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Hangovers and new places

*Abigails POV*

I woke up with my head throbbing. Ughh what the hell did I drink last night? I could of swore it was water... I tried getting up, but the world was spinning and everything was a blur from last night. It was kind of dark in the room that I was in... Dark blue drapes hung over the windows and a bunch of posters hanging up on the wall reading The Kooks and 1975s. This person must really like bands. Looking around some more I noticed I was laying on a huge bed with all black bed sheets and looking around at clothes scattered across the room. This person wasn't a very neat person.

"Oh my gosh my head..ugh.", I said in exhaustion. I needed some type of pain killer or water to relieve me of my hell.

Somebody held me a water bottle with an aspirin. "Drink it. You'll be okay after a little water, okay?" the guy with brown curly locks smiled. He had a deep voice with a heavy accent. He'd gotten up to put on a shirt. He was sort of buff, but not too buff. No tattoos covered his body, but he did have a piercing in his lip.

"Mind me asking where I am and who are you? I find it odd waking up to a stranger handing you water and pain killers, yeah?" I tried to take some tension off the situation.

He sat down next to me. "Since you asked nicely, the name? Harry. Harry Styles. Junior at Evercrest High. Where are you? Mmm. My bedroom. You were kind of wasted so I just kindly took you to my room to lay down. Nothing happened between us, swear!" He chuckled. That's a relief to hear.

"Let me guess...Friend of Niall's right?" My head still throbbing, knowing I'm asking this kid so many questions, I'm just curious that's all. He nodded. He told me he was here from England and trying to get away from the boring life there. So, he moved in with Niall and his family to start a new direction in life.

"Wow. You don't seem like the type of person to do that? I learn new things from people everyday." I said. I checked the time and told him I had to go, but it was a pleasure meeting him. He helped me get up and walked me down the stairs to the door. He is such a gentlemen, but with an edgy look to him. I told him he didn't have to, but he insisted it was the least he could do. He gave me his number so we could hang out sometime, so I took it and headed off home.

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It's about 3 pm and I've been laying in bed with this massive hangover still. I have gotten texts from Niall and Harry about meeting them somewhere later, but I don't think that's going to happen. I take out my English journal and start writing in it:

Journal Entry #111: You leave me with questions floating around in my empty mind. I want to know, but they have no answers. What was your ordeal from last night? Did I come off as a bitchy person? What gives? Your still a stranger, but you'll soon one day answer my lingering questions. Your scruffy looks give you a bad impression, your visible tattoos make you look bad and your many piercings make you seem tough. Though to me, you just look like a regular person with a meaning too his life. You look like a guy who has tattoos and piercings to hide stuff. All I want to know is why....you black haired inked up boy. Why?

I shove that notebook right back in my bookbag. I lay across my bed and just was thinking. I think for the rest of the night about how I'm going to meet this person...

AN: could you like and comment if you like? Very much appreciated - zt.