The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter seven

Charlotte's POV
I woke up feeling strange and sweaty. My eyes open and a head of brown waves was laying on my chest, making my heart stop and my eyes widen in fear. I lied there, not knowing what to do.

Did me and Harry have sex? Oh my god, no no, no. Out of all the stupid shit to do when I'm drunk, this was the absolute worst scenario. I couldn't afford this guilt, if this is what actually happened . . I wouldn't forgive myself. That means I was weak and betrayed Evan, he doesn't deserve that.

I try and remember the last memory I have which is the worst feeling in the world, not knowing what you've said or done for at least two hours of your life is not an experience I enjoy going through.

I remember getting drunk by myself in the hotel room and that's it. Nothing else embedded itself into my memory. Oh god, what the fuck have I done?

I try and not send myself into an anxiety attack. I slowly and carefully move Harry's head off of my chest to get off of this bed. Once his head is no longer on my chest, he stirs in his sleep. I watch him lightly snore and wonder how someone can look so good, all the time, no matter what. Although he looked like a God, I still didn't know what occured last night and I'm too afraid to find out.

I look around the room for my shoes and quickly put them on. I hear a husky yawn and I am trembling with anxiety.

"Charlotte, where are you going?" he asks.

I regrettably turn to face him and see his confused and saddened expression. The room was filled with this silence, it wasn't awkward silence. It was a silence of mixed emotions and disappointment. Harry looked at me with such melancholy, but I couldn't go on and let him believe whatever he thought was going on.

"What . . . what happened last night?" I break the silence and Harry scoffs.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." he scoffs, "Of course you don't remember!"

I try and remain calm, but now that Harry is beyond pissed, I can sense something way more serious happened than I believed.

"Well, can you at least explain before you start getting all pissy?" I defend and he rolls his eyes. "D-did we have sex." I ask worriedly.

Harry now is pissed, the angriest I've ever seen him. I was a little scared, but I had to know.

"I ate you out, that's it."

Although he said it like it was no big deal, It was to me. I felt disgusted with myself. I imagined how hurt Evan would be, the thought making tears sting my eyes. Harry saw the first tear roll down my cheek and he got off the bed and stomped towards me.

I backed away from him in fear. Once he saw how afraid I was, his demeanor softened and he calmed himself, but still he had to taunt me.

"Please don't tell me your crying over your sex-depriving boyfriend." He laughs and I feel ready to punch him in his face.

"Of course I'm crying over Evan, you egocentric bastard! He's my boyfriend and I cheated on him, w-w-with . .. you!" I yell in disgust while sobbing.

"With me? You didn't sound disgusted with the idea of it yesterday!"

"I was drunk and you took advantage of me!"

He lets out sarcastic chuckle, "Oh please, obviously you were too drunk to remember that it was you who grabbed my dick! It was you who said all this shit about having feelings for me."

His words hit me and I remember the conversation we had.

"I was scared of falling for you, but I think it's too late. You know? Your always the last person I think about and as much as I've tried convincing myself it's only lust, I know it's not just it. I haven't known you for that long, but I feel this magnetic connection towards you. I think that means something for someone I haven't known that long."