Reality

Even More Surprises

A/N: So I think the last chapter "In Da Club" was fixed and it's no longer private. That was ridiculous. Anyway, I took quite a few long study breaks and wrote this out so enjoy as I go back to studying lol

Brooke

I wake up with a pounding headache and a feeling of guilt that I'm not sure of its source. It probably stems from my conversation with Harry yesterday. If I could just erase that from my mind, I would do it in a heart beat. It went horribly wrong, and I want to talk to Harry again because I don't think everything was communicated clearly between us. But I don't know if he's willing to talk to me.

It makes me wonder if his whole spiel about putting space between us was so that he could hookup with that girl a few more times before he decides to work things out with me. Or maybe he doesn't want to work things out. Maybe the real guy behind the nerdy appearance is actually an asshole. Leave it to me to be the one to discover it.

You know what, I'm mad at him. My genuine effort to apologize was pretty much thrown in my face, and I don't appreciate it. If it's space that he wants, then it's space that he'll get.

I open my eyes and squint at the bright light coming from the windows. As my vision adjusts, I look around me and realize that I'm not in my bed, nor am I in my room. I'm lying on the couch in the living room, buried underneath a bunch of blankets. It takes me a few moments to then realize that I am completely naked, my clothes scattered across the floor. It takes me only thirty seconds later to see someone else's clothes mixed on the floor with mine and realize that I am not alone on this couch.

An arm reaches around my waist, pulling me close and letting me know that this person on the couch with me is also naked. The embrace that I'm in is warm and cozy, but there's something off about it. I slowly turn my head to look at the person spooning me, and my hand slaps up to my mouth as I see just who it is.

Andy.

Mikaela will kill me, and I know it.

But did I really have sex with Andy out in the living room?! Did we really have sex in a place that the rest of the housemates could easily watch us?! Did anyone watch us?!

This must be the source of the feeling of guilt I woke up with. I turn my body around until I'm facing Andy and gently shake him awake. For a brief moment, I feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I had sex with someone that is actually really hot. I mean, typically they're guys that I think are hot but then realize in the morning that my beer goggles are pretty intense.

"Oh boy," Andy slowly opens his eyes and grins as he sees me. His voice is very raspy, and I almost melt on the spot. "Mickey will not be happy."

"We are naked on the couch, and anyone can walk in on us at any moment," I urgently whisper. All he does is cuddle closer to me, and as much as I want to just forget everything and cozy up with him, I know I need to get out of this position before someone walks in the room. "Andy, get up! We need to get out of here before someone sees us."

He rolls his eyes and groans as he sits up, pulling the blanket with him and exposing my bare chest. "Well it was fun while it lasted. Do you realize you moan like a por-"

"Oh my god."

Andy and I nearly get whiplash from turning our heads so quickly. My hands immediately come up to cover my chest as my face goes a deep red. Mikaela stands at the door of our room, already fully dressed with makeup on. Her jaw is dropped as she stares at the two of us, and a few seconds later, her brows knit together in anger.

"I can't believe y'all!" She stomps over to us and points her finger back and forth between Andy and me. "You slept with my brother?! And you slept with my roommate! I can't believe y'all would do this!"