Baby Lips

Chapter 25

There was an unusually cold draft on my rear end that stirred me from my sleep. I expect that I had just thrashed a bit in my sleep and pulled the covers down. Hopefully Newton would climb up next to me and warm up the cold spot. 

I slowly opened my eyes, but each time I moved the miniscule muscles my brain pulsed and a shock of pain flowed throughout my head. Bracing myself, I finally opened my eyes and waiting a few moments for my vision to finally unfog so I could roll out of my bed and into the shower and then back into my bed. My cloudy pupils finally cleared and my surroundings caused a sharp gasp to escape me. 

Piles of clothes, including mine, fell miscellaneously around Harry’s bedroom floor. The soft, white sheets laid tangled at my feet and I sat up still looking around at the white walls with a few posters scattered across them. My headache panged and I held the palm of my hand to my forehead looking down at the scratchy, wool sweater I wore. It wasn’t mine. I shifted my shoulders and felt the material brush against my bare chest. And I wasn’t wearing a bra.  

As soon as the thought of my bra-less self consumed my throbbing mind, the memories of last night hit me  like a tidal wave. Dancing, drinking, more dancing and... Harry. I remembered him laying me down in this bed last night, I remember the glimmer in his eyes when I looked up at him. I remembered how achingly slow he took off my dress. 

Oh God. 

I cut that thought short.  

The one thing I remembered the most vividly was our so called goodnight kiss. I rolled my head back and closed my eyes as I thought of the way he held me when he kissed me. The way his hands perfectly fit in the contour of my lower back. His warm lips against mine. I let out a hum of contentment as I looked back down in my lap, the strain it put on my eyes was dreadful. 

Although his sheets were fleecy, I didn’t feel quite comfortable with my bare bum on Harry’s blankets. I inched over to the edge of the bed and tossed my legs over the side, groaning at how dizzy I was when I finally stood up. I huffed at the length of Harry’s sweater, much like his t-shirt he lent me a couple weeks ago it put my ass on display. 

I had kept my bag out by the couches down the hall from Harry’s room, so I slowly turned the knob and tip toed out of the room. I scuttled across the wood floors and came to a sly stop when I entered the large living room. I poked my head out, checking for anyone. Whether it was Harry, or Louis, or Eleanor, or anyone that was here. I spotted my target slumped against the leather couch and made a mad dash for it, snatching it up and rushing back into Harry’s room. I huffed when I shut the door and winced at how loud it sounded when it slammed shut behind me. 

I threw the bag on Harry’s bed and searched for the black leggings I brought with me, the ones I intended on changing into last night. They slipped on with ease and I sighed in relief when I was finally clothed. Based on how tangled my hair looked as it fell over my shoulders in clumps I fished for the gray beanie I packed and shoved most of my hair in it, not bothering with the few pieces that fell out from what used to be my bangs. 

I began to wonder where exactly Harry was. He wasn’t next to me when I woke up and how could I forget falling asleep next to him. He wasn’t out in the living room when I ran like a wild woman to grab my clothes. In a way I was relieved that I hadn’t seen him yet. I was almost scared to see his reaction of last night. And I was more than embarrassed to face him after the things I did and said last night. Based on prior events, I was starting to think I turned into that needy girl wasted in the corner wanting someone to cuddle with.  

And it annoyed the shit out of me. 

I sighed and shook my head, swinging open the door with force and walking straight past the living room until I heard the sounds of pans shuffling in the kitchen. I took a deep breath and closed my sore eyes, but when they opened the sight I saw relieved the pain.