The Dumb and The Clueless

Chapter 83: A Hangover

I wake up to see the sun shining bright through my window.

"Ah fuck," I whisper as I cover my eyes with my arm.

"Mmm?"

"What?"

"Katie.."

"Harry?"

I risk turning in the direction of the sun just to stare at Harry.

"Morning, princess"

"Morning, Curly," I respond playing with his hair.

"My head hurts..."

"It's called a hangover, Katie."

"I know.."

I let out a frustrated groan as I think Harry's still drunk.

"Harry why do you still smell like alcohol?"

He laughs and hiccups.

"Whattt?"

"You got more drinks after I fell asleep, didnt you."

"Hahahahahaha....."

I roll my eyes and see Harry still in his jeans and shirt and his shirt is a bit wet with drinks.

I sigh as I walk to a mirror that he has in his bathroom, and look at myself and see this purple blotch that catches my eye.

"What the fuck?" I whisper as I move my hair off of my shoulder.

"Harry did you do this?"

He walks over and scratches his head before hiccuping and looking.

"Yeahhhh hahaha..."

I roll my eyes as I change into my normal clothing but notice Harry was watching me the whole time.

"You idio-"

He smashes his lips onto mine and I can literally taste the alcohol.

"Harry get off!" I say into his lips that were trying to kiss me.

I push him by his chest so that he'd let go and walk away.

"Awww someone's being hard to get... Don't (hiccup) forget how (hiccup) you (hiccup) sucked me (hiccup) off.."

I freeze and turn around.

"Shut up."

"But-"

"Shut up Harry you're drunk."

He pouts before changing and nearly falling flat on his face.

"Harry stay here okay you're drunk."

He moans as he stares at me and licks his lips. I hate when he's drunk because he's always so hiccupy and sometimes sexual.

I sigh as I turn on my phone and see a bunch of new photos I don't remember taking on my phone.

There's one of me and Harry with silly faces at Jackie's mansion, one of everyone who went doing silly faces, an action shot of me jumping into the pool, me and Harry toasting shots, lights, and me on a pole?

I turn off my phone again and just lay back down in bed followed by a groan.

"I'm hungry...." whined Harry.

"I'll make breakfast...."

I start making our breakfast as Harry moans constantly and walks to the kitchen.

"Harry why do you keep whining my god..." I nag in annoyance.

I turn around to check on Harry and he's just sitting down on the couch.

"Harry you better not be wanking!" I yell as Harry lets out another moan.

"What the fuck?"

I walk to the couch and just see Harry laying down on the couch.

"Pleeeeeease shut up Harry, I have a headache."

I realize Harry hadn't changed his shirt so basically the air smelled like alcohol. I walk to the bedroom, find a shirt and walk over to Harry.

"Alright, stand up buddy.."

I help him up as he nearly falls to the side and he lets out a hiccup.

"Help me out here...."

I start to take his shirt off and when it's finally off, he laughs and points at me.

"You...You're trying to strip me aren't ya..." he says with a laugh.

I roll my eyes and stretch out the new shirt when he suddenly buries his face in my neck.

"Harry what the-"

"Thank........you......"

I sigh as I pick Harry's head up but he makes it go back into place. I feel his warm breath tickle my skin as I look down.

"You didn't even button or zip up your jeans..."

I reach over and zip up his jeans as he tries to tickle me to make me stop.

I slap his hands away as I try to button his jeans but he keeps trying to step back.

"Harr-"

"You aren't supposed to be putting them on, you're supposed to be taking them off...." he slurrs with a wink.

I laugh as I try again and succeed, but he hugs me by putting his arms around my waist.

"Harry let g-"

I gasp at the feeling of Harry's hand that just squeezed my bum.

"Harry, no."

He smiles as I put his shirt on and try to fix his hair as he falls onto the couch, making me fall on him.

He laughs as he moves the hair from my face and I try to get off of him.

"Thanks for helping.....uhh...meee...."

"Anytime, curly."