Off The Ice

Chapter 29

Harry's POV

I wake up Saturday morning with the hugest fucking headache I've ever had in my entire life. My mouth feels dry and the inside of my chest feels like it could crack at any second. I use my hands to push myself off the floor and look around the unfamiliar room. As my vision clears I recognize it. It's Karly's apartment.

She moved out of her parents house when she was sixteen and found a bunch of roommates looking for someone to live with. She doesn't pay shit, she uses all the money she gets from various sources to buy coke all the time, it's why she's broke. 

I stand up slowly so I don't get a bigger head rush than I already will and try to get a look at the people on sleeping around me on the floor and all over the room. Hastings and his ogre army are lying in various positions on the carpet, Karly's lying on the couch with her shirt off and her lacy bra straps falling off her shoulders. One of her roommates, I don't care enough to remember her name, is on the opposite side of the couch wearing absolutely nothing on the upper half of her body. Her mosquito bites are disturbing to look at so I turn my eyes away and scan the rest of the room. More naked girls are scattered everywhere with the guys that I used to hang out with in their vicinity. 

I look down at my own self to make sure I have clothes on and luckily I do which means I most likely didn't fuck anyone last night. Then again I'm not entirely sure that's a good thing. Sutton's being so bloody difficult and I'm almost positive that a good fuck would make me forget about it; at least for a little while. 

I search the room for all of belongings so I can get the fuck outta here before any of these people wake up. As I exit one of the two small bedrooms after gathering my shoes from it, I'm stopped in my tracks my Karly. "Move."

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Getting the fuck away from you."

"Don't you wanna remember what happened last night?" As I think about it I realize that I can't remember a fucking thing. 

"I'll figure it out myself. It's not like you remember anyway." I push past the bitch and slam the front door behind me, not caring about the annoyed groans coming through the walls of the hallway. I get mad at myself because that probably didn't help my headache either.

I do the first thing I always do when I can't remember something; I check my wallet to see if the condom I always keep in there is still there. I unfold the black leather and open the slit to see nothing except several twenties and a few ones. Shit. I shove the wallet back in my pocket and run my hands through my hair, tugging at the strands, not caring anymore about the condition of my headache. 

Flashes keep coming in and out of my mind. From the bits and pieces that unveil themselves in my brain I can gather that I smoked a shit-load of weed, did a line, drank almost an entire bottle of whiskey on my own and from the missing condom I guess I slept with one of those naked girls in there. It was probably Karly but I'm not sure. 

I look at my phone and see the time. It's not until now that it's dawned on me that it's Saturday afternoon; over 12 hours after I was supposed to meet Sutton and her friends at the rink to go to her competition. I had planned on showing up and hoping she would let me go, but when I came to the dorm after classes I had a surprise waiting for me that took me away and I completely forgot about it after the second shot. 

I run down to my car in the lot and chug the old water bottle from the backseat before starting the car and pushing on the gas. It'll take me over six hours to get there, all I hope is that she doesn't turn me away when I actually do. 

On my way I try calling her and calling her but her phone goes straight to voicemail everytime. She must have it off or something. That has to be it. I know she wants me there. She has to want me there.