My Tourmaline

Chapter Eleven

It was quarter past midnight, and I was yawning every two seconds. I wanted to wait up for Harry as I knew he would come at some
point, but I was falling asleep. The only way I could think to wake myself up was to have a drink. I cracked open the champagne which was left over from the other day , and began gulping it from the bottle, the icy cold fizz filling the back of my throat.

***
I looked at the clock, it was already quarter to one in the morning, and I was wide eyed, the room spinning slightly as I realised I was feeling very tiddly. I began to watch this random programme where animals spoke, and I began to chuckle to myself. After about five minutes, I decided I wanted to play dress up. I couldn't explain why, but the amount of alcohol I had went to my head and I was getting excited at the idea. I turned on my stereo, blasting numerous old classics as I slipped on a tight blue dress, showing off every curve in my body. I then applied thick amounts of foundation and mascara, with bright pink lipstick just for the hell of it. I began to dance, running through the living room and throwing my hands everywhere, shaking my bum frantically and singing at the top of my voice. I was in my own little world, my body growing more and more numb the more I threw energetic dance moves.

I heard a loud knock at my door. I clumsily ran straight for it, slipping over in the process so I fell on my back. Although I was feeling pretty numb, it hurt. I rose to my feet, holding my back as I approached the door. When I opened it, there stood the gorgeous goddess, in a tight gret t shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. He was leant on the side of the door, with a rose in hand.

His eyes widened, as he eyed me up and down, his mouth parting.

"Why Hello there, beautiful. You.... You look amazing" he said in his low husky voice, biting his lip as he continued to stare me up and down.

"You are late." I pouted. "Is that for me?!"

I lurched forward, taking the rose from his hand.

"Uhm... Yes... Yes it is." He laughed. "Not that I had a choice in the matter."

"Well come in!" I shouted, shuffling inside for Harry to follow me.

He was gazing around the apartment, music still blasting, tv still on and clothes and makeup scattered about the floor.

He frowned, his eyes darkening as he spotted the empty champagne bottle. I couldn't focus his face properly, but my mind decided he wasn't happy, and the alcohol infusing my mind with odd concepts thought it best to sit on the floor in the kitchen....

"Why couldn't you have just waited? Hmm?"

He raised his voice a little as he walked round to the kitchen, looking at me slumped on the floor, my head in my hands.

"You were very not on timmee, and I needed to ssstay awake." I slurred gesturing to him in a floppy manner.

"I don't like it when girls drink by themselves. Trust me when I say it makes them vulnerable."

He sat down beside me, sighing as he put his hand on my knee.

"You really put me on edge, you know that?" He smirked.

"Don't touch me H..Harry. I'm vulnerable, rememberrrr?"

I acted shocked, clasping my hands to my mouth and not taking my eyes off Harry's hand on my knee. What am I saying ?

I felt Harry's presence go for a moment, maybe longer? Who knows! I put my head in my hands as I heard clattering. The room was spinning and my ears were ringing. I am 100% a lightweight.

"Drink this."

Harry knelt down in front of me, handing me a glass of water. I sat and gulped it all, placing the glass on the floor beside me as I smiled at him.

"Thanks."

"You tired?"

"Nope!! Absolutely NOT. Are you? Shall we.... Watch friends?" I asked, as I got up, sliding over to the sofa and plonking myself down on it in an untidy fashion.

"If that's what you want, beautiful." He replied, following my action of sitting on the sofa.

"Cuddle me." I whispered, opening my arms up. This drink was making me rather desperate for physical contact, and was giving me way too much confidence. This could be exciting....

"You read my mind" he smirked, biting his lips.

"Come here you." He clicked his fingers and pointed down to his legs.

"Steady on" I winked, as he rolled his eyes in response. I placed myself in between his legs, my back against his front as he wrapped his arms around me. I clicked the remote, turning on friends.

***

I started sobering up, my thoughts becoming clear of what on earth I did tonight. I was still led on Harry, eyes wide open staring at the end credits. Harry's breathing had settled, and I realised he had fallen asleep. I turned myself round, and began to stare at him.
His eyes shut and his nostrils flared as he lay in dream world. I didn't want to wake him, so I slowly stood up, tiptoeing to the opposite side of the room, picking up the blanket and placing it over him.

"Shhhh" I whispered stroking the side of his face, and kissing his forhead as he began to stir in his sleep.

I slowly tiptoed over to my room, lightly closing the door behind me as I slipped out of the tight dress, and shoved on a loose nightie. I climbed into bed, the cold sheets shocking my skin as I shivered to myself. I cuddled the sheets, until I drifted off into a field of black. What a random night...