Forced To Be With Him 24/7

Chapter 78

"What?! Why are you here?" I hear someone yell and I open my eyes, slowly adjusting.

My head is pounding, my stomach feels like I have drank acid, my body is weak and my eyes burn when I open them.

"I told you I'd come." Another voice follows and its such a beautiful one, my heart flutters.

I adjust to the light seeming in from the windows and realize I'm in my own bedroom in the penthouse. I am wearing pajamas and once I focus on the doorway, I see Harry and Oliver.

"Harold!" I leap, despite my headache and once he hears my voice, he spins around and the biggest smile is slathered across his face.

Thinking this might be a tormenting nightmare again, I breathe in his scent as much as I can to confirm its real.

His hands rack down my body and he pulls me to him so tight I loose my breathe.

"Why are you here?" I ask as I pull away, my volume decreased and now more clam.

"Where were you last night?" He asks suddenly.

I didn't see that coming.

"Out. Like I told you." I say, slightly guarded but still in glee that he is now back.

"Where the fuck was your phone?" He barks suddenly. Oliver is now in between me and Harry.

My hands are on my chest, blindsided and more importantly, shocked that he would say such a thing.

"Hey take it easy." Oliver says and the initial wave of anger flushes off Harry's face.

"You ok?" Ollie asks me and I nod so he leaves slowly.

Harry's tired. He is much more tired than I realized. His eyes have purple lines under them, his hair is tousled, his shirt looks a day old, his lips chapped and complexion pale.

"I'm sorry." He rambles as his hands push his hair back and he moves to sit on the bed.

"Why are you really here baby?" I ask him as his dry hands get ahold of mine and he stares at me as I sit next to him.

"I freaked out last night. I freaked out because you weren't answering my calls." He says as he looks up and stares at me.

"I thought something happened to you so I took the next flight back. I came here, you were gone. I went to campus, found the party, found you in a strangers bed. Carried you out of there with everyone in the party filming me with their phone or trying to grab my dick." He says and I start to laugh since both of us are on the edge of our seats.

"I brought you here and thats when you woke up." He says, the reality of a sleepless night clear in his face. He has been calling me all night and I have ignored him again and again.

Last night is faint in my memory but I know what happened at least.

"Whose bed was it?" He asks suddenly and the reason behind his mood becomes clear. He is worried.

"I don't know. I passed out on the porch." I admit truthfully and his eyes go wide.

"Alone?! Who carried you? What if they did something?" He screams frantically and I put my hand over his mouth to shut him.

"I made friends." I say, not wanting to tell him I passed out on the shoulder of a guy.

"Who?" He asks, his eyes burning into mine.

"Alice and Lucas and John and Jenny and Blake and Alex." I say and he eyes me for a moment.

"His name is also Alex. He must have put me in a bed." I admit to clarify the air. The ground has ears and I might as well tell the truth.