Dirty Mouth

Chapter 4

- Diana Alline -

I was in a daze when I woke up and since it was a Saturday morning I've decided that I wanted to spend the rest of the morning in bed. There was something different about my bed though, it seems to be... bigger. The ceiling looked rather peculiar as well. I opened my eyes wide and shot up straight into a sitting position which caused my head to throb in pain as I took in the unfamiliar navy blue ceiling. The room was big and spacious. There was a canvas with a bizarre-drawing which stood out from the blue walls that hung across the king-sized bed I was sitting on. Well this was definitely not my room. It wasn't Noelle's either, I had been to her house a billion times.

Maybe I was in Jacob's room- WAIT NO. That motherfucker tried to take advantage of my drunken state. Oh My God, did he succeed? Have I lost my virginity? Oh fuck I'm gonna throw up!

I looked around the room desperately and ran towards the waste bin, ignoring the throbbing headache I was giving myself by moving fast, and let out all the contents that were pending to be vomitted out.

"You do know there's a bathroom behind that door right?"

I turned around and saw the last person I would have expected to see, Mr Popular himself, Harry Styles leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.

"You brought me here?" I asked quickly before throwing up again. A look of barely concealed disgust was all over his face when I looked back up.

"No, Edward did. He said something about some guy taking advantage of you or whatever. Man you were so wasted." Jacob...

"Edward?"

"Yeah."

"Edward? Your brother? The guy who dropped out of school?"

"Yes Edward, my brother, the guy who dropped out of school. Now could you please move? I need to clean the waste bin. He told me to take care of you while he's out to get breakfast.

"Oh, sorry about that" I gave him an apologetic smile as I made space for him while he removed the plastic from the bin and brought it out of the room. He came back in with a towel and a hoodie. "Here you can wear this."

"Thanks." I took the stuff from him and closed the door. I headed to the bathroom. The curtains were already closed so I stripped out of my dirty clothes quickly aching to feel the warmth of the water from the shower.

I sighed at the warmth of the water making contact with my bare skin. It was getting a little too hot so I decided to turn off the heat. The cool water was so refreshing and made me feel like I was back at Grandma's having a shower under the waterfall near her house. Basically, it reminded me of her and how I missed her so badly.

I didn't realise I was crying until I looked into the mirror, which reflected my bloodshot eyes. I washed the tear trails off my face. I wrapped the towel around my body and got out of the bathroom. And that was when I heard the door click behind me. The figure was way taller than me and his eyes were darker than his brother's. It was Edward.

"Well..." he cooed.

"OH MY GOD! YOU - I -GET OUT! I'M NAKED! I'M NOT WEARING ANYTHING UNDER THIS TOWEL!" He leant against the door frame with his arms crossing his chest and smirked. "Yeah I know what naked means."

"PLEASE GET OUT!"

"What's wrong love?"

"WHAT'S WRONG?! WHAT'S WRONG IS THAT I'M WRAPPED ONLY IN THIS TOWEL AND THAT YOU ARE STANDING THERE BEING A PERVERT! GET OUT!" I vented out my anger on the beautif-BOY. He had the self - satisfied smirk of a man who knew he was in power, and enjoyed seeing what was in front of him.