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selena

When I woke up all I could hear was the pounding in my eardrums and the clanking of different pots and pans coming from what I assume was the kitchen.

I unsteadily got off the bed noticing I was only in a long white shirt, but I don't remember changing. I don't remember anything from last night really, besides the awful panic attack. How the fuck did I manage to get myself out of that situation? I usually can't control my mind enough to calm my own self down, someone always has to help me and the only person who has ever been able to was my mom and sometimes Faye.

That's one reason my mom was so scared when I told her I was planning on leaving Florida and moving to New York. She knew she had been the only one who- for some reason- had been able to calm me down quickly enough before I would go into a mentally semi-fatal state. Which basically means I could become temporarily brain dead, and obviously thats not good.

Though I was able to convince her eventually after I gave her assurance that some of my friends would be coming with me.

As I ignored the rest of my thoughts I made my way outside of my room and into the hallway where I was met with Sabrina and Olivia.

"Who the hell is making all that noise?" Olivia whined while scratching her nest of hair.

"I don't fucking know, but I will willingly murder them, and hide the body by myself if they don't quiet down." Sabrina spit.

I nodded my head in agreement as we made eye contact with Natalie and Faye across the living room, who seemed to have just woken up to find the source of disturbance too.

Everyone looked irritated and pissed as they made their way to the kitchen because it's only nine in the morning and the party probably ended really late.

Once we reach the kitchen everyone stops in their tracks. As I look ahead I see a tall guy with a nest of curly brown hair and nothing but grey sweats hanging low on his waist. I looked to my left and right and everyone was practically drooling. As I tried to manage and focus my vision without my contacts in I could notice the trail of random tattoos adorning his left arm. That's when I knew who it was.

I pushed away from my friends and walked up to him discreetly.

Tapping his shoulder I said, "Harry?"

"AHH" He jumped whilst dropping a pot and some cooking spoons on the floor.

I giggled at that and turned around to find all my friends doing the same. When I looked back at him his face, frozen, was a deep red and you could see the embarrassment in his eyes.

"Harry?" I shook his shoulder.

"Oh sorry, yeah?" He snapped out of his trance and looked back at me.

"What're you doing making all this noise so early in the morning?" I whisper yell at him, so I don't end up embarrassing him any further. Everyone is starting to disperse from the kitchen now that they see I probably have the situation under control.

"Well- I- Last nig- ugh.  Last night you were practically obliterated, black out drunk. When I brought you back to the room and you fell asleep on my lap, I took a look at what you were wearing and it looked really uncomfortable, so I asked Natalie to come in but she didn't know where any of your stuff was so I took off my shirt gave it to her and stood outside the door while she changed you. When she was done I came back in, thanked her and knocked out on the floor with a pillow and a bed sheet I found in the hallway closet. Before you ask, I fell asleep in your room because I was pretty sure Levi wasn't planning on leaving and he was my ride." He pauses. Right when I begin to speak he continues. "Then this morning I knew your hangover would be killer so I left you some Advil and wanted to make you breakfast in bed but as you can see that didn't work out so well." He finally finishes holding up the burned utensils.