Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 18

I sat and laughed wildly at random things on my phone. I was absolutely drunk and it was only 2:00 in the afternoon. As I scrolled through my news feed on Facebook, I heard a *Bing*. It was a message. From Harry.

"Mia.."

"Harry.."

"What are you doing ?? Can I call you?"

"Why not." Not too long after I sent that message Harry called.

"Helloooooo," I said, sounding slurred.

"Mia, where are you?"

"Paradise," I said chuckling.

"Mia, what are you doing?"

"Well, Sir Harry, I decided to try the mini vodkas and shit in the fridge and I found the tastes to be quite delightful." Now I was doing my impression of a British accent.

"Where are you?"

"Uhm, a hotel??"

"Are you alone?"

"Yeah. So what?"

"I'm on my way."

"What," I said, but the line was already dead. I was not about to do this again.

"Ugh, what the hell," I groaned, running my hands through my hair. I gulped down another one of the mini vodka bottles. I just hoped that nothing crazy was about to happen. But then again, craziness was inevitable with Harry. I just sighed and rolled my eyes and I began downing a bottle of water. I needed to be fully concious with Harry. I laid back on the couch and let my eyes close slowly.

"MIA! " I woke up to a loud pounding on the door. I sat up confused and dazed. Where was I even at?

"Mia, it's Harry, open up please."
Shit, I thought. I had totally forgotten that Harry was coming. I looked at my phone's time. 2:55 p.m. Oh jeez.

I walked over to the door and opened it slightly.
"Yes," I said, peeking through the crack in the door.
"Mia, what the hell are you doing in there?"
"Nothing..."
"Open the door, quit fooling around Mia."
"What's the secret..." I felt a bubbling feeling in my stomach. I was about to puke. I slid the lock over and opened the door and immediately dashed to the bathroom. Harry rushed in behind me, pulling my hair back off of my neck and shoulders.
"Mia, are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah.."

After that ordeal, I brushed my teeth and I guess Harry saw that I had a little bit of vomit on my tank top and on my chest.
"Come here," Harry said, picking me up and set me on the sink. He grabbed a piece of paper towel and wet it. He began dabbing at the edge of my tank top and on my chest, in my cleavage as he cleaned the mess. I looked at him the entire time. I looked at his eyebrows as they were furrowed and his pink lips in a straight line as he continued his movements. Then the unexpected happened.