Niall & Harry Take Miami (22 Times Series)

Chapter Three

{Chapter Three}

            My head’s throbbing painfully and I can hear the pounding in my ears. I raise my head, but it’s heavy and it falls back to the pillow. I have a burning sensation in my stomach, liquid rushes up to my throat and I swallow it. I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. Good grief… Rubbing my forehead I manage to sit up. My eyes take what’s surrounding me, and I know I’m not in the hotel. This seems more like a bedroom. Taking off the duvet off me, I notice I’m only wearing my Calvin Klein boxers and I’m shirtless. My clothes are on the carpet and I moan in pain when I move my legs and touch the cold floor.

            I stay sat on the bed, trying to know what the hell is happening. I rub my eyes and look behind me. I’m not surprised to see Savannah on the bed. I have no idea of what happened last night. There are scenes in my head about kissing her in the club, making out in the taxi, but I don’t know what happened when we got here. I am scared to find out.

            I hope I didn’t lose my virginity to a random girl after saving it for my princess.

            Savannah’s arms are in the back of her head, her lips are parted and her cheeks are glowing. The duvet only covers up to her waist, revealing her animal print bra. I feel heat in my cheeks and I pull it up to her chest. I noticed a few red spots in her neck and I touch them. Oh my God, did I make those?

            “Hm…” She opens her eyes and I pull myself back. She stares at me for a moment until she shut her eyes, rubbing her forehead letting out a low moan. Savannah sits up and doesn’t mind being half naked in front of me, “Niall…”

            “Good morning.” I try to smile. This is beyond awkward. “What happened last night?”

            She looks a bit shy at me, which surprises me, last night she was an animal. She ignores me and she gasps, “What time is it?” She throws the duvet off her and she takes the clock in her hands, “It’s almost twelve. Oh my God, what have I done?” She covers her mouth, standing up. My eyes try to avoid her panties and her soft-looking legs.

            “I-Is there something wrong?” I hesitate.

            “You have to go.” She whispers running her fingers through her curly hair, while she puts a hand on her hip as she paces back and forth in a desperate way.

            “W-why? I thought we were…”

            “Nothing.” She interrupts, “You need to leave your butt right now. I’m so sorry.”

            “I’m not leaving until you tell me what happened last night.”

            “Baby, I’m home!” Savannah and I looked at each other with widen eyes.

            “He’s here!” She whispers and grabs my clothes, and pushes them until my chest. I grab her wrist before she goes anywhere.

            “You’re married?”

            “I didn’t mean to kiss you or anything, I was drunk. Please, leave.” She begs, opening the window, “You might think I’m a slut, but I am not.”

            “Savannah…”

            “You’re thinking that, that was just one night and nothing more will happen, right?” She asks guilty is clear in her voice.

            “Yeah of course.” She sighs in relief and I’m somehow hurt. I get out and before I leave I look at her.

            “…but am I ever going to see you again?” I ask. She smiles and shakes her head, holding the window.