Olivia

Little white lies

"If this room was burning, I wouldn't even notice."

•~~~~•

My eyes fluttered open to the sound of ruffling. I lift up my head to see someone rummaging through a bag.

"What happened last night." I say my voice scratchy from all of the alcohol I consumed last night.

Harry turns around and gives me a chirpy smile. "You're awake."

"No shit." I snap.

His eyes flash with hurt and he turns around to continue whatever he was doing.

"Sorry Harry. I'm just tired." I apologise.

"S'okay." He says.

"What happened? How did I even get here?" I ask looking around the room.

"You don't remember?" He asks.

"Nope." I say.

"Well. I was at a party, and you came flying down the stairs. You ran into me just sobbing. I was really confused so I asked what was wrong. You told me that someone was touching you inappropriately and you were pretty distraught, so I took you back here and you fell asleep almost instantly." He explains sadly.

"I seriously don't remember that." I tear up.

"It might be better that way." He says.

"I guess." I say quietly.

"So you really don't remember." He asks again.

"The last thing I remember was drinking a ton." I say.

"How much did you have exactly?" He asks.

"Like a few cups of fireball, some hard lemonade, and like 5 or so shots of tequila. I think." I explain.

"Damn. You have a high tolerance. I'd be passed out." He laughs.

"I guess I have a lot of practice." I shrug and laugh.

"What do you mean?" He asks quizzically.

"Nothing."

"Okay."

"Yeah. Well I should be getting back to my dorm now. I have class in an hour." I say.

"Oh okay. See you later then." He says.

"Thank you again." I say. I open my arms for a high and he gladly accepts and we embrace.

"Anytime love."

•~~~~•

"Ooh and then what happened?" Kayla asks as I tell her the details of my night at Harry's.

"I left." I say.

"Uh why?" She seems completely lost.

"Classes." I say.

"Oh. Well that makes sense."