Over Again *Harry Styles fanfiction*

Part 9

Harry POV

The next morning, my eyes opened, and my head immediately started to throb and feel sore; to make things better, it was accompanied with a dry throat. Judging by how hungover I was, it was safe to say that even though I had no memory of it, I had drunk more than a fair amount the night before.

I was relived when I looked left to the bedside table and saw that I still had my phone, cabin key and wallet, however when I looked to my right, I got the biggest fright of my life; there was a girl lying beside me- but it wasn’t Kayla. It was Charlie; and by the looks of things, neither of us had clothes on. I almost certainly wasn’t.

What the fuck had I done?

I hastily shook her awake.

“Charlie, wake up!” my tone was harsh, but I was panicking

She drearily awoke “ughhhhh, what do you want?” she spoke in a sleepy morning voice

“Did we…erm…you know…errr” I struggled

“Have sex?” she grinned

“Yeah…that”

“I think so, yeah”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no this cannot be happening” I was going into a state of panic and denial, and regret over what I had done

“Why? What’s wrong?” Charlie was understandably looking worried

“Because I have a girlfriend!” I shouted, I wasn’t angry with Charlie- I was angry with myself

“Well that would’ve been nice to mention!” her voice was shaky, as if she was about to cry

“Well I was drunk, if I hadn’t been, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“Thanks a lot Harry” I had been right, with that she burst into tears

“I’m sorry Charlie, you’re a great girl, but this shouldn’t have happened. I’m in love with Kayla, and I have been for a very long time…which is why she can’t know this happened…no one can”

“Okay” she sniffed

“I think its best you leave…”

She didn’t say a word; she got out of bed and put her clothes on, and made an exit for the door. She opened the door, and there was someone at the door.

Kayla…

Her eyes were red and puffy, she too had been crying. Charlie whispered ‘I’m sorry’ before flushing bright pink and running straight past her. In the meantime I had climbed out of bed and put some boxers on. I walked towards the door, and Kayla just stood there; seemingly staring right through me. I walked towards her and put my hand on her shoulder.

“I think you’d better come in” I spoke soothingly

She aggressively pushed my hand away “No” she said austerely

“How much did you hear?” I asked

“Enough” once again she was tearful

“Kayla I-”

“Save it” she cut me off

“You heard me say that I loved you”

“No you don’t”

“Yes I do” by this point, I was almost tearful

“No you don’t Harry. You don’t know what love is and you never have! All you care about is sex!” when those words came out of her mouth felt like my heart had been torn in 2