I woke up to the cool sensation of the tile floor against my cheek. I pushed myself into a sitting position as I pried apart my sleep ridden eyes and took a look around. I was in a bathroom…Harry’s bathroom? How did I end up in Harry’s bathroom? What happened last night? Oh. That’s right. I’m a friend. I lifted myself off the floor and moved in front of the sink to look at myself in the mirror. I looked like I had been chewed up and spit out. The bags under my eyes were deep and dark, my make-up was speared down my face as if I had been in a Ke$ha video and my hair looked like it held a small bird’s nest. I splashed some water on my face to wipe off my day-old make-up and ran my fingers through my hair so I could at least look a little more human. I walked out of the bathroom and heard Harry in the kitchen so I went to investigate.
“Morning sleepy head!” Harry chirped.
“Morning.” I mumbled, “Why did I wake up in the bathroom?”
“Because that’s where you fell asleep.”
“And you just left me there?”
“Hey I tried to move you! You bit me!”
“I did not!”
“Yeah you did! I wasn’t even trying to wake you up! I was just gonna move you!”
“I’m sorry…”
“It’s fine. How do you feel?”
“Like shit.”
“Physically or emotionally?”
“Both. How badly did I make a fool of myself last night?”
“You don’t remember?”
“Vaguely. I remember what happened with Zayn and I remember crying into your toilet about how no one loves me.”
“That about sums it up.”
“Dear god. Can I go crawl in a hole out of shame now?”
“You’re fine. Don’t worry about it. We’ve all been that drunk at some point and I grew up with a sister, I’ve dealt with a broken heart before.”
“You’re too nice to me.”
“Nah. Do you want something to eat? I can make you something.”
“No thanks,” I said scrunching up my face in disgust, “my stomach isn’t up for that yet, maybe just some coffee.”
“I can manage that.”
He poured me a cup and set it in front of me. I let the fumes waft up into my face and wake me up. I took a sip and the hot liquid rushed down my throat pulling the hangover from my body.
“Zayn called.” He said breaking the silence.
I just stared at him. I didn’t know what to think about that. Between the hangover and the mental anguish I went through last night that had carried into the morning my brain was too scrambled to think straight. “Oh?” was all my brain could muster up as an answer.
“Last night. Your phone kept ringing so I answered it.”
“What did he say?”
“He wanted to know where you were and if you were ok. He knows he screwed up.”
“That doesn’t make it better.”
“I know but at least he realizes what he did wrong. I told him I’d call when you woke up but…”
“Can you not? I think I’d rather just go talk to him at his flat.”
“Wouldn’t you rather talk to him on neutral territory?”
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Saving Grace
Fanfiction19 year old Elena Anderson's life was turned upside down when she was ripped from her home in New York city to live with her Dad in London, England after a suicide attempt. She's better for the most part but her snobby 14 year old sister tests her...
