Before The End (One Direction)

17. Sex, Love and New life

This chapter is huge. I didn't realize how huge it had gotten until it was too late lol so buckle up for the long run I guess. The song is A thousand years by Christina Perri. I think it describes the feelings really well.

Harry's POV ~

I woke up before the sun had risen again the next morning and immediately felt the urge to vomit. I was on the floor bent over the waste basket so fast that I didn't even notice the naked sleeping form of Annie curled up next to me. Her presence only became clear when she placed one of her tiny comforting hands on my back. I flinched away unintentionally startled by her presence before entering another unfortunate round of retching. When it finally ended, I looked back at her helplessly. I hated when people saw me like this. It was bad enough under the view of Louis stare, but for Annie to be here was a whole new round of intimidating. Being seen by her nearly naked if not for my boxers with my sweat drenched body shaking as I struggled to keep my dinner down was nothing short of humiliating.

She met my expression with a soft smile. "Maybe an entire bag of animal crackers wasn't the best thing for you while your ill?" She giggled slightly grabbing my hand in her small petite one. It was warm and soft, whereas mine was clammy. "Are you good now?"

I nodded without meeting her eye. I felt the rosy color build up in my cheeks.

"Let's get you cleaned up then." She pulled me off the floor away from the waste basket and headed off towards the restroom.

"I'm sorry," I muttered pathetically as we crossed the room. She'd pulled my blanket off the bed and was using it to cover most of her body like a poorly constructed toga. From behind, I still had a clear view of most of her bum. I had to look at the floor to keep from staring.

She paused. "Harry we had sex three times last night. The least I can do is help you get through this." She laughed. "You did say I was as close as you'd known to an expert in all things sober."

She was being sarcastic, but something about it took a weight of sorts off of me. Her acceptance of me as I was, was something no one else had truly given me. She didn't treat me as if the fact that I was in withdrawals was a negative thing. She acted as though it was just a happening or a process that sucked while it was there, but would eventually become another blip on the radar. It wasn't a big deal to her. And something about that made me smile.

She was also not lying when discussing the multiple rounds of sex we'd had. We had in fact had sex twice while the boys were away and one rather quiet go at it after they got back at close to three in the morning. I assumed they'd just thought I was asleep. Though I heard them walk in, no one barged into my room as I'd expected they would. That made it pretty easy to pretend I wasn't in my room having really great sex with a really insanely hot strange girl.

Annie was great in bed, and unlike any girl I'd ever slept with. She was assertive and fun. It wasnt like the hot drunken lustful sex I'd had during my one night stands with random girls in bars, cars, and hotel rooms. There wasn't any of the heightened intensity that came when having a one night stand. It was slow and giggly and casual. It was comfortable. It was the kind of sex that made you want to have more sex with that person not for erotic purposes but just because you liked to be close to them. It made me feel happy in a way I'd never felt before.

It was the first time I'd ever spent the night with a girl. I'd always made sure I was gone before they woke up, or even before they were even asleep in the first place. Even Cory and I never slept in the same bed together. I'd gone to sleep scared that Annie would be gone before I awoke, and found the complete opposite to be true. She was not only here, but being incredibly caring. Something told me this wasn't a one night stand.