Waiting For Love

Echoed Laughter (13+)

"Finally, you're awake!" I heard a voice say. My vision was blurry but I could recognize the familiar face.

"Hey Natalie.." I greeted, my head pounded with every word. I looked around the room. I was in Harry's house?

"Glad you're awake." Harry says, gently caressing my hair. I was in his bed and he was next to me, leaning against the headboard. I tried to smile but my head throbbed every time I moved.

"It's ok, don't say anything." He smiles, gently massaging my head to ease the pain. He massaged all the right places like he was a professional.

"Hangovers are the worst." I mumble. He laughs and nods in agreement.

"You're probably wondering how you got here?" Natalie suggests, sitting on the edge of the bed near my feet. I softy nod, trying not to worsen the headache.

"Well I was drunk and I fell asleep. I woke up and everyone was still asleep, I didn't know what to do! You passed out on the floor and your forehead was bleeding. You must've fell hard. I called up Harry and asked him if he could pick us up. I didn't know where he lived but I was sure it was pretty close to Holly's house. When we got here, we cleaned you up and we've been sitting here for a while now." She explained to me, rubbing her temples. I could tell she had a hangover too but it was probably less severe than mine. Or maybe she was hiding it? She was a strong girl, stronger than me I guess.

I began to smile to myself, the two looked at me weirdly as I did.

"What?" I giggled, pulling the blanket over my shoulders. Natalie laughs and Harry grins widely. My attention drew away from him as Natalie began to speak again.

"Niall's downstairs. I'm going to go out with him for a while and leave you two alone." She smiles, picking up her things, "Don't have too much fun without me!"

I grunted at the thought. Fun. After last night I think I've had enough fun for a few days. Natalie quickly left the room. I could hear her and Niall converse in the room below before quickly leaving the house.

"Last night was quite a night, wasn't it?" Harry asks, massaging my head in a gentle circular motion. Harry stared at me with his large, green eyes, awaiting an answer.

"Yeah. I'm not good with alcohol." I admit, staring up at the ceiling. Harry's fingers were felt amazing.

"I don't know a person who is." He jokes. I laugh, sharp pain hitting me as I did. I cringed in agony and softly furrowed my eyebrows. Harry bit his lip in distress.

"Sorry." He quickly apologizes. My bottom lip quivered as I tried to talk, it was actually really difficult.

"It's, it's ok." I manage to say with a smile, "Can you lie down with me?"

"Of course."

He gently lowers himself down next to me and slides under the blankets. He wraps his hands around my stomach. I gently ease myself against his body. He was warm.

"How do you feel? I know that's a stupid question but-"

"I feel horrible Harry."

"Well, it's kind of like practice right?"

"Practice for what?"

He was silent for a while. I tried to think what he meant by practice, gosh he makes me wonder. He nestles his head into my neck and kisses it a few times, his hair was tickling my ears. I jokingly tried to shake him off and I felt him smile against my neck.

Suddenly something hit me hard. I grabbed Harry's arms off my stomach and ran into the bathroom.

I kneeled beside the toilet and gagged. I could feel the vomit rising but it wouldn't come out.