That's What You Get For Waking Up In Vegas

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

*Paige’s POV*

At first, I just stare blankly at him, attempting to make sense of all this despite my dizzying headache. Then I figure he can’t actually be serious about this.

But he looks serious.

My stomach feels like it’s tied in knots, though I don’t think it’s a part of my hangover. Ignoring this, I burst out laughing. “Nice one,” I tell him when my laughter has died down a bit. He just rolls his eyes.

“Look at your hand,” he commands. I look down at my right hand, which is resting on the tiled floor. I don’t see anything of significant value… “You left one,” Harry scoffs.

Oh yeah… I get it now.

I switch my view to my left hand. It’s then that I realize there’s the slightest possibility that it might be true. This makes me forget, although for just a minutes, about my horrendous headache.

“I…I…I don’t…” Everything in my head is clumped together and confusing so that I can’t even string together a simple sentence.

“Here,” Harry holds out a hand to me. I take it, and he helps me up. Although he pulled me up so fast so that I couldn’t fain my balance fast enough, so I end up stumbling into his arms. “What? You didn’t get enough of me last night?” He asks with a cheeky grin.

Awe, now he’s acting normally. Well normal for him at least.

“Nah, it was more of my almost fainting thanks to the stench of your cologne.” I give him my own cheeky grin. As we look into each other’s eyes, I almost feel something, like a little spark, almost.

“Whatever you say to help you sleep at night.” He helps me stand upright, then takes my hand again and leads me to the main room of the hotel. He takes me to the side of the bed and leans down to pick up a sheet of paper on the floor.

Forgetting about what he had told me before, I ask stupidly, “what’s that?” Harry hands me the paper, so that I can see for myself. It takes a second for me to realize what it is through my throbbing head. “Awe hell no.”

“That’s what I thought.” Harry mumbles.

I can’t help it, I make a beeline for the bathroom. Before I reach the toilet however, it comes out. At least I made it to the sink though.

“Well, at least now I know that the feelings about this relationship are mutual.” Harry states.

“Whatever,” I mutter, wiping my mouth.

“Here,” Harry hands me a wad of toilet paper.

“Thanks,” I use the wad to wipe my mouth off better. “Do you even remember what happened last night?”

“No, I was actually hoping that you would.”

“Shit,” I mumble under my breath.

“Well, we can try pick-pocketing.” He suggests.

“Pick-pocketing?”

“Yeah, we’ll go through our pockets and try to piece things together.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Yeah…”

“Let’s go do this,” I quickly say before things can get any more awkward.

“Well, I’m actually wearing my pants, so I don’t need to go anywhere,” Harry says snarkily.

I stick my tongue out at him. “You know you enjoy it.”