my head is throbbing. just pounding against my skull, then I feel it. im going to be sick.... bolting up from the bed and I just barely make it to the toliet before throwing everything up. then, ontop of that, I feel a cool breeze....
then last night comes back in peices. the jock strap shop, the bar, the kissing, then after we... you know... did it, he gave me a shirt to wear and nothing else.
"oh god..." I moan laying on the cold bathroom tile.
"you alright?" harry mumbles softly, sitting down next to me, moving the hair off my swesty forehead.
"does it look like it?" I laugh slightly, "how the hell do we end up here?"
"you drank too much."
"no. in las vegas, in a random hotel bathroom, and insainly hung over. this time last year we were in london seeing who can find more tourists."
harry laughs, then lays down too. his breathing slow and deep. and then we slept. for hours.
we didny wake agaim until about 7 in the evening and my phone jas died from the amount of calls and texts ive been getting from my mom. so given the circumstances I text her and tell im fine, and safe. thats all she needs to know.
"are we over?" harry asks coming into the living room and sits across from me on the coffee table, his elbows resting on his knees.
"what? "
"when you left the club, you didnt answer my question."
"if you get me some medicine and other snacks, then id be happy to be your girlfriend.."
harry blushes like a child and runs out the door grabbing his keys on the way out. so I take advantage of the quiet and lay on the couch and try to ignore the urge to vomit again.
about 20 mimutes later, harry is back, with 4 grocery bags, full.
headache medicine, nausea medicine (he convinced me I can take both, he talked to the pharmacist to be sure) lemone aid, two huge water bottles, cupcakes, a cucumber, humus, mint gum, a toothbrush and toothpaste, hair ties (he said so I dont get puke in my hair), nail polish, a one direction back pack and book of jokes.
"a back pack? really?" I ask and he laughs.
"you can put all this stuff in it whenever we go back home."
"why arnt you hungover? you seem perfectly fine."
"babe. ive learned to handle my liquor. and plus, despit your curvy arse, youre still a light weight."
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Neon. (Harry Styles)
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