Too much

Chapter 27

This is why I don't drink. My head is pounding and I feel more sick than I did when I had the flu last year. I don't even know how I got here, but I woke up in my own bed. The last thing I remember from last night was seeing Harry when he and the guys came over.

I sit up when my splitting headache prevents me from falling back asleep, and practically wake up the entire world with my scream.

Harry is sitting in the chair in the corner of my room, sleeping.

"What the hell are you doing here!" I yell and he quickly wakes up. He ignores my question and rubs his eyes before sitting up.

"I brought you home." He finally answers with the sleep still evident in his voice.

"Why are you still here?" I question. I'm still mad at him, but I also have no idea what happened last night. I hope I didn't act like too pathetic when he came over.

"Your mum came home after I got you up here, so I didn't want to get caught if I tried to leave." He shrugs. At least he didn't try to sleep with me.

I begin to get out of bed and realize that he must've helped me change out of my jeans and shirt last night because I'm now in my sweats. He can't tell me he doesn't want me to love him when he makes it so easy.

"How are you feeling?" He asks referring to my hangover.

"Like death." I say as I rub my temples trying to find any relief. I knew drinking that much would be a terrible idea, but at least it helped me forget everything for a little while.

"Here," he stands up and hands me a glass of water and a Advil that were sitting on my nightstand. I gladly take it from him and quickly swallow the pill.

"Crap!" I yell when I see the alarm clock as I set the glass back down. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier! We're late for school!" Now I'm mad again.

I quickly run to my closet to pull out a sweater and some jeans before making my way to the bathroom. I need to take a shower to wash the scent of alcohol from my body.

"I'm sorry I thought you should get some sleep." He stops me. "Don't be mad."

"Harry! You know I hate missing school!" I huff. My mind is going crazy between the hangover, Harry and I's discussion yesterday, and the fact that he's here right now. I don't need to miss school to add to that.

"Addie, I'm sorry. You drank a lot last night, you needed to sleep." Why does he all of sudden care about me again? His mood swings are giving me whiplash.

"You should go Harry." I simply say and continue to make my way towards the bathroom.

When I get in the shower, I turn the faucet as far the the left as I can. I welcome the burning hot water hoping it will melt away all of my confusion and doubts.

I hate that after I said those three words, he was fine. Sure, he didn't say them back, but he acted normal. Then at school he was fine until he didn't show up to class, and he blew up on me after school. I don't know what his deal is, but I can't keep doing this back and forth. If he really just doesn't want me to love him because he truly is afraid that he'll hurt me, than I need to get through to him. But if he just doesn't want anything more than what we are now, I need to stop seeing Harry.

Once I realize I've spent too much time in the shower, I rinse out the shampoo quickly and rush to get changed. I braid my hair and apply a little eye makeup so I don't look as miserable as I feel and run downstairs.

Crap. I'm going to have to walk to school.

Or not.

"Are you ready?" Harry stands up from the front step when I get outside. I guess he waited for me.