Her Highness h.s

Chapter 22 (Morning with regrets)

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A bright light comes from the window, waking me up. I rub my eyes few times and sit up.

I yawn and look around the room I slept in.

This is not my home.

Oh, shit, I'm at Zayn's.

I don't remember much from yesterday and wait am I wearing his shirt?

And with just a underwear? No bra?

What?

"Good morning sunshine!" Zayn utters, holding two cups of warm coffee and hands me one.

How he dares to call me a sunshine after I wake up in his fucking room.

"Zayn, We didn't.. You know.." I say and hope for the best.

"Actually we did. You forced yourself on me." He says recklessly, me trying to get my head around all this. I forced my self on him? I forced.

I couldn't. Not with Zayn. Oh my god.

"Zayn, I was fucking drunk. You partically raped me" I am now screaming and Zayn just shrugs his shoulders.

"You bastard" I attempt to slap him but he grabs my hand before I reach his cheek. I want to see his skin go pink so badly.

"I couldn't helped it. It was because I like you" Zayn admits and looks straight into my eyes.

Is he serious. I'm now laughing and he rubs the back of his neck.

"What? I'm sorry I didn't hear you over the bullshit" I snap at him.

"I'm serious, Lil"

Lil?

"Fuck you and take me home!" I command him and he actually obeys and gestures that I should change my clothes.

"Okay, get out then, I'll change then we'll leave" I inhale deeply and roll my eyes.

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What have I done? I shouldn't be allowed to drink anymore. The only silver line in this whole disaster is that no one is home and I can just cry and curse myself without someone interrupting me. The fucked up part of this, is that, All I can think about is how Harry would react if he finds out. Like, I don't think he'll care, he has his own girlfriend to worry about. Speaking of girlfriend, Jess hasn't really contacted me, we haven't since the cafeteria and I think, she agreed to eat with me just because that she could rub it in my face, how she and Harry are happy and all lovey-dovey.

Zayn's a bastard and I don't think I'll ever want to see him, but of course, he's in my school so I have no choice but to face him.

Fuck.

I'm such a bipolar person, my mind goes from Zayn to Harry.

But, Harry is now priority, Zayn can suck my dick, If I had one.

Oh my god, I can't stop thinking about Harry.

Maybe, if I text him, something innocent, it couldn't be that bad and since Jess won't talk to me or contact me, It won't be that bad. I grab my phone from my desk and feel my hands shaking as I type.

13.20 *Hi, what are you doing?* I send the text before I can stop myself and quickly throw my phone away. Really creative, my subsconscious rolls her eyes at me and I must admit that she's right this time.