Extricate // l.s

7

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When I woke up the next morning, I had the worst head ache of my life. 

I opened my eyes and immediately regret it. I closed my eyes and buried my face into my pillow, trying to remember what exactly happened last night. All I could remember was going to that small bar on the corner and drinking a few. I couldn't have gotten that drunk because I made it back here... Odd.

I reached my arm out and grabbed my phone from the side table. My eyes squinted a bit when I caught sight of the tiny pill and bottle of water sitting next to it. What the hell happened last night? There was no one next to me so I took that as a good sign. 

I turned my phone on and saw a single text. From Harry.

Harry: Hey. I hope you're feeling better. I left some aspirin on table but you probably noticed already. Can we talk today? 

Damn. He was too sweet and made it too difficult to be mad at him. 

-sure ig . what about ?

After I sent the text, I pushed back the duvet and hopped out of the tall bed. I picked out some black skinnies and a long sleeve with a rainbow on it and headed to the bathroom to change. When I got out, I saw my phone lit up with a notification.

Harry: You don't remember anything from last night, do you?

My stomach dropped. We didn't... 

-we didn't...

The reply was immediate.

Harry: No, no. I just helped you back, that's all. So about today..?

-I've never been here so you're going to have to show me around ... 

I smiled a bit just thinking about that.

Harry: I'll meet you in thirty minutes. :)

I would be lying if I said that I wasn't excited to spend yet another day Harry Styles. 

It took a few moments before I realized that he would be here in thirty minutes. I took this time to finish my morning routine, such as fixing my hair and brushing my teeth. I took more time than usual, making sure it looked just right. Why, though? He was never going to be interested in me anyway. He had a girlfriend. 

When I was finally satisfied with my appearance, I heard a soft knock on the door. I looked at my reflection once more before rushing over and opening it, revealing a smiling Harry. I grabbed my room key and a jacket before stepping out into the hall with him. 

"Ready?" I asked, looking up at him. 

He smiled down at me. "You're short."

I flipped him off. "I'm 5'9."