he sleeps, or maybe to keep me from playing with it when I was intoxicated; something I know all too well I would do. I also noticed the barely there blanket slung over his body. It revealed his chest and top part of his tummy, but I wish more than anything my eyes could keep going. His chest and arms were littered with little doodles, but my eyes always found their way back to the butterfly resting on his chest. I imagined it's wings fluttering with the shallow breaths that Harry took. It was truly my aesthetic. Harry's butterfly tattoo is my personal aesthetic.