Broken

Chapter 7

Kaitlin's POV

I woke up with a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach and something heavy on my hip. My eyes snapped open, realizing what happened last night. The feeling in my stomach made me momentarily forget and get out of bed. I opened the first door I saw. Closet. Oh god, I hope I find a bathroom before I puke on the carpet. The next door opened and the sight of a toilet washed relief over me. As soon as I got to the toilet, everything I put in my body last night, came out. I felt my hair being pulled back as I emptied my stomach. That was Lauren, right? I didn't really care. Throwing up was the one of the only things I'm scared of. I leaned back, finally stopping. I didn't realize whoever had held my hair had left leaving it in what i think was a pony tail. I heard footsteps an I looked up. Harry walked into the room and handed me a washcloth. I grabbed it from him. Questions started filling my mind. What the hell was Harry doing here? Why was I with harry? That wasn't Harry in the bed, right? Oh god, no no no. I wiped the sweat off my forehead, the cool water felt good.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I nodded. He was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. He reached his hand out to help me stand up, and I took it.

"You look horrible." He noted.

"Thanks?" I replied, not sure where he was going with this.

He laughed at me. I looked in the mirror. He was right. I was super pale and my eyes were bloodshot. My hair was a mess, thanks to his great ponytail. I have no idea where my sweatshirt is, but I was left in my white tank top, which was not the most attractive thing ever. My makeup was smeared all over my face. My mind started wandering.

"Where's Lauren? and what time it it? And where am I?" I asked.

He laughed "I have no idea where Lauren is, probably downstairs somewhere. I think it's about 6:40, and your at my house," He replied.

This is the nicest he's ever been sober to me. I wasn't complaining though, it was just weird.

"Where's my sweatshirt?" I asked, uncomfortable in my tank top.

"I washed it because you spilled your drink all over it," He said.

I put my head in my hands. "Oh my god," I mumbled.

"What?" He asked.

"My moms going to kill me." I said, looking up at him.

He raised an eyebrow at me. I'm not really sure what he is implying so I just stared back at him.

"Just go find Lauren and go to her house then." He said.

That wasn't going to work, but I'm not going to argue with him. I sighed.

"Your phones on my dresser," He said.

I walked around him to go grab it. Hopefully Lauren's parents didn't realize were not there. Lauren had texted me, multiple times.

"Kaitlin what the hell."

"Where are you?"

"Are you okay?"

"Kaitlin, where are you?"

"Kaitlinnnn."

"I'll be on the couch when you wake up."

At least I know where she is. She's probably really pissed at me.

"She tried murdering you last night." Harry said behind me making me jump.

"She what?" I asked.

He just laughed. I followed him downstairs, hoping he would give me my sweatshirt so I could leave. He took me into the kitchen, where Lauren was sitting drinking coffee. She gave Harry an awkward look.