I woke up to a not so good feeling in my stomach, or in my throat, and my head. I felt sort of nauseous actually. I opened my eyes to face Harry's sleeping face. I wonder what time is it. I felt the naseous feeling growing inside of me, "Harry?" I say. He did a groaning voice, showing that he was awake. "Where is the bathroom?"
"Right behind you." His voice sounds muffled, but it was such a nice voice to hear in the morning. I looked behind me, and realised how stupid I sound for asking that question. I quickly stood up and walked towards the bathroom, closing the door not bothering to lock it.
I suddenly felt like throwing up, so I ran towards the toilet and bent over it. Why was I throwing up? Was I getting sick or something?
"Rose?" Harry's voice came, and I heard the bathroom door open as he walked in. He pulled my hair back and massaged my back. "Oh God, did you even drink that much last night? Or did Louis gave you some sort of drink?" He asks.
After finished with throwing up, I leaned on the wall. "Are you crying? Oh my God, come here." He says, wrapping me in his arms. He leaned on the wall and sat on the floor, putting me on his lap sitting sideways.
"Sorry, I always cry when I throw up for some reason." I say,resting my head on his chest as he rubbed my arms. "And yes, Louis gave me a drink. Why?"
"Oh God, that drink is the most alcoholic we have. One sip of it and boom." He says. "But you were surprisingly not that crazy yesterday so I didn't realise. Until I saw you throw up...is it your first time drinking?" He asks.
"Yeah." I say, clearing my throat because of the pain. He lifted me up and carried me back to the bed. "Stay here, I'll get you some water." He says, walking out of the room.
He walks back and hands me a glass of water. I drank from it and go back to laying down, drifting back to sleep. I opened my eyes again and noticed that Harry wasn't next to me anymore. I stood up and walked out of his room. The smell of breakfast food filled the air, and the sound of people's voices was heard from downstairs. Wait...people?I walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. But before I could take one last step, I heard someone say, "So did you get it last night, Haz? Remember that this mansion might be expensive but it ain't sound proof." Someone who sounds like Louis says, a bunch of laughter filled the room including Harry's. Guess I'm not the first to give him that nickname or did Harry tell them that I called him that and now they are using it on him. I heard a girl's laughter too, and I knew it was Claire's. Oh, she stayed the night too. Of course she did what am I thinking. I wonder who else is there. I finally decided to stop eavesdropping and walk inside the kitchen.
"Hey." I say. "Oh look, the princess is awake. Morning! Please take a seat. We are still cooking." Louis says.
"Giving your shirt, ay Haz?" Niall says, wiggling his eyebrows while everyone chuckled. It was then that I just realised that I wasn't using my dress anymore. I was only using his shirt and my undergarments. Thankfully, his shirt was long and it rested in the middle of my thighs. Oh my God...did Harry change me? Better ask him later.
I spot Claire, Niall, Louis and someone who I assume is Louis' girl cooking in the kitchen. Liam and Harry were sitting on the chairs next to the kitchen counter. There was one seat left and I decided to sit on it. "Oh no you don't, come here." Harry says, grabbing me by the hem of my, well technically, his shirt and tugging it towards his direction.
He placed me on his lap and squeezed my thigh while giving me a morning kiss. "Morning, babe." He says. "Morning." I giggle to him. The food was then ready and the girl who I never knew what her name was made eye contact with me. She was gorgeous, like a model. She smiled a friendly smile at me and shook my hand, "Hi, my name is Eleanor and I assume you are Rosaline." She says. I smiled back and shook her hand, "Yup, nice to meet you."
As the food was placed in front of me, the scent of it was amazing. "How do you guys know how to cook? I can't even make a simple scrambled egg." I groan. "Niall taught us." Louis says, pointing to Niall.
Just then, I was distracted by a spoon of food in front of me. Harry was holding it. Oh I see what's happening here. "Thanks but I can eat by myself, not like the child that you are." I say, remembering the actions from the night before.
He chuckled, "I've grown remember? I finally manage to take off my own pants." He whispered then winked at me. I laugh at him and let him feed me.
"Who's the baby now?" He said a bit too loud, making me choke. The others focused their attention on me and him. "Wow, nice going Haz you almost killed her." Louis says, shaking his head while the other chuckled. Liam handed me a glass of water and I drank from it. "Relax guys, Harry is the youngest, he doesn't understand yet. Don't flirt when she is eating Haz." Niall says.
Harry made an eyeroll at him, "Why don't you go up and shower first? I'll catch up with you." He says to me. I did what he told me to do, knowing that he doesn't want me to hear embarassing stories of him. As I walked up the stairs, I accidentally bumped into a blonde haired girl. How many people are there in this house?
"Oh sorry, my name is Perrie. I'm Zayn's girlfriend." Perrie says. I shook her hand and introduced myself too. Zayn has a girlfriend?
"The others are waiting downstairs." I say. "Oh yeah I could hear them. Just waiting for Zayn." I nod at her and went upstairs.
As I tried to remember which was Harry's room, a door that i passed open and Zayn came out. "Rosaline." He says, giving me a friendly smile. I smiled back, "Morning Zayn. The others are waiting downstairs."
"What are you doing? Having a tour around the house?" He asks. "Actually, I'm looking for Harry's room. I have seem to have forgotte where his room is. I want to take a shower." I say.
"Oh it's right there. The only one which doesn't have its door closed." He says, pointing to it. I thanked him and walked towards Harry's room.
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Until We Meet Again
FanfictionEveryone has their moments. Moments of feeling lost, happiness, annoyance. Are any of you still trying to figure out your future? Are you the only one out of your friends that seems to not have their lives planned out? Well, if you are, you're not a...