I hate/love Harry Styles

12. Hangover

I woke up confused. I wasn't in my bed. It took me a moment to realize I was in Harry's room. And that he was sleeping next to me and ON ME!! His arm was around my body, keeping me close to him. I smiled. He was sleeping so peacfully. I didn't want to wake him up, so I just remained in silent. I started to remember what happened yesterday. He was so drunk, he probably has a huge hangover now. After a couple of minutes I decided to go downstairs. I slept in my dress and my hair probably looked like a mess. I slowly took Harry's hand off me and I started so move. I almost succeded when I heard Harry groaning pretty loduly. I chuckled.

"It's just me. Go back to sleep, you need it." I whispered to him. He opened his eyes. His gaze was still unclear, but he looked in my eyes. I reassured him with a smile.

"Don't leave. Promise me you won't go home yet" He groaned again, but I could understand his words.

"Okay, I promise. I'll be downstairs. Now go back and sleep" I told him again. I nodded to reassure him. He smiled, then he layed down to sleep. I quietly walked out of his room, going downstairs to see if anyone was awake. Of course I wanted to go home, but I couldn't say no to him. He seemed so desperate, so weak. Oh no... That's my problem. I can't be strong enough to say no to him...Damn..

I walked down slowly, not to wake anybody up. The kitchen was empty, so I walked towards the living room. I was hapy, when I saw Liam sitting on the couch, watching TV. At least, I won't be alone.

"Morning Liam" I said slowly, blushing, because he had no ideea that I spent the night here. When he looked at me his face was shocked. I started to laugh slightly.

"Well yesterday night, after I put Harry on his own bed, he asked me to stay with him. So I slept here. I couldn't say no, because I didn't want to hurt him. He was desperate and weak enough already." I explained.

"I see. I'm actually happy that you're here. At least, I don't have to spend the whole noon alone. Come, sit down" He said kindly. I sat next to him on the couch.

"The others?" I asked curiously.

"Everyone's sleeping" He answered. 

"Well, they probably have a huuge hangover" I chuckled.

"Yes, they have. I'm already prepared to treat them" He said.

"Well, that's really impressive Dr. Payne. You're really amazing you know. You look after them, you help them..." I said amazed.

"Well, someone has to do that job" He said smiling. I don't think he regret it. I smiled at him. He was smiling at me too.

"Are you hungry?" He suddenly asked me.

"Uhm..yeah" I admitted. I was starving.

"Then come hun. You're probably starving now. It's almost 1 PM" He said. 

"1 PM? Seriously? Wow...I don't even remember the last time when I woke up that late" I said shocked. 

"It's okay. I also woke up at 12, so it's not a big deal" He said, calming me down.

"What do you want for breakfast?" He asked. We were at the kitchen then. I looked around to find something, when I saw a box of cereal. Perfect.

"Cereal will be perfect" I said. He took a bowl and milk. I tried to help him, to make my own breakfast, but he just didn't let me to do it.

"I can make it for myself you know, you just have to show me where the things are" I said, rolling my eyes at him.

"No. You just sit down, I'll do the rest" He said distinctly. I rolled my eyes again, and sat down like a hurt child. He quickly made my simple breakfast.