My Sister's Boyfriend (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 7

ELLA'S POV

Someone is kicking my head.

That's the first thing I think when I wake up. Someone is taking my head in their hands and pounding it against a brick wall. That's what it feels like. That's what I feel like.

I move my head to the side and discover that no one is touching me. My head is resting on a pillow and a blanket covers my body. I feel like shit. I try to move my tongue around in my mouth but it feels heavy and too-big. I need water.

I try to flip myself onto my back but am unsuccessful. My limbs feel like dead weight. I maneuver my arm out from the blanket that entangles it and use my fingers to peel open my eyes. I'm not prepared for the white light that hits me once I do. 

"Ughhbb" I groan into my pillow.

"You're up," A woman's stern voice makes my head pound harder.

"Shut up," I gargle through my swollen tongue.

"I got you water. You're welcome." It's Carter. She hands me a glass filled to the top and I manage to hoist myself up and grab the cup. Water has never tasted so good.

"You're in a to-o-on of trouble," Carter clucks her tongue.

"What happened?" I ask. I can't remember how I got into this bed. I'm in the second guest room next to the guest room Carter and Harry are staying in. Harry. Why does the thought of him strike a chord with me?

"You tell me. What were you on, anyway? Seemed like some pretty hard stuff."

What was I on? I must have been at a party. Shit. Maybe Jas knows what happened. She has a better-than-normal memory when it comes to this stuff.

"Probably coke. But you were way too wasted to have just done a few lines," Carter continues. "Did you drop acid?" She grins at me like we shared a secret. "Don't worry, I won't tell mom. I've done worse."

"I don't remember. Where's Jas?" The water has rehydrated my tongue and I'm no longer garbling my words.

"Woke up an hour ago. She's downstairs eating breakfast."

"What time is it?"

"Noon."

Noon? Oh my god. I haven't slept this late since I was 13. An overwhelming feeling of unproductivity flows through me.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Ella. It's Sunday. I can tell you how you got here, if you'd like."

"I would like," I take another sip of water, "Please. And thanks for the water."

"I'm just being your resident big sister," She smiles and I feel a flood of affection for her. Even if she's not always the loving sister or person I want her to be, she's my family and I can rely on her.

"You called last night-this morning, I guess-at 3 AM. Harry answered and you weren't making any sense. He said he'd go pick you up, and he did. When he got back home you and Jas were passed out in the backseat. Harry looked like he had seen a ghost! We carried you two up here and tucked you in. I feel so responsible, usually I'm the one getting up to shit like that. Now look at me." Carter grins.

"Have you talked to Jas?" I ask.

"I tried, but the only thing she'd say to me was that she wanted scrambled eggs."

"Hm. I'll go talk to her."

Getting out of bed is tougher than I'd thought. I've been hungover before, but never like this. My muscles ache and I feel feverish. My head pounds with each step I take.