Over Again

Chapter Fourteen

The following morning I woke up in an empty bed, in an unfamiliar hotel room. I assumed it was the same hotel the reception was held at, because I doubt I would’ve been able to get any further considering how drunk I was. Or at least I think I was…either way, this hangover was killing me. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table; thank god the curtains were closed so the room was as dark as it could get at 11am. I turned the lamp on and looked around at the empty spot beside me – someone had obviously been sleeping there earlier. After a few minutes of trying to regain consciousness, I realized I needed to go to the toilet and it was at that point, before I stood up, that I realized I was completely naked apart from my pair of lace underwear. Did I just have a one nightstand? Great – I promised myself before leaving Australia that England Georgia wouldn’t do that in London. My bursting bladder distracted me from my thoughts and I ran for the bathroom. As I was washing my hands, I heard the door into the room open. Fuck, I thought to myself. I looked around for a robe but there didn’t seem to be any so I ended up settling for a hand towel that barely covered my chest. I tried to fix my hair in the mirror before poking my head through the bathroom door.

“Harry?” I asked. I wasn’t completely sure if it was him or not, because whoever it was had just opened the curtains and my eyes were still adjusting to the glare. He walked closer towards me and I gave a sigh of relief to see it was Harry. He handed me a cup of coffee, and I took it willingly with one hand still trying to keep the towel on my chest. He had a slight smirk on his face, which gave away the intense gaze he had directed at my breasts. “Eyes up here douche.” I asserted before walking past him, barging into his shoulder on purpose. Placing the coffee onto a table, I searched for my clothes; only to realize the only clothes I had was my bridesmaid’s gown. I didn’t bother wearing it again, just in case I had relatives or friends who were staying in the hotel – it’d be horrific if any of them saw me doing the walk of shame. Speaking of which. “Harry, did we…you know…last night?” I don’t know why I was being so naïve about it, we’d had sex before. I could see him try to hold in a laugh just as he sipped on his coffee.

“No, no, no.” He reassured me with a chuckle. “Actually, we almost did. You were getting naked and then some guy from the hotel knocked on our door with some noise complaints, about you may I add, so I had to go apologize and when I came back you were completely out of it.”

“Oh, good.” I replied sheepishly.

“Such a shame, actually. You were all over me last night, forcing me to ‘order condoms’. In a way I’m kind of glad I barely see you that off your face.”

It was only until Harry mentioned last night that I remembered. I remembered just how much I’d cried over him. I remembered the promise I made to myself before coming back home – that I wouldn’t let myself get attached again. But just like that I was madly in love with Harry Styles all over again. I guess I was still a little drunk too, because I had gone against my better judgement.

“Well, did you?” I asked him in the most seductive tone I could manage.

“Did I what…?”

“Get condoms,” I replied before dropping the towel and jumping on Harry like an animal. I wrapped my legs around his hips and kissed him as passionately as I could, I’d been waiting so long for that. I heard his cup drop to the ground and he hissed a little as the hot coffee splashed back at his feet. I pulled my mouth away from his, “Shit, are you okay?” I asked as I hopped off him.

“I think I just burnt my foot,” He groaned through gritted teeth.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I rummaged through the minibar for ice and immediately placed it on Harry’s foot. “I’m an idiot, oh my god. I don’t think this is going to help much, you should probably call the front desk for a first aid kit or something.”

Harry reached for the phone, dialled the front desk and waited for it to ring. “Hey, could we get a first aid kit for room 403? Yeah, no, I just dropped some freshly made coffee on my foot…uh huh, okay. Thanks. Oh! And would you be able to bring up a box of condoms up here as well?”

“HARRY!” I glared at him. Did he really just ask that? Unbelievable.

“Uh…bring up a large. Alright, yeah, okay, thanks.” He hung up the phone and turned back to me with a mischievous smirk.

“You’re a fucking freak, you know that?” I scolded him.

“The first aid kit is on its way,” Harry replied casually, “I am enjoying this topless sexy nurse thing going on though.” He gestured at my nude state.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes, getting up to give him a peck on the lips. “You’re an idiot.”