Something More-Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 14

Harry's P.O.V

I woke up the next morning feeling like absolute shit, not having a clue on how I got home and into bed. I slowly rolled over and reached for my jeans that were on the floor, grabbing my phone out of the pocket. Clicking the home button, the screen lit up, revealing a message from Ed. I swiped the message to open it.

Mate you might want to thank Camila this morning for last night, just in case you don't remember. Hope you're feeling alright bro!

Thank Camila? Why? Was she the one who took me home? Seconds later, a few memories from last night came back. I remember Camila helping me into the house, and then I threw up. I don't remember actually getting home, or anything after throwing up though. I used the small knowledge I had from last night to call Camila and thank her. I scrolled through my contact list and clicked on her name, and then put the phone up to my ear.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Hm that's weird. She always answers her phone. I mean, its 1 in the afternoon why wouldn't she answer? I decided to text her, since she didn't pick up the phone.

To: Camila

Thanks for helping me last night love! I owe you :) Want to go out to lunch tomorrow?

After texting Camila, I put my phone on the nightstand next to my bed and ran my hand through my messy hair, then went in the shower in hopes that my headache would go away.

Camila's P.O.V

I woke up the next morning, well basically afternoon, still bummed out from what Harry said last night. Half of me wants to believe that he didn't mean it because he was drunk, but the other half of me knows that drunk words are sobers thoughts. 

I sighed and got out of bed, grabbed my phone and headed downstairs. I went into the kitchen and saw Natalie sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal.

"Morning" I said in a flat tone. I went to the cabinet and reached for a bowl, then got a spoon from the drawer and joined Natalie.

"What happened to you last night? You seemed mad or upset and just stormed off into your room" She said, taking another bite of her cereal.

I poured the cereal into the bowl and added milk, then put a spoonful in my mouth. After swallowing, I answered her question.

"So basically Ed Sheeran called me and-"

"YOU TALKED TO ED SHEERAN?!?!?!" She screamed, nearly knocking over her bowl of cereal.

"You have no idea how hard it was to remain calm Nat, nooo idea" I laughed.

"Oh my god I can't believe this" She said.

"I know right. Well anyways...Ed called me and told me Harry was wasted so I picked him up and brought him back to his house. Nat, I can't even begin to tell you how drunk he was, like beyond drunk. He finally laid down in bed and I had to undress him since could barely move. And then all of a sudden he was like 'I'm gonna be sick' so I got him a bin and he threw up for like twenty minutes" I said, and Natalie made a grossed out face.

"But after he threw up he was super happy but still drunk, and he asked me if I wanted to get Italian food with him" 

"Italian food? That's random..." She said.

"I know. So I was like 'Oo on a date?" like just trying to mess around with him and he was like 'A date? Dates are for couples I don't do that shit, ain't nobody got time for a girlfriend"