Unethical

Chapter 28: Sorry

My head bangs hard as their is a huge headache growing once I wake up. I groan at the pain internally. Sitting up on the bed, my eyes open and I suddenly glance at everything completely confused. This isn't my room! The bed moves a bit, I turn to the other side of the bed only to find Harry laying in it. My eyes widen, and I pull myself out of the bed fast.

I watch him in pure shock. Then I feel naked halfway from my body. I then realize I wear one of his shirts.

Oh no! Did we? NO, please no!

Fuck!

I open a door, determined to find the restroom, but am met with a closet instead. Trying the door beside it, I then am met with a dark restroom. Turning the lights on, I step into it and lock the door. There's a small, white sink and besides sits a toilet. I use the small mirror hanged on the wall to examine my face.

"You slut!" I whisper to my reflection, disappointed in myself.

I had never drank, and the one time I do, I just had to fuck around. How could I let this happen? But how did Harry have the balls to take advantage of my drunken state to fuck me?

My head feels like it's ready to explode. I have so many fucking questions bubbling into my head and this hangover isn't helping.

How did we end up in this place? How did I allow Harry to do this?

Suddenly, I feel like I'm running out of breath. Tears start rolling down my cheeks.

I decide to try and get fresh air, but regret it the second I open the bathroom door and almost bump into Harry.

He looks sleepy, but when he notices I can't catch my breath, his face turns into a concerned one.

"Emma, what's wrong?" His voice comes out raspier than usual.

Acting out in anger of him using me, I try to ignore the breath that isn't making it fully into my lungs, and curl my hands into fists and begin to just punch and push Harry back.

"Why did you take advantage of me? I was drunk you asshole!" 

He tries to hold me still, trying to grip my hands, and after a few seconds, he manages to stop me. Which only makes me cry harder, because I didn't let all my anger out on punching him.

"What? Emma, I didn't!" He tries to keep me hostage.

"Let me go!" Now all I'm trying to do is escape his hold.

"Emma, we didn't do anything! I didn't touch you at all." He tries to sound convincing.

"Why am I wearing your shirt then? You liar! Last night, you used me as a fake girlfriend...why should I believe any of this?" I begin to try and hit him again, but he only squeezes tighter, kind of hurting my wrists now.

"Emma stop!" He jerks me towards him, and both of our chests bump into each other.

I stop the fight, and let tears roll. I look into his eyes, so he can see my pain, and maybe he'll feel pity and be honest for once.

"We didn't do anything Emma." He whispers softly. Harry almost convinces me for a moment, but I know better than that.

"You're such a liar, isn't that what you wanted? And of course, since I was drunk, it was the best way for you to get it!" My voice breaks here and there. Harry's eyes study me carefully.

"I do want you Emma, but not like that. I'm a dick, I'll admit it...but I wouldn't do you like that."

"You expect me to believe that, after what you did last night at your friend's house?" I try once again to pull myself out of his hold, because he has me too close and I hate it.