Sophia's P.O.V.
I felt myself drift back to consciousness, an instant pounding in my head making me groan. Stretching my legs a bit, I yawned loudly; running my fingers through my hair, I noticed I hadn't showered last night. Turning to my side, I noticed I was still wearing my jeans. What the fuck had happened last night? Why was I still in the same clothes I wore? And how the fuck had I made it home?
Already feeling the soft rays of sunshine shine on my face through my still closed eyelids, I groaned once again; I wouldn't be surprised if it was in the middle of the afternoon and I'd spent the entire day sleeping.
Deciding it was probably time to open my eyes and get up, take a shower and then make my mum cook me some bacon, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. My head was still bowed as I opened my eyes, my hair falling in my face and shielding it from the bright daylight. Pulling the hair band I always had with me from my wrist, I brushed my hair from my face and pulled it up into a messy bun. Glancing to my front, I frowned; staring back at me wasn't my face in the mirror that was attached to my wardrobe, but a rather small television. What?
Tilting my head to my left, I let my glance run around the room; my surroundings unfamiliar. Jumping up from the bed, I instantly regretted the sudden move; my head turning and pounding, my stomach hurting and the need to vomit creeping in the back of my throat. Swallowing, I noticed how dry my mouth was.
"Shit.", I whispered as I rubbed my temples with my index fingers, "Where the fuck am I?"
Looking down at myself, I noticed the hem of my top had risen up and my stomach was on show, my jeans had lowered themselves a bit, my underwear visible. Knitting my eyebrows together, I tried to remember what happened; but nothing came flooding back to me.
The door abruptly flung open, my hands pulling the waistband of my jeans higher, and the hem of my top lower. I wondered who would come in, but when I saw the ever so familiar mop of curls bouncing atop the reason I had gone to the party last night's head, I sighed.
"Oh you're up!", he said happily, handing me one of the cups he was holding. "Thanks.", I murmured.
"Urm...Harry?" Smiling, he looked at me questioningly.
"Where am I?"
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he nodded in the direction of the bed; indicating for me to follow him as he took a seat at the edge of it. Sitting down beside him, I tilted my head to face him; his expression amused, but somewhat thoughtful.
"You were pretty drunk last night and fell asleep up here."
"Oh god, this doesn't sound good..." I laughed, taking a sip of coffee as I sat back down onto the bed.
"It's fine babe, everyone was drunk. You were just..." He paused and grinned at my make-up smeared face. "Really drunk."
I groaned and lowered my eyes to the mug in my hands, completely mortified that Harry had seen me in such state.
"I just took you up here and..." he paused again, trying to suppress a smirk as he did so.
"And what?" I urged him; my stomach fluttering as an uneasy feeling overcame me suddenly.
"We didn't...?"
"Oh god no!" he laughed nervously; my brow furrowing as I struggled to piece together fragments from the night before.
"I'm not some sort of paedo!"
I raised my eyebrows as shot my gaze up to him.
"Paedo? What's that supposed to mean? I'm not a child, Harry."
I couldn't work out if I was furious at him, or crushed at the knowledge of him viewing me as a child. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as my heart pounded inside of my chest; tears pricking my eyes fast.
"I never said-"
"Well you didn't have to, you clearly think it." I spat back, my voice shaking as my anger increased.
"And the fact that you're reacting like this sort of condradicts the point you're trying to make, don't you think?" he retaliated, raising his eyebrows as he crossed his arms defensively across his chest.
