Taylor's POV
I woke up in my bed, nude. I had a throbbing headache. Harry was next to me. Oh my god! I thought. This is why I don't drink! I quickly pulled on some sweatpants and a t-shirt that had a cat on it. Speaking of cats, where's Meredith?! Oh my god! Why did I agree to this party?! I searched the house, with the throbbing headache still.
"Meredith? Mere bear!" I called, and started bawling. I couldn't stand losing her. The only people still in my house were Abigal, Selena, and Harry. They were all sleeping. I walked all throughout the house. I counted about 15 slices of half eaten pizza, a bunch of mini hotdogs, four puke stains, and a ton of empty cups and plates. My house was a mess. But right now, all I cared about was my cat. I took a deep breath, and stood there, holding my throbbing head. I felt bile rise in my throat, and ran for the bathroom. I kneeled down, and puked in the toilet, for about ten minutes. Then, I heard a small meow behind me.
There she was.
My panic had gone down a level, now that I had Meredith. I went into the kitchen, careful not to step on what looked like someone’s puke. I knew the best thing to deal with hangover was to eat good food and drink lots of water. So, I poured myself a glass of water, took an Advil, and started making an omelet. I looked at the clock on the wall. It read 9:30 AM. My omelet was finished, and I ate it. Then I called my cleaning service, and scheduled them to come in two hours. I went upstairs, and into the extra bedroom, where I watched some Grey’s Anatomy. Soon, Selena came and found me, with Abigail tailing her.
“So what happened last night?” I asked.
“Well, you got so drunk. At about 1:30, you took Harry up to your room. Everyone finally left at about 2:30. That’s the short version.”
“Well what did I do?”
“Well, you went mattress surfing, did backflips, and ate an entire key lime pie in under 3 minutes.” Abigail said.
“Oh, god. Guys! This is why I don’t drink! What if someone got pictures?! What if the press sees?! I have an image to uphold! Think of all those little girls looking up to me! Guys!” I whined, and started freaking out.
“Tay, calm down. You’ll be fine. No one took pictures.” Abigail said, soothingly, while rubbing my back, and giving me a hug. I took a deep breath, and hugged both of my friends. I was so glad I had them. Now I needed to talk to Harry.
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Misunderstood (A Taylor Swift and Harry Styles FanFic)
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