Forgotten (Harry Styles fan-fiction)

Chapter 9

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After I woke up the next morning I rolled over and was met with the disgusting face of the boy last night. I sat up in the bed and instantly felt my head starting to pound. I reached over onto the desk beside me and grabbed a glass full of water. I took a big gulp of it. As I felt the liquid enter my mouth I immediately spat it back out, coughing and spluttering at the same time. The 'water' that I had just placed into my mouth was in fact vodka. The worst possible thing that you can drink with a hangover.

As I pull the duvet off my body I realize that I am bare. My clothes are probably downstairs or a scanky whore has taken it home. My body is aching all over and my head feels like a ton of rocks. As i reach to my feet my head starts to spin. My eyes black out for a second and I fall back down onto the bed, causing the guy asleep on the bed to stir, making a slight snoring sound and then  rolling over onto the other sound. After my sight had regained I stumble to my feet. I go to the guy's desk and pull open the first draw. It was full of paper, condoms, sex toys and the dreaded scissors. Great. So I pulled open the second draw revealing a draw full of t-shirts. I got a burgundy top and placed it over my body. It was quite big on my frame. I opened the third draw which was full of boxer shorts and odd socks. I got a pair of black boxers and pulled them up my aching legs. 

I snuck out of the olden oak door and quietly shut it behind me, being very careful not to awaken the beast in the bed. I can't remember everything that happened last night but the fact that I am naked and I am aching all over, I have a pretty good idea as to what happened. 

Dressed in the overgrown t-shirt, I walk to the other end of the corridor and try and open the first door on the right. The door was locked so I take a few steps forward and try the next door. I open it and find a young guy flat out naked, fast asleep on a bed. 

"Classy!" I say to myself, trying not to gain any unwanted attention. I close the door quietly behind me and go to walk to the other side of the corridor when some stupid idiot knocks me over. 

"Hey watch were your going, stupid arse!" A young guy complained. I stumbled to my feet astonished by what he had just done.

"No, I don't need a hand or anything! Thanks anyway! Apology NOT accepted. Dick!" I moaned, pulling the t-shirt down from my stomach. I looked up at the boy and was overwhelmed bu the harshness of his face. He had only a pair of jogging shorts on and his very tanned body was full of tattoo's. He hair was jet black and he had deep hazelnut coloured eyes. He was quite slender but muscular at the same time. 

"Hey, your that girl that went upstairs with Liam aren't you?" He questioned with a puzzling but smug look on his face.

"Um, who's Liam?" I puzzled back, confused.

"The one that owns that t-shirt." He laughed, pointing to the burgundy t-shirt that I was wearing. 

"Oh, um, yeah, I guess..." I mumbled, slightly ashamed of my actions last night. 

"Let's take a walk, you want some breakfast?" He asked. He put his hand out offering to guide me down the stairs. 

"Yeah sure, can you guide me to the toilet first though, i really need to pee!" I laughed. 

"This way," He pointed, leading me back towards Liam's room. He put his hand around my waist as he led me down the hall. I felt uncomfortable, but it was harmless. 

As we were walking down the hall a door on out left opened. The back of a man appeared as he closed the door. He made sure that he didn't make a noise. He was bailing out on a girl!