Artifice

Last Night

"Why did you leave that girl?" I asked.

I kept my eyes set on the night life of the streets. The city was lit up at night with people scattering around to continue their Friday night festivities.

Harry was in the drivers seat concentrated on the road and though my mind was hazy I still had many questions.

"Where do you live?" He asked again.

Besides him asking me the directions to my apartment he didn't say a word.

"I told you already down this street. The brick building." I pointed at the brick building a few meters away.

He swiftly turned into the buildings parking garage, parking in an empty space and getting out of the car.

"Where are you going?" I almost screamed stumbling out of the car.

"I'm helping you to your room." His voice was stern.

I hated how he was treating me like a child.

"Woah-" I leaned to the side trying to balance myself. Harry's arm wrapped around my waist and straightened me up.

"See, you need my help."

"Whatever."

I guided him to my apartment, pushing most of my weight to his body that was still partially holding me up.

I fumbled inside my purse for my keys.

My hands shook around trying to put the key in the hole.

"Dammit Eva," he said impatiently, grabbing the keys and opening the door for me.

"You're rude."

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I was awake, but being awake meant the consequences of last night making an appearance. I didn't want to be awake.

I could feel the sickness in my stomach and a throbbing pain in my head already.

A loud ring interrupted my denial of the state I was in and I groaned. My hand reached for my phone that was on my nightstand.

"Fuck," I mumbled when the bright screen turned on.

A series of text were lined up on my screen, most from Liz and one from Harry?

I opened up the one that read his name.

*Hope you slept well.*

My jaw hung slightly opened as flashbacks of last night entered my conscious. Not much was there, I could recall lots of dancing and vodka, and Harry but only in flashes.

*How did you get my number?*

I replied and slumped deeper inside my pillows and blanket.

The damn phone rang again.

I decided to read through Lizzy's text first, she replied to mine from last night and told me that she was staying over at someone's house and to not wait up on her.

*You gave it to me last night.*

Why would I ever?

*Liar.*

I smoothed circles around my temples and took deep breaths.

Just sitting up in bed was torture, getting up was worse. My clothes from last night were neatly folded on the side of my bed, my underwear and bra being on the very top.

God, no.

Not remembering all the events of last night terrified me, especially since the biggest blur was the time I spent with Harry.

My phone rang and I dove for it.

*Coffee?*

I accepted the offer and told him to meet me at the little coffee shop I worked at part time.

My curiosity and paranoia of what partook last night was way stronger than the dislike I felt towards him.