Blue Business

[11] Can't help it

After being smashed between school and my SATs, I managed this update in since it's finally the weekend and I got a break :') xx

[11] Can't help it

|Arabelle|

My head pounds against my skull, and the bright light wasn't helping at all. I hear a suppressed groan vibrate onto my skin, and my cheek feels over the warmth. When my eyes finally gain the capability to peak open, I find myself sprawled over Harry's chest and for a moment, I let myself absorb the scenery. Last night ... It all flashes back, and I immediately remember how his lips hungrily kissed mine, how his hips desperately rolled over mine, how his hands held my body tight and how his moans felt loud between the walls of his bedroom. I move myself from his grip, and sit up with my legs tangling down the bed. With the unbearable headache growing, I decide to head to his kitchen for some water and maybe some painkillers if I found any. My phone buzzes as I pass by the living room, and I stop in tracks only to grab it before continuing to the kitchen. Two text messages. I type in my password, and almost roll my eyes at my mom's message.

From Mom: If you still remember me, call me as soon as possible.

I pour some water into a cup I've got from his cupboard- which might I add, was completely and strangely neat- as I read the next one.

From Liam: Hey, I'd like to make it up for the last time. Perhaps some dinner at my place? :) x

My breath hitched in my throat, and I try to swallow the lump it caused. At thought, my hand reaches down to my thigh and I scratch at my bare skin. What do I reply? A cool breeze hits my skin forcing goosebumps to appearance so I make my way towards the bedroom, remembering how my pants were thrown onto the floor last night when..

"Why the hell did I drink last night?" Harry's voice is thick, and raspy as he groaned.

He sits up, turning to face me and I could straight-up tell he was confused. "I don't remember much, but uhm.."

We made out, and we almost did the deed until I decided not to since you were drunk.

"What?" He encourages.

"Nothing, we had a few drinks and you spilled your deepest darkest secrets." I narrow my eyes to add a dramatic effect and he chuckles lightly.

I pick my pants off the floor, and pull them up my legs before tightening the band around my waist. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Harry looking at my legs strangely and I decide to ignore it- in hopes it wouldn't bring up the topic of what really happened last night.

"My head's killing me, shit." He groans again, and I smile lightly.

I go back into the kitchen, pouring another glass of water and held the pills in the palm of my hand. When I return, his eyebrows pull up and he smiles.

"Thanks, how'd you manage to find them?" He asks as I hand him the cup,

"I randomly found them in the kitchen cupboard." I shrug, holding his palm closer to mine as I let the pills roll from my own to his.

He swallows them down along with a gulp of water, and then sets the cup on the nightstand.

"You have work today, don't you?" He questions whilst running his hands through his hair, and tugging tightly.

"It's an afternoon shift so I've got until four o'clock."

He nods before getting to his feet, and I secretly swoon over how his back muscles contract as he stretches.