A Five Step Game

~23~ Sick

(Sky's POV)

Harry calls after me as I frantically run into his kitchen. I try to bring a small smile to my face as Jay looks to me, confused. Harry makes it into the room and hands me a glass of water.

"What's going on?" Gemma enters the kitchen with a blanket wraps around her small frame. She looks a bit sick, as if she's got a cold.

I grab the bottle of morning after pills we just got, and take out two before putting it down.

"Nothing, Gem." Harry states, and rubs my lower back as I take the pills.

Before we could protest, Gemma picks up the bottle and reads the cover.

"Seriously?" She looks surprised, yet not at the same time.

"Yes, seriously, now move." Harry yanks the bottle away, pushes past his sister, and walks me to his and Louis shared bathroom

"Go use this, and I'll wait out for you, okay?" He says, while handing me the spermicidal foam kit.

He kisses my forehead as I smile, not showing my teeth, "Okay."

I step into the bathroom and remain sure to lock both doors. I pull out all of the parts and read the side of the box. I sigh, because I'm being told to stick a syringe type thing inside of me and squeeze out the foam.

The cardboard box clearly states that this product does not work as well when you use it after inter coarse, but at this point, I'm going to have to do everything it takes to be on the safe side.

After hopefully using the device correctly, I place all the items into a plastic bag and dispose of them into the trash can.

I step out of the restroom and let out a breath, "I've finished."

Harry hears my voice and turns to me almost immediately, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it stings a little, but that was on the list of symptoms after using it." I shrug.

"I'm so sorry, Sky. I really am. I feel as though this is my fault and I-"

"That's because it is your fault." I spat, and his eye brows furrow.

"Well, actually it-"

"So, now you're denying it so quickly? It's a complete and utter shame that you wouldn't even hesitate to try to make it seem as if you're not guilty when you are. And, God, you would think the school man whore would know how to use a condom!" I flare my arms up as I speak, both limbs make a clapping noise as they hit my sides when landing.

The boy before me gasps in a sort of traumatism that allows a signal for me to back up before he speaks again, "I never said it wasn't my fault, because it is. You're pinpointing this whole thing on me and you know you had something to do with it!"

"Like what, Harry? Helplessly laying there while you slam yourself into me!" I state, scoffing as I finish.

I'm pushed up against the wall within a second, and Harry has his hands on my waist as he speaks into my ear, "Although that's a lovely image for me to think about, I was talking you begging me to slam myself into you."

I gasp and look up to him before pushing him away from me, "Fuck off Styles."

He runs a hand through his hair as I walk away, "Hey, Gemma, how are you feeling?"

I sit beside the tired looking girl and she sits up quickly as I look to her. Her eyes look weak, so she is definitely sick, but she seems to attempt the action of fixing herself up as I sit beside her.