Without even thinking I grabbed my phone to call Niall. I had to apologize. It goes to voicemail after 1 dial. Obviously he ignored. Next option: use Harry's phone. I snatched it out of his hand and dialed Niall's number.
"Don't you know you aren't supposed to interrupt the couple the day after their wedding?" Niall sounded a bit groggy. Now I can be sure he ignored my call.
"Niall..." I answered.
He went silent, then just moments later came the *beep beep beep*. I just sat on the edge of the bed and started to sob. Harry reached over and started to rub my back.
"It's okay, babe," he said in a sweet voice. "People do crazy shit when they're drunk. You're his best friend. He'll forgive you."
I turned and fell into him, his muscular arms wrapping around me, his soft lips occasionally kissing my forehead as I cried. Strangely enough it was comforting to be in his arms.
We had to have been sitting there for at least 20 minutes when someone knocked on the door. All I could think was maybe it was Niall. We were in Harry's room after all. Maybe he came to talk to him. I shot up, reached for Harry's shirt lying on the floor, and ran to the door.
It wasn't Niall.
"You. Fucking. Bitch." Laura pushed me back into the room as she screamed. "How could you?! You ruined my perfect day! You embarassed me in front of my family and friends! I can't believe you'd still be here. You're lucky there was a table between us during your speech but there's no table now so I have you all to myself." She continued shoving me all the way out the doors and onto the balcony until I was pressed against the railing of my 3rd floor room. I had to grab onto the bars to keep myself balanced. "I hope you're happy because you're now the world's biggest bitch."
"Laura, that's enough." Harry was standing in the doorway. His interjection didn't seem to be working. She pushed me even harder now. I almost lost my grip on the rail.
"Please, stop." I cried. "I'm sorry!"
"No, you deserve to fall off this balcony." She snapped. Harry reached between us, grabbing hold of me and pulling me out of the way. Laura stepped back and stood there. I could almost see the steam bursting out of her ears.
"Get her out of here," Laura shrieked. "I can't look at her anymore without killing her."
"This is my room. You're the one who needs to get out." Harry replied. He was sexy when he stood up for me.
She crossed her arms, as if waiting for me to leave, but when Harry took my hand she growled and stomped off, dramatically slamming the door behind her.
Harry turned to me. "Are you okay?" He pulled me into a hug.
"Yeah," I whispered, catching my breath. "Thank you."
