Playing With Fire

six

The music blared in my ears as I showed the guard my fake ID. Yup, ladies and gentlemen Emily Grace Montgomery is 24!

I went to go get some shots; with the shitty day I was having, I couldn't wait to make myself forget.
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I stumbled back into the flat sometime early in the morning. Everything was spinning. The floor, the ceiling, the 4 Harrys standing in front of me...

"Hey... are... ok... Em?" his words were disheveled and murky in my brain, and I stumbled into his arms accidentally.

I looked back up to try and thank him, but my mouth had other ideas. Without thinking, I slammed my lips into his. But the weird thing was... he didn't fight it. Stumbling back to Harry's room was the last thing I remembered before it all went black.
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I woke up to the morning light shining on my face. Groaning, I reached underneath the bend for my bag, but my hand hit hard wood. Startled, I rubbed my eyes and took in my surroundings.

I wasn't on the streets anymore; I was in a room. With a bed. Sharing a bed!

I twisted my head to see a mess of curls sticking out from the other side of the covers. Immediately, I looked down to see what I was covering up, or the lack of which...

Shit shit shit shit shit!

Black lace thong with an un-clasped bra? We definitely did something last night.

But I was drunk! How was I supposed to stop anything? Harry was the one who was straight up sober. He didn't stop it?!

A rustling of the covers snapped me out of my thoughts. Harry slowly turned around and opened his eyes groggily.

Surprisingly, he didn't seem to mind me there. Then he did a double take.

"Emily?! Wha-how-what?!" he sputtered, frantically looking around the room and quickly checking his modesty before giving me the 'deer-in-the-headlights' look.

"Did we...?"

"I think we did."

"Did I use protection?"

"How the fuck should I know?! I was wasted; you were the sober one!" He shot me a glare.

"Watch your language, and I wasn't sober, okay?" I scoffed. Suuurreeeeee. Just put the blame on anyone but yourself.

"Really? 'Cuz it sure felt like you were!"

"Emily you were wasted. You said so yourself. How can you be so sure I wasn't?!" I sighed and realized his point. This was even worse.

"Ok, ok. So basically we had sex and didn't use protection..." I trailed off knowing the possible outcome.

"Harry do you have the pill?" I asked frantically, my hands rubbing my stomach. There could be a baby growing there... RIGHT NOW!

"Yeah, let me get it for you. Just gimme a second." He ran out of the room and returned a minute later with a pill and a cup of water in hand.

I graciously took them and downed it in one gulp.

"Look, Emily. Last night-"