Our Winter Love (Harry AU)

Chapter 17:Our Morning After

Week 2

Waking up was unbearable with my pounding head and the inside of the tent swirling around. Nothing could feel worse right now. I sit up and run out of my tent as I feel nauseous taking over.

I sprint towards the bathroom holding my hand in front of my mouth, willing for everything to stay down till I reach the bathroom. I hear footsteps behind me but I keep running, hoping I'll get to the bathroom in time.

When I reach the bathroom I throw myself into the bathroom stall heaving over into the toilet. For seconds I'm there alone, when suddenly I feel a light hand placed on my back.

I look up slowly to see Harry kneeling down beside me, a sympathetic look on his face.

"You don't have to." I manage to say in between trying to regain my breath.

Harry nods, "I do, it's partially my fault."

"How could it possibly have been your fault that I have a hangover?" I snap back, unintentionally.

Harry frowns and sits down on the floor beside me, "I should've come to the party. But I thought your dad had found out that you were going to the party instead of the bonfire and didn't let you go?"

I sit beside Harry, "Why would you think that?"

"You sent me a text message to say you weren't coming because you're dad found out, so I should just relax in the treehouse a while, then you sent one later on of a picture of you and Zayn at the party? That's why I came quickly." Harry looks at me as if I've gone crazy.

"Harry I may not remember much of what happened last night, but I definitely didn't send you any text message, I don't even have your number?"

Harry and I look at each other for a while, a bit confused, "Are you sure? Jade said you had a lot to drink and you hit your head pretty hard when I gripped Zayn away from you and you fell?"

"No, I wasn't going to let anything stop me from seeing you. And I would never send you a picture of me with Zayn." I shake my head but stop quickly as it begins to throb.

"Okay I trust you. Where's your phone now?" Harry asks as he stands up and his words actually resonate with me.

I think back to where I had it last, "The last thing I remember was throwing it into the tent before Megan and I went to get ready?"

Harry runs out the bathroom, leaving me sitting alone on the floor. Within seconds he runs back in.

"It's not there, maybe we could go look for it back at the lake house."

"Okay, let me just get myself cleaned up and ready." I try stand up and struggle as Harry quickly grabs my waist and gives me a hand up.

"How did you see me running to the bathroom anyways?" I ask curiously.

Harry shrugs, "Slept by that big tree across from your camp."

I look up at him in shock, "Harry!"

"What?" Harry looks at me like I'm a mad woman.

"You can't sleep outside! It's too cold! You'll get hypothermia!" I feel extremely guilty.

"I couldn't leave you in your tent to sleep after all that alcohol you drank and not know if you were ever going to wake up. If anything happened to you I would have to explain." He replies, staring at the ground.

My heart kind of fluttered at his words and how much he cared to freeze out in the cold the whole night to make sure I'm okay the next morning.

"Thank you." I blush.