Fallen // h.s.

Thirty

I woke up this morning with a pounding headache, which wasn't surprising seeing as though I got shitfaced last night. It felt like someone was playing drums inside of my head. Like someone had lit a fire under my head. I groaned and curled deeper into my comfy bed pulling the duvet off from my face. And this is why I normally don't get drunk very often. That's when I noticed it was quiet bright outside.

What time is it?

I laid for a little while looking at the ceiling trying to figure out what the hell happened last night. And that's when last night's events flood back into my mind, the images and voices as clear as though it is being played like a movie in front of me.

Holy shit I told him! I told him I loved him! Why out of all the people in this world, is this happening to me? I didn't ask for this. The thing is, I don't really remember what he said after that. Did he love me too?

I just remembered a couple of things. I remember dancing with Derek was it? I didn't remember very well. I also remember being brought to the bathroom, but after that it all goes completely blank up to the part where I tell Harry I love him.

I started to wake up and as I slowly started to gain conscious, I could hear footsteps heading towards my room. I slowly sat up straight noticing Harry coming with a glass of water and something in his hands, probably some pills to fix my headache.

"I'm never drinking again." I moan receiving the glass form Harry. After what I told him last night I wasn't expecting him to stay.

"Yeah, I've heard that one before." Harry points out chuckling lightly to himself.

Why was he acting so relaxed? Maybe I'm missing out something form last night. "Harry?" I asked looking at him once I drank the two Advil pills he brought me. "What happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" He said a bit surprised, maybe even a bit relieved.

"I remember just bits and pieces but there are still parts that are completely unknown to me."

"Do you remember last night?"

"Uh yeah kind of."

"What exactly to do you remember from last night?"

"I remember seeing Niall and Bianca Thompson, and I remember dancing with this guy I think his name was Derek." I said thoughtfully remembering his name. "Damian, his name was Damian. Bianca and Niall didn't want me to get close to him and then everything goes blank."

"Wow so you missed out on a lot." He said chuckling at me.

"Please tell me I didn't go crazy and danced on top of a table." I said hoping for the best as Harry laughed at me.

"I wouldn't know. I wasn't there to presence the drunk you the whole night."

"I feel like you are hiding something form me. Ugh what embarrassing thing did I do?" I said face palming myself at his expression.

"You...danced with me." He said smirking at me.

"I? Emma Montclaire danced with you? You have to be kidding me Harry." I said not really believing him. Although as I think about it, drunken Emma is capable of doing anything. The fact that I told Harry how I felt just proves it.

"Is it that hard to believe?"

"Actually it is. Even drunk I wouldn't dance with you."

"You know I like drunk Emma better." He said making me roll my eyes as he turned his back to me heading to the kitchen.

"I-I also remember telling you what I felt..." I said slowly as he stopped in his tracks not turning around.

"I don't know what you are talking about Emma."

"I know what I said Harry. I remember perfectly what I told you and I'm sure you remember too."

By now he must have realized there wasn't any point of fighting because he knew I was right.

"Do you still feel the same?" He asked still not turning around. Why wasn't he looking at me?

I stood up from my bed trying not to make a sound and placed my hand on the back of his shoulder trying to make him turn around but he wouldn't budge. It was like he was hiding from me and I couldn't take it. I couldn't remember what he said after I told him I loved him and curiously was killing me inside.

I know he said he didn't love me, or cared for me and I know he said he didn't want to hear me, speak to me or look at me but I felt like something had changed. I felt it as soon as he entered my room with a glass or water and Advil pills. I know something had changed because after what I had told him last night he decided to stay in my apartment. Yet again, I could always be wrong.

"Why don't you look at me Harry?" I asked confused.

"Because I'm scared of what you are going to say." He said softly.

"Harry I remember telling you I loved you." I said my hand still on his shoulder. It seemed like he had stopped breathing for a moment. "I still do... nothing has changed."

"So you are okay with what I told you?" He asked still not turning around.

"I actually don't remember much after I told you I loved you so I was hoping you would tell me now."

He was a bit quiet at first but I immediately knew what was his answer once he crashed his lips into mine in a passionate kiss. After a while the sweet, gentle kiss became a lot rougher. As if I would suddenly disappear from his grasp. It's not like I'm going anywhere Harry, but he didn't seem to realize that. Nevertheless I could feel my heart beating rapidly inside my chest. The force of his mouth is almost painful as his actions show desperation and hunger, before pulling away from me.

"I love you Emma Montclaire." He said his eyes filled with happiness though I could sense a bit of sadness in them.

"I love you too Harry Styles." I said before pulling him into another kiss.

"So what about that date?"