"Turn off the light" I mumbled. "It's so fucking bright."
I rolled over in bed, my head was booming. I didn't roll too far before hitting something. A pillow? I opened my eyes. It was a person. Fuck! I shot up, momentarily forgetting about the brightness of the sun peeping through the shades.
Lying next to me, face down, was a curly haired, topless man. I recognized that hair from somewhere....but who was it?
I got out of bed to close the shades, seeing as my mysterious partner was most certainly not about to do it. It took a lot of energy to get up, and it was all a waste when I jumped back under the covers after seeing my bra draped over a chair and then realizing I was completely naked. My sudden movement awoke the guy next to me. He lifted his head and looked at me. "What was that for?" he groaned.
It was Harry. I fucked Harry last night. I deserve an award for this one. Why did I have to be wasted for that? Well, he was still here, meaning it wasn't a complete flop. Nice job, Mindy.
"Oh!" I said. "Goodmorning. Sorry I was checking something."
I laid back down. That jump really made my head hurt. "Want some coffee or someting?" I asked. "I'll run down to the cafe."
Harry rolled over and wrapped his arms around me. "You're not going out there, so we might as well just lay here," he said, tightening his grip.
"I really need a coffee though. I can get you something."
He let go of me and sat up. "You're gonna go out there after what you did yesterday?"
I, too, sat up, so we could be at eye-level. "I'm pretty sure I can deal with the love struck newlyweds despite my hangover." I replied.
"You mean you don't remember?" Harry looked confused. That made two of us. What had I done? I can't remember anything past meeting him at the reception last night. I just sat there looking at him.
He grabbed his phone off of the night stand, pulled something up, and handed it to me.
There I was on his iPhone screen. Oh goodie! I get to see how the speech went! I didn't remember it, after all. I pressed play and it took only a few seconds for my jaw to drop.
"What's up, bitches!" I screamed. The rest was said like a true drunk, but from what I gather it went something like this: "We're here to celebrate something super cool. My best friend, Niall, just got married. WAHOOOOO! I'm really happy for him. He deserves this. Blah blah blah. But actually I have a few things to say to the lady next to him." I looked at Laura and pointed. I didn't even have my speech in my hand! Shit.. "You suck, Laura. Niall and I were supposed to get married." I started crying. "He.....was....mine. You whore." I took a swig of Champagne. "I don't care who you are or how much money your parents have. GO THE FUCK AWAY." I looked like I had more to say, but was cut short when a few guys in suits took my mic and escorted me off the stage. Then the video stopped. My face got hot. Fuck.
