Safe With Him ( Harry Styles)

Chapter 8

Sarah pov; When I wake up I realize I'm naked on Harry. Wow yesterday was a big day for me. I lost my virginity, did it again that night and got white girl wasted.

I look around the room and my head is pounding. I run to the bathroom and start throwing up. How much did I have to drink yesterday?

The next thing I notice is Harry brushing my hair.

" Hey beautiful."

"Hi. I feel like shit."

"Hahah first hangover?" He asks with a smile.

"Yeah." I say quickly.

"Here take one of these it will stop your headache."

He says giving me a pill.

"Now go back to bed." He tells me.

"Okay."

Harry pov: I woke up to the sound of Sarah running to the bathroom. I quickly follow her. I brush her hair trying to calm her a little.

After I get her back into bed I go out to Liam's house. I feel bad leaving her alone but I think she'll be asleep for awhile. I figure Sarah will be asleep for at least two more hours.

When I arrived at Liam's house it was 12:30.

"Hey Harry. " Liam says from the house door.

"Hey Liam."

"Want a beer." He asks me.

"Yeah that would great." He hands me a beer.

"So you and a freshman? He asks me.

"Yeah. She's actually really nice." I tell him.

" So what are you just going to fuck her a couple times then throw her to the curb?" He asks me showing no emotion at all.

I never really thought what people would think of us. There is only a three year age difference. I definitely didn't think that people would think this.

" No, She's really nice and pretty and smart. I would never throw her to the curb. Maybe sometime you'll meet her and maybe you'll understand then. " I am beyond angry.

My best friend thinks I would do something to a girl like Sarah.

I get up and head for the door. I get in my car and just drive.

Sarah pov: When I woke up I was alone. I looked around for Harry but he wasn't here. Where did he go? I sat up and then I relized I wasn't wearing anything just one of Harry's shirts.

I guess I should probably get a shower. When I get out of the shower and get dress I look at my phone. I have a lot of unread messages. I look at them and I got a message from this kid Dante. Its a picture of me giving some kid a lap dance. Why don't I remember this? Was I seriously that drunk. I decide to text him just to make sure. "Hey. who's that a picture of?" I ask him. "Ohh that's you giving Tyler a lap dance." Tyler. Tyler. I gave Tyler a lap dance.

Shit. I have to tell Harry. But first where the is Harry. The next thing I hear is a car door shut.

A minute later a terrified Harry walks through the door.