Secrets

nine

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I don't quite remember what happened that day. Bits and pieces flashed into the front of my mind and then faded away. All I know is that I'm in some deep shit.

I was in the living room holding my head, trying to get rid of the constant pounding of my head. Harry was staring daggers at me from across the couch, hand clasped and eyes stern. I didn't like this Harry very much. He was much more enjoyable when we were cuddled up on the couch playing games in the dark.

"So, why don't you tell me what you remember," he stated, sitting up straighter. He tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for my answer.

"Eh... I-I don't remember anything."

He audibly sighed and his expression relaxed a little, sensing that I was scared shitless at the moment. What did I do? Did I sleep with a guy? Did I get drunk? High? The possibilities flitted through my mind as a bit my nails unconsciously.

"Let me tell you what I remember, yeah?" He asked, not bothering to wait for my answer. "You left the house. With a guy. Without telling me. 2 hours later I get a call from your phone telling me very rudely to come and pick you up from a club! Need I remind you that you're not legal?!" he seethed, anger radiating off of him. "And when I got there, you used some very colorful language before I was able to drag you out. This was in broad daylight, Bells. Who the hell gets hammered before 7 pm?! Even Niall doesn't do this!"

I thought he was done ranting by now, so I mumbled a quiet " 'M sorry Haz."

I looked up to see he had a pained look on his face, like he was fighting with himself again.

"You know what I have to do right?" he asked softly, his eyes no longer carrying anger, but disappointment. I nodded slowly, my head still pounding.

"Hazza bear, can you wait though? My hangover is killing me!" I groaned, clutching my throbbing head. He chuckled and sighed, getting off the couch and retreating into the kitchen. He returned a couple moments later with Advil and a glass of water.

I was about to take them from his hands when he pulled back.

"You know that if Lou were here you would be over his knee right now without pain killers at all right?" I groaned. "Yeah, I know. But you're not Lou; you're my Hazza bear, and Hazza Bears aren't mean. So gimme" I pouted, making grabby hands with my small fists.

He smiled at me before reluctantly handing over the medication and said, "My room. 30 minutes." before walking out. Groaning, I downed my saviors and checked my Twitter feed. I had a couple mentions, mostly teenage girls asking me to have my brother and his band mates follow them. There was some hate, but I overlooked those and found one that caught my eye.

@ Harry_Styles: This little lady sure is a lot less trouble when she's out cold :P @ bella.tommo

Attached was a picture of me literally out cold on the couch. To most, it looked like I was just sleeping, so it was fine. I smiled and replied to his tweet.

-@ Harry_Styles stalker much? :0

-@ bella.tommo not my fault you were where I was watching tv ;)