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seven

The rest of the night was a blur for me. How Harry and I ended up getting home and especially how I ended up in the guestroom bed, where Harry laid next to me.

The morning sun was peeking through the curtains on the window. My head was too buried in the pillow to see the clock on the wall and something told me that my body wasn't capable of much today. I turned to head to see Harry sleeping peacefully next to me. My eyelids felt heavy, so I fell asleep again.

Next time I woke up, Harry wasn't next to me anymore. I gathered the little of strength to finally get out of bed. Glancing on the clock on the wall it showed that it was close to 3 PM in the afternoon. I found a big glass of water and a pack of aspirin on the bedside table right next to me. I took a pill, drank up the whole glass of water and walked out of the room.

Harry was standing in the kitchen, making some food. "Morning beautiful. How are you feeling?"

I rubbed my face, trying to feel more awake. "What do you think?" I mumbled and sat down on the stool by the counter. "Never again."

"Well, it looked like you had a lot of fun yesterday," he chuckled.

"If only I remembered it," I sighed. "How and when did we come home?"

"Around 4 or 5 AM and this guy drove us home."

"What guy?"

"Will or something," he mumbled, fiddling with something. "Wait, William! His name was William, he said.

"Oh, dear god," I mumbled as my head fell into my palms. "Oh, dear god," I repeated. It was fine that Harry had to deal with drunken-me, but William? My ex-boyfriend William, that I dated to try to get over Harry.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, trying to meet my eyes.

"Yeah, I mumbled. "Did William offer to drive us?" My head started to spin by trying to think of what happened.

"Karlie said that he could drive us and that you two were friends so it was alright..."

Of course, it had to be Karlie. "Where was I when this happened?"

"You were pretty much passed out on my shoulder," he laughed.

"Well then," I raised by brows, biting my lips. "What happened then?"

"He drove us home and that was it. I mean, he wasn't talking so much, but I tried to make a conversation."

"What did you talk about?"

"I asked about how he knew you?"

My heart rate raised. Even though, we had broken up, I didn't want him to know that I had dated anyone after him. "What did he say?"

"That you two met through Karlie," he simply said.

It seemed like their conversation didn't go any further, so I didn't talk about it anymore. He proudly handed me a plate full of food that he had cooked himself.

The rest of the day, we spent on having a Friends marathon, which ended up with a discussion about which character we would be in the series. We came to the conclusion that I would be Monica and Harry would be Chandler, mostly because both of them always told terrible jokes.

After we finished season one, Harry turned off the TV. I looked at him with confusion.

He let out a deep sigh, before pacing around in the living room.

"Is everything okay, Harry?"

His jaw clenched. "Let's do something!"

My brows furrowed in confusion. I wondered if he still had alcohol left in his body. "What do you mean?"