Project: CA, U.S.A. | Harry Styles AU

Chapter 6

"What the..-" I managed to start before I felt myself falling backwards, as he stumbled over his own feet and pulled me with him to the ground. A few moments later, a piercing pain, like a stabbing knife, made its way into the back of my head. I groaned and my eyes fluttered open while my left hand rubbed the sore spot on my head. As my brain started to function again, I realized that I was not only laying on the ground, but the seemingly lifeless weight above my body was recognized as no other than a very lively Harry.

My vision cleared and I found the tips of his lips turned slightly upwards, showing off his lopsided grin along with his left dimple, right above me.

"Eager, aren't we, love?" his low voice was even raspier, now that he was drunk. I tried to ignore the goosebumps, that appeared on my neck. I felt hot puffs of air hit my skin, while he chuckled lowly. Just then, I realized the position we were in. And the nickname he called me.

"You serious?" I frowned. "It was obviously you, who used me as your stumbling-rescue and pulled me down along with you." The words came out more as a choke due to his lasting weight on my chest.  "Now, stop talking nonesense and get off of me. You're crushing me." Harry remained still, clearly enjoying this position. 

"Make me."

I watched him unbelievingly as an amused glint appeared in his eyes. Not long ago, he angrily stormed off and now he's back to being a perv. The alcohol must've taken him out of his mind.

"Eww...What is wrong with you?" Shaking my head in disgust, I saw a smirk making its way on his smug looking face. "I sure as hell won't."

I tried to shuffle my body out from under him, but it was no use, he was too strong. After a few moments, I gave up. The lack of air, my hurting head and the constant puffs of his alcohol-y breaths made me feel slightly dizzy. But Harry still didn't make any attempt to stand up so I just pushed my hands to his heavy breathing chest and  narrowed my eyes.

"Harry, please. Will you have the modesty to get yourself off of me before I pass out? I can't breath and my head is killing me." 

To my relief, Harry looked swiftly down at my hands and then he finally gave in, mumbling something I couldn't understand. So I was able to stand up, rubbing my hurting head and back. As I did so, I noticed the big red stains all over my plain white t-shirt and my arms.

"Are you kidding me?!" I whisper-shouted, because I didn't want to wake Ed up again. Looking over at Harry, who had seated himself on a little bench next to the wardrobe, my eyes widened in horror as I noticed the big cut above his right eyebrow and on his cheek and his bleeding knuckles. "You are bleeding, Harry!" I rambled on as I made my way towards him.

Harry looked down at himself as if he wasn't aware until now that his knuckles were all red and that there were also many red spots on his clothes.

"What have you done?" I couldn't hide a little shrieking-like tone, as I was never the right type to see wounds and blood. I can't stand pain. I always have the urge to make everything okay again. Harry just shrugged his shoulders and leaned back, his eyes closing.

"It's nothing." he slurred.

I just snorted and bowed down in front of him to get a better view. His hands were slightly swollen and the blood came out of many little cuts on his knuckles. It surely looked like he had a fight. And judging to the cuts and bruises on his face he had gotten some bad punches as well and it clearly wasn't just 'nothing'. Ugh. Boys and their ego.

I sighed and hesitated but then I took his hand and pulled him up a bit. Harrys eyes shot open and he furrowed his brows.

 "What're ya doin'? I said t'was nothing, jus' go home, I can do it by meself.." His words were getting more and more unintelligible as he was getting tired and a great hangover for sure, too.