Annabel's Point Of View
I woke up the next morning to my head pounding, feeling as if my brain was beating against my skull.
I attempted to open my eyes, but once I did, the sun beaming in caused my head to feel ten times worse.
I felt absolutely horrible and to make things worse, I couldn't remember half the stuff from the night before. Especially how I ended up in an unfamiliar room.
A black comforter layed across me and I couldn't help but recognize the scent. It smelled of fresh laundry detergent and the faint mist of cologne.
I managed to squint my eyes and realize I was in Harry's room. I sat up but realized that wasn't the best idea.
"Fuck," I hissed bringing my hand up to cover my eyes. I layed back down but right as I did so, my stomach began to grumble. Before I knew it, I was racing to the bathroom upchucking my contents from the night before.
Hangovers are the worst.
I leaned back against the wall bringing my knees to my chest. I felt lifeless.
I sat there for a few moments before bringing myself to stand up. Using my arms, I heaved myself from the floor taking a look in the mirror.
Holy hell, I was a mess. My hair was spewed everywhere, sticking out in many places. My eye make-up was smeared and my lip stick was smudged. I was still wearing my dress from the night before but it was wrinkled and half of my tits were about to fall out.
Never have my hangovers been this bad. I must've really got trashed last night. Which brings me again to wonder why the hell was I at Harry's.
I decided I needed to clean myself up a bit. I ran my fingers through my hair gathering it into a bun atop my head. I wet my face and wiped off as much eye liner I could and smeared away my lip stick. I remembered where Harry stashed his toothbrushes and grabbed an unopened one out of the cabinet.
After brushing my teeth, I walked back to his bedroom where I saw his clothes scattered everywhere. Yep. This was definitely Harry's room.
I walked over to his dresser, the sunlight still blinding me, and found my stash of clothes I stored here. I always kept a few outfits just in case. I wiggled out of my dress and grabbed a pair of yoga pants and one of Harry's Jack Will's sweatshirts, slipping them on.
I opened the door to hear no sound at all. I then continued to tiptoe down the stairs.
"So what am I suppose to do about Annabel?" I heard Harry say as I neared the kitchen. I froze and stood behind the doorway curious to know he was talking to, and why it was about me.
"I don't know, mate. What exactly did she say?" I recognized it was Liam he was talking to since his phone was on speaker.
"Well I laid her in my bed and I was sure she was sleeping. But as I was pulling the covers over her she called my name and I figured she was just sleep-talking, ya know? So when I asked what, she said that she loved me. It's been racking my brain all night and I'm not sure what to do about it." he sighed.
It seemed as if everything around me stopped as I heard what Harry said. I actually told him I loved him? Did he believe it? My heart was pounding and I was terrified of what Liam was going to say. He did know about my interest in Harry, and I was afraid he was going to admit the truth.
If he did, it would ruin everything.
Liam was silent for a moment, and I knew he was contemplating on what to say.
"Well I mean, you guys have always just been friends, right?" Liam asked.
"Of course. She's been my best friend since we were little. That's all it's ever been and always will be." he stated and my heart stung.
