I hadn't realised how drunk I was until we arrived at Harry's apartment.
As I stumbled out of the cab Harry paid the driver and apologised for my constant annoying questions.
Harry helped me up the stairs, my vision was blurry and I kept saying random things.
"Do you think I'm sexy?" My drunken self asked Harry.
"Ummm yeah, you're hot!" He slurred. I had almost forgotten that he was also drunk.
"Am I going to sleep with you in your bed?" My drunken self again asked Harry. I wanted to shove a sock in her mouth so that she would shut the fuck up.
"Ahh yeah if you want, but don't worry I will try not to pull any moves on you!" He chuckle and we both laughed as he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. He pushed the door open with his foot and stumbled over to his bed, gently placing me down on the soft covers,
He turned the lights on and came back over too me. He looked down at me and I could finally see his face properly. He had emerald green eyes, soft curly brown hair and and amazing smile.
I found myself staring at him in absolute amazement, he was the closes thing to a perfect human being that there ever will be.
"I'm so tired." I told him fiddling with the ends of my caramel hair.
"Me too, did you want my tee shirt too sleep in?" He asked pulling his top off. God, Jesus he's fricken ripped! I couldn't help but stare at his perfect body while he undress until he was only in his boxers.
"You right there?" He asked cocking his eyebrow at me and letting out a slight smirk. I could feel my face heat up and thankfully he threw me his tee shirt so that I could cover my face.
"Don't look!" I teased taking my top off revealing my bra. I quickly put his tee shirt on so that he couldn't see anything. I tried un hooking my bra with the tee shirt on but that failed miserably. "Need some help there?" I turned around to find Harry standing right I front of me. He was smiling and it was kind of freaking me out.
"Yes please, but don't get any ideas!" I told him raising my eyebrow so that he got the gist. He put his hands up and said "I'll try not too!". I frowned at him as he walked behind me to do his job.
He slowly undid my bra and I removed my arms from the sleeves so that it could fall off. As my bra fell too the ground I felt Harry's hands run up and down my back. I couldn't help but get goose bumps at his touch. I've been touched by boys before but none of them have had this instant effect on me.
"What are you doing?" I choked.
"Ummm oh you know...nothing." He blurted out. I could see his cheeks flush and he looked at the ground while walking over to the bed.
I removed my jeans but left my panties on because I didn't want things too escalate between us. I awkwardly lay down on the very edge of his bed trying not too touch him.
"Goodnight!" I awkwardly called to him.
"Night Evie!" He replied.
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I woke up in a strange bed next too a strange man.
I sat up and looked around the room. My bra and pants were on the floor. Shit did we have sex. I'm wearing his tee shirt so it would make sense. I can't think straight with my throbbing headache from my hangover. I looked over to the stranger. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. A quiet snore was coming from his parted lips.
"Morning." He said his voice croaky from his slumber. "Did we..." I couldn't finish the sentence as I was too embarrassed. "No we didn't, I would of loved too but you refused." He replied. A sigh of relief came over me. Thank God!
"What's your name again?" I asked him pulling the covers off me.
"Harry, you were a lot more drunk then I thought you were weren't you!" He chuckled.
I nodded my eyes wide open. I sat up off the bed and started to get my clothes together.
"Harry, do you mind if I use your shower?" I asked him as I smelt myself.
"Nahh it's just down the hallway, second door on the right." He called from his bed.
I collected my things and made my way down to the shower. Walking down the hallway I couldn't help but notice the family portraits of Harry and what seems to be a very small family. If I had to guess I would say that it was his mum and sister. I wonder what happened to his father.
Harry was the complete opposite as a child compared to how he is now. He had straight blonde hair and blue eyes. He was a really cute baby.
I opened the bathroom door to find a big modern bathroom with white furnishing and black trimmings, a bit like the rest of his apartment. I placed my clothes down on the toilet seat and undressed my self. I let the water run for a bit so that I could get the right temperature, nice and hot. I sept into the shower with a sigh.
It was nice to be able to wash last night away. The warm water soothed my muscles and made me feel more relaxed.
I was deep in my thoughts when I head the door creak open. I quickly covered myself with my hands and peer outside the tinted glass.
"Harry?" I asked looking at the half naked man before me.
"Ah sorry Evangeline I just really needed to get my razor from the cupboard!" He replied. I nodded and turned away. I heard another creak and the door close and so I finally let myself go.
I turned the taps off and stood in the shower for a while. The cold air crept up by body causing me to shiver and look for a towel. Shit. Where's the towel?
"Harry, can you please get me a towel?" I yelled out to him. Hopefully he understood and will be here quickly, because I'm freezing.
"Yeah sure!" I heard him chuckle and footsteps run up and down the hallway.
"Here!" He said throwing a towel at me from behind the door. I quickly caught the towel and wrapped it around my cold body to dry me. I put my dirty clothes on and walked out into the hallway.
"I'm going to get dress, yell if you need anything." He told me pushing his plate to the side and taking one last gulp of his orange juice before heading back upstairs.
"There's cornflakes in the cupoard and oranhe juice in the fridge help yourself" he yelled from up stairs.
I'm not too sure about my feeling towards Harry. I think he's my friend, but I remember him touching me last night and my goose bumps clearly said that I wanted him, but I'm just not sure if he feels the same way that I think I feel....I think. I'm confusing myself with my emotions and I just need to keep Harry as a friend, for the moment.
I'm interrupted by my thoughts from the buzzing coming from what seems to be Harry's phone on the kitchen's bench. It wouldn't hurt if I looked at it, would it?
Don't do it.
My subconscious tells me. I decide to push her too the side and pick up Harry's phone. I tap the home button and he's miss 8 calls and has 14 texts they all seem to be from......Amielle.
Shit.
A/N Second Chapter, yay!!
