You're Mine (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 14

Dedication to @crazymofos25 for leaving the sweetest message ever<3 Thank you so much.

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•Ashleys POV•

My eyes slowly cracked open. I was momentarily blinded my the tiny amount of sunlight streaming into the room. My eyes adjusted tot he light and I looked around. I suddenly realized I wasn't in my room. I wasn't in my flat.

I threw the blankets off of my body and popped up out of the bed. My head began to pound and black dots filled my vision. I was suddenly light headed and had to balance myself on the bedside table.

"Fucking hell," I closed my eyes and grabbed my aching head. "What happened last night?"

I slowly peeled my eyes back open and looked around the room. Relief flooded through me as I realized I was in Harrys' room.

How did I get here? Why am I wearing his shirt? Where's my dress? A million questions were flying through my mind and it was only making my headache worse.

I sat down on my bed and tried to remember last nights events. I remember dancing with Harry, bringing lizzie out to the car, and putting her in bed at her flat. What ever happened after that is a mystery to me.

I didn't even drink that much, why am I so hungover?

I looked at the bedside table and noticed some asprin and a glass of water.

Thank you Harry.

I snatched the asprin off of the table, popped it into my mouth and chugged some water. Making sure to stand up slowly this time, I got off the bed and made my way to the bedroom door. I opened it slowly only to have the smell of bacon and eggs smack me in the face.I quickly stepped out of the room and made my way down the hall way.

A half-naked Harry was standing infront of the stove cooking breakfast. He wore light gray sweat pants that hung low on his hips. I watched his back muscles flex as he cooked breakfast.

"Staring is rude." Harry said over his shoulder.

"I-I wasn't s-staring." I walked over to the counter and sat on one of the stools.

"I'm just messing with you babe." Harry winked and set down a plate of breakfast down infront of me. "Eat up." He smiled and sat down next to me.

"Uh, Harry?" I turned my head to face him.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"What happened last night." I furrowed my eyebrows. "I don't remember anything after dropping lizzie off."

•Harrys' POV•

"Oh," I took a bite of his eggs. "Funny story."