Breaking The Ice

Gotta Go

TJ's POV

The smell of fresh coffee wafted through my senses as I slowly began to wake up, the reality hitting me that I felt like absolute shit.

I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar setting, before I remembered I'd slept in Harry's room after the fundraiser. I closed my eyes and groaned as I rolled over, opening my eyes to find that familiar dimple in Harry's cheek as he smirked at me. He was sitting up, leaning against his headboard with a tea in his hand, a copy of our English book in his lap.

"Good morning, Sunshine." He chuckled as I buried my face back into his pillow. "How you feeling, Champ?"

"Kill me." I groaned as I rolled over and attempted to sit up, my stomach churning as I moved.

"I thought you might say that." He laughed as he leaned over and grabbed a mug off his bedside table. "Here, drink this."

He handed me the coffee and a bottle of Gatorade as I took a small sip and tried not to throw up. I didn't think I'd been that drunk the night before by the time I went to bed, but then the images of me power drinking shots after that first interaction with my mother came to mind and I silently cursed myself.

"I'm an idiot." I muttered as I took another sip.

Harry laughed as he hopped out of bed, looking chipper and completely void of any hangover and it was utterly annoying. He was still in his boxers, even though it was obvious he'd gotten up to make us drinks at some point. I noticed the plate of toast on the table that hadn't been touched, and before I could say anything he handed it to me with a soft smile.

"You should probably get something in your stomach if you have any hope of surviving practice."

"Oh fuckkk." I whined as I remembered. "I totally forgot about practiceeee."

I threw myself back down on the bed, almost spilling my coffee in the process, as I threw a mini tantrum for myself as Harry pulled on some sweats. He was clearly amused by my self-inflicted torture, but he came over and leaned down to press his lips to my forehead in sympathy as he ran his hand over my head.

"Come on, get up. We gotta leave and the boys will be up soon." He said, a small smirk crossing his lips. "Unless you're cool with explaining to them that you got wasted and crawled into my bed at 2am cause you just couldn't stand to be away from me."

"I actually hate you." I groaned as I chucked a pillow at him, and he laughed out loud as he left his room to go have a shower.

I stumbled out of his bed, tucking the bottle of Gatorade under my arm as I carried my coffee and toast across the hall to my room and fought the urge to just go back to sleep. I somehow managed to shower and dress myself, feeling slightly better after I'd chugged a bunch of water and finished the toast Harry had given me, before the rest of the boys emerged.

They all seemed to be just as amused by my misery as Harry was, and I flipped them all the bird as we headed down the hall to leave for practice, which I was sure would be nothing short of complete hell.

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"I literally can't feel my legs." Liam groaned as he threw himself down on the couch.

"I think I'm glad I can't feel mine...cause I know when I can I'm never gonna be able to walk again." Shawn chuckled.

Coach had kept us for four hours, running every drill that ever existed and apparently trying to make sure none of us ever had the energy to fight anyone ever again. We were all a bunch of messes as we lazed around on Sunday afternoon and I attempted to get some homework done.