Underneath My Skin

Ch. 24

My eyes flutter open and I look down. Harry's head is on my stomach. His arms are wrapped around me tightly and our legs are tangled. I groan and he sits up. He rubs his eyes before jumping off my bed and running out  of my room. I get out of bed and rush to the kitchen. I pour him a glass of  water and grab him two advil.

I walk into the bathroom and Harry is hugging my toilet and puking his guts out. I set the pills and glass on the sink before dropping to my knees behind him. I start rubbing his back to comfort him.

After a few minutes he flushes the toilet and stands up. He grabs the advil and takes it followed by chugging the glass water. He turns the sink on and pat's water on his face then turns it off. He looks around my bathroom, then looks down at me.

"Why the fuck am I at your flat?" his voice is hoarse.

I stand up. "You showed up here at two in the morning, drunk."

He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs loudly.

"Do you have an extra toothbrush?"

I open my cabinet and grab him an extra tooth brush. We brush our teeth and he looks at me.

"Thank you," He says softly.

I shrug. "You would've done the same for me," At least I hope he would.

"What all did I say to you last night?" he whispers.

Should I tell him? I don't even know how to feel about what he said.

"You told me I was good at leaving."

He frowns and his face pales.

"I'm sorry."

"Why'd you go out and get drunk anyways?"

"I-"

A loud knock on the front door interrupts him. My heart hammers inside of my chest. I hurry to the front door.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"Zayn."

My heart jumps into my throat. "Hold on. I don't have any clothes on."

I run back to the bathroom where Harry is.

"Zayn's here!" I whisper-yell.

He shrugs. "So, What do you want me to do, hide?" he says sarcastically.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. He shakes his head.

"No Briella."

I interlace my fingers and wave them in his face. "Please Haz."

He sighs and hurries over to my room. I follow him and shove him in the closet. I throw his clothes in there with him. I slide some shorts on and hurry to the door. I open the door and Zayn leans down and presses his lips to my forehead. I smile at the gesture and motion for him to come inside.

"I brought breakfast."

I smile. "You shouldn't have."

He really shouldn't have... Fuck. We sit on bar stools and he pulls two huge muffins out of a paper bag.

"If you like it , I made them. But if you don't like it, Niall made them."

I laugh and get up to fix us a glass of milk. I hand him his glass and sit back down. I take a bite out of the muffin and moan in satisfaction. It's thick and moist and blue Berry.

"So who really made them?" I ask.

He smiles. "Me. But it's Niall's recipe."

"Well it's delicious."